Friday Night Leftovers

  • I have decided that I have a problem with parents who allow their giant children to play on the toddler soft play area at the mall.  The height limit is 42 inches.  Elizabeth is something like 37 inches.  (I’m not sure, they measured her really poorly last time, I need to do it myself.)  If your child is so tall that they couldn’t walk underneath the measuring sign even if they had been completely decapitated, they need to play somewhere else.
  • I’m willing to make exceptions for nice children who are doing something like holding the hand of a younger sibling or even playing all subtle like and quiet.  But if your ten year old is jumping OVER other children (like Elizabeth) and doing cartwheels and screaming, then I have a problem with that.
  • The parent in question of these giant children (TWO giant children, NO little children) was a dad on his cell phone the entire time.  Did he notice them climbing over the half wall of the play area, running through the food court, and back through the play area arch?  No, he did not.  And did I mention that they were doing this multiple times, in a loop, not just once?
  • So, anyway, today Elizabeth and I ran a bunch of errands and then went to the mall for her to play on the mall playground.  We started at the kid’s consignment store where I bought a few books and Elizabeth played extremely happily with the kitchen in the “baby jail.”  Then we went to Goodwill, dropped off an enormous load of stuff and bought an enormous load of stuff.  (Don’t worry, I dropped off at least ten times what I left with in volume.)  My plan of swooping into Goodwill and seeing how everyone has been doing decluttering with their New Year’s Resolutions was an excellent plan.
  • Elizabeth was REALLY good today.  I think she was dying to get out of the house.  (Yesterday, she told me “I need to go in Mama’s car!”  She never tells me that.)   But normally she throws a little mini fit when we have to leave someplace fun, like baby jail or the play area at the mall, and today she went willingly.  As a reward, I let her choose whatever cookie she wanted from the mall cookie place and she thought that was the BEST thing ever.  (She chose an M&M cookie and she was exclaiming “it has M&Ms on it!”)
  • In the car, she finished off her cookie and immediately said “I need some of your cookie, Mama!”  I laughed.  Then I told her no way.
  • When Elizabeth got up yesterday morning and we were on our way downstairs, she declared “I need Mr. Dada to come home and I need a sucker.”  Apparently that would have made her life perfect.  (No, she did not get a sucker.)
  • The roads are officially clear enough to drive normally on.  Except for a few on and off ramps of the highway.  And the highway is only two lanes instead of three.  (The far left lane has not been plowed and you’d be an idiot to drive in it.  And yes, some idiots were driving in it.)  But I didn’t actually have any problems driving today.  (I should point out that I have lived in the Northeast and I know how to drive in snow.  People here don’t really so much know how to drive in snow.  So I didn’t drive in the snow to avoid being hit by them.)
  • One of the exit ramps we went on today had pieces of an eighteen wheeler next to it.  And I mean pieces.  At least two thirds of it was gone.  I think it burned?  But my goodness, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a truck that destroyed.  I hope no one got hurt in that accident.  (Obviously a slide off the road in the ice.  And not a recent one, it had been there for a few days.)
  • Matt was gone for work for fourteen hours yesterday.  He left at six in the morning and got home at eight.  Poor Matt.  Today he had mid-shift, so he didn’t have to leave as early (I think he left at eight-thirty?)  And hopefully he’ll be home a little earlier too.  The ice and the traffic from the ice have been making his commute longer, but mostly it is that his office is trying to catch up from being gone for two days.  They are thinking about making everyone come in to work on Saturday.  Blah.
  • Elizabeth is only napping when we have playdates now.  Otherwise, I have determined that she needs to be in her crib during naptime anyway.  Even if she doesn’t sleep, it lets her rest and decompress.  When I tried letting her stay up the whole day, whoa.  Let’s just leave it at whoa.  And right now she is yelling “I need out of my crib, Mama!”