Haley got to see the Daylight both days last weekend. It made two round trips through the Columbia River Gorge.
Her Dad decided to take her even thought he knew it would be a long day for her. She had a great time. They stopped along the route in strategic places so they could watch it go by. He didn't take a lot of pictures.
It really wore her out though. She fell asleep on the way home.
When she got home she was so excited. She told me all about it. Her favorite word to describe the weekend was "Awesome!" She said it over and over.
"Awesome. Awesome. Awesome."
I'll allow it.
I have seen the SP 4449 in action and I agree. It is awesome!
I am kind of jealous; of all of the trains that my husband watches it is my favorite.
Saturday, July 9, 2011
Friday, July 8, 2011
Repetition
As I sit down to write today's post I realize that what I am about to tell you will seem very familiar. After all it has been established that she has a One Track Mind.
Haley is anticipating a trip. She wants to pack. She is excited.
As much as I have told her the actual day that we are going to leave she still wakes up every morning expecting today to be the day. I tell her which day we are leaving and then we have a ten minute discussion about it.
Her repeating her questions.
Me repeating my answers.
She points at the calendar about twenty times a day.
This is my life. It is the way it has been all summer. All two weeks of it. First Haley anticipated seeing the Daylight. Then she saw it. Then her birthday. Then the fireworks. Now Haley is anticipating our next trip.
When I think about the things that I could write in this blog I am sometimes at a loss. I feel like I am just repeating myself. Sometimes something happens that is just so precious or so maddening and I feel like I must share. It is usually a desire on my part to share. I like to share her funnies with her Dad and her Sister, but sometimes they are with me and so I must share with you.
But. Sometimes nothing interesting happens. Sometimes it is the same thing every day. And by the same thing, I mean the SAME THING.
Haley wakes up before the rest of us. She goes to the computer. She looks at YouTube or the Daylight sight or the Disney site or the dolls site that she likes. She takes a virtual walk through town, or through her Grandparents town.
I wake up and we eat breakfast.
She goes back to the computer or she wants to watch a show. If she watches a show once you can bet she will watch it at least eight times in a day.
If I don't have something specific planned this is what she does.
If we are planning on going somewhere and she knows about it. We have the discussions. All day. Every day. Over and over and over.
Sometimes I just don't tell her. Sometimes I spring it on her.
She enjoys it just as much and I sure enjoy it more.
Haley is anticipating a trip. She wants to pack. She is excited.
As much as I have told her the actual day that we are going to leave she still wakes up every morning expecting today to be the day. I tell her which day we are leaving and then we have a ten minute discussion about it.
Her repeating her questions.
Me repeating my answers.
She points at the calendar about twenty times a day.
This is my life. It is the way it has been all summer. All two weeks of it. First Haley anticipated seeing the Daylight. Then she saw it. Then her birthday. Then the fireworks. Now Haley is anticipating our next trip.
When I think about the things that I could write in this blog I am sometimes at a loss. I feel like I am just repeating myself. Sometimes something happens that is just so precious or so maddening and I feel like I must share. It is usually a desire on my part to share. I like to share her funnies with her Dad and her Sister, but sometimes they are with me and so I must share with you.
But. Sometimes nothing interesting happens. Sometimes it is the same thing every day. And by the same thing, I mean the SAME THING.
Haley wakes up before the rest of us. She goes to the computer. She looks at YouTube or the Daylight sight or the Disney site or the dolls site that she likes. She takes a virtual walk through town, or through her Grandparents town.
I wake up and we eat breakfast.
She goes back to the computer or she wants to watch a show. If she watches a show once you can bet she will watch it at least eight times in a day.
If I don't have something specific planned this is what she does.
If we are planning on going somewhere and she knows about it. We have the discussions. All day. Every day. Over and over and over.
Sometimes I just don't tell her. Sometimes I spring it on her.
She enjoys it just as much and I sure enjoy it more.
Friday, July 1, 2011
What are we saving?
Haley does not do well with the time change, called Daylight Saving Time. She is maturing though, she wasn't quite as bad this year as she has been in the past.
When she was little it meant weeks of screaming and crying at bedtime. It meant she wouldn't sleep through the night. It meant I didn't get enough sleep and therefore was not equipped to deal properly with my unhappy child.
Routine is very important for Haley. I always put her to bed at 9:00 pm - always - not only for her sake, but for my own as well. Several times this spring when we were walking up the stairs to her bedroom she would point out the window. Sometimes she does this and says "Dark. Night." I always assumes that means that she is agreeing with me. Yes, I am going to bed now because it is dark.
She didn't say "Dark. Night." She just pointed out the window. I said something benign like "It was a nice day today wasn't it?", or "Do you see the pretty trees?"
After about the third day I realized she was pointing out the window because she was probably thinking to herself, Why am I going to bed it is not even dark yet?
Morning is worse though.
Haley is up at the crack of dawn. Literally. When the light comes in her window she is up. For a while there that meant 4:30 am. It was driving me crazy. I remembered a curtain panel that I had bought, but never used one night and hooked it to her curtains with clothes pins.
We magically got two extra hours of sleep that night.
The curtain also helps her to go to bed at night. When I close her bedroom door it is actually very dark in her room. She is no longer getting up and coming back downstairs. Now I just need to bite the bullet and buy some actual room darkening shades.
I now know that they will be worth it.
When she was little it meant weeks of screaming and crying at bedtime. It meant she wouldn't sleep through the night. It meant I didn't get enough sleep and therefore was not equipped to deal properly with my unhappy child.
Routine is very important for Haley. I always put her to bed at 9:00 pm - always - not only for her sake, but for my own as well. Several times this spring when we were walking up the stairs to her bedroom she would point out the window. Sometimes she does this and says "Dark. Night." I always assumes that means that she is agreeing with me. Yes, I am going to bed now because it is dark.
She didn't say "Dark. Night." She just pointed out the window. I said something benign like "It was a nice day today wasn't it?", or "Do you see the pretty trees?"
After about the third day I realized she was pointing out the window because she was probably thinking to herself, Why am I going to bed it is not even dark yet?
Morning is worse though.
Haley is up at the crack of dawn. Literally. When the light comes in her window she is up. For a while there that meant 4:30 am. It was driving me crazy. I remembered a curtain panel that I had bought, but never used one night and hooked it to her curtains with clothes pins.
We magically got two extra hours of sleep that night.
The curtain also helps her to go to bed at night. When I close her bedroom door it is actually very dark in her room. She is no longer getting up and coming back downstairs. Now I just need to bite the bullet and buy some actual room darkening shades.
I now know that they will be worth it.
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