Go Speedracer Go
For some of you, reading this title will be nostalgic, to the others, you had to be there. I guess you'd call it a bit of pop culture history--the cartoon that featured this song (I'm guessing early 80's, yes, that's 1980's to anyone young enough to ask). Funny thing is, my only real memory of the show is a few words from the song....
Go Speedracer Go! Little Lady is getting good with her push toy. She zooms across the room until she bumps into a wall, a piece of furniture, a fish tank, or her brother, whichever comes first. Then it's shrieking or screaming (anyone want to listen in & help me decide?) until I help turn the push toy back around for her. She manuevers herself pretty well. And she likes to take breaks and hold onto the computer desk, walls, cabinets, pretty much anything sturdy enough to not slide when she puts her hand and her weight on it. Big Boy is ever so proud of his baby sister. "She's walking! She's really walking! She's walking for the first time, Mom!" Now, today wasn't the first time, but the newness and excitement certainly hasn't worn off. I guess that Big Boy has picked up on my enthusiam and the way I love to announce the "first time" she does things.
I would love to be a supercool scrapbooking mama or even a faithful babybook writing mama, but right now writing things in pencil on the big family calendar works for me. (Just writing that made me question: why aren't I using PEN? Pencil could fade away into oblivion.) I like to think that one day I'll take the time to transfer these milestones to a more worthy locale. And I'm sure some of the firsts I've recorded won't make the cut. Like this one from yesterday, I kid you not, "[Big Boy] asks for a tissue." Anyone with an almost-4-year-old-boy should be able to relate to my excitement that instead of instinctively picking the big boogie, he asked for a tissue. Then complained it was just too big and that it wouldn't come out. There was never anything about coaching noseblowing in any of the parenting books I've read thus far, but let me tell ya--it's a valuable skill. My Big Boy's growing a tad more civilized. I'm one proud mama.
Go Speedracer Go! Little Lady is getting good with her push toy. She zooms across the room until she bumps into a wall, a piece of furniture, a fish tank, or her brother, whichever comes first. Then it's shrieking or screaming (anyone want to listen in & help me decide?) until I help turn the push toy back around for her. She manuevers herself pretty well. And she likes to take breaks and hold onto the computer desk, walls, cabinets, pretty much anything sturdy enough to not slide when she puts her hand and her weight on it. Big Boy is ever so proud of his baby sister. "She's walking! She's really walking! She's walking for the first time, Mom!" Now, today wasn't the first time, but the newness and excitement certainly hasn't worn off. I guess that Big Boy has picked up on my enthusiam and the way I love to announce the "first time" she does things.
I would love to be a supercool scrapbooking mama or even a faithful babybook writing mama, but right now writing things in pencil on the big family calendar works for me. (Just writing that made me question: why aren't I using PEN? Pencil could fade away into oblivion.) I like to think that one day I'll take the time to transfer these milestones to a more worthy locale. And I'm sure some of the firsts I've recorded won't make the cut. Like this one from yesterday, I kid you not, "[Big Boy] asks for a tissue." Anyone with an almost-4-year-old-boy should be able to relate to my excitement that instead of instinctively picking the big boogie, he asked for a tissue. Then complained it was just too big and that it wouldn't come out. There was never anything about coaching noseblowing in any of the parenting books I've read thus far, but let me tell ya--it's a valuable skill. My Big Boy's growing a tad more civilized. I'm one proud mama.
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