Sophie Gene desperately needs a playmate. She wants to play and play all day and the truth is, I don't really want too. Don't get me wrong. At times, I love to play with her, but then there are moments when I just want to read my book or do the dishes or blog, or whatever, and she's pulling on my arm (or lately, HAIR) and saying, '"Play with me Mommy!" Now I know that the Readers Digest or whatever gagillionth Chicken Soup book are packed with heart warming stories about moms who stopped what they were doing, played with their kids, and it had some life renewing quality. Whatever. I do that every freaking day, and honestly, I just want some time to myself.
Her latest favorite is babies. You know the drill. We take turns being the baby, talking baby talk and crawling around while the other one provides blankies, bottles, diaper changes, and says "Coochie coochie coo." It is sweet, and the first 3 or 4 times we played, we had a blast. But now she's the freakin' playing babies Nazi. She barks orders like "Say 'goo goo ga ga,' and 'Now throw your bottle."
The other game we play all the time is Peter Rabbit and Mr. McGreggor. (Peter, she pronounces Pee-tah with a fab British accent just like the lady on the cartoon.) She comes up to me and says, "I'm eating your carrots!" Then I have to yell "Stop thief!" and "Come back" while she runs through the house screaming, "Oh no! I'll be baked in a pie!" loosing her shoes and coat and eventually running into the kitchen, which apparently is out of the garden and home free. Again, this is super darling but after a half hour or so, it kinda looses its luster.
So, I let her watch too much tv. I wish some sweet little 2 or three year old girl would move in close by, then they could take turns being Mr. McGreggor and saying "goo goo ga ga" and I could get something done once in a while without plugging her in to the tv, which I hate, but do all the time anyway.
That's it for today. The party yesterday for Janzen was a success. The Jaba the Hut cake was HILARIOUS and great, and I'll post some pictures of it as soon as my dad, the picture taker of the family, sends them to me.
Today's best thing about being a mom:
Well, while playing babies, it is kind of fun to be really difficult and demand my bottle and blanky and bear.
Today's worst thing about being a mom:
I'm really not sure what to do about her wanting to change my butt while we're playing babies. Even just for pretend, I feel like I'm at a point in my life when I really deserve to be treated like a big-girl in that respect.