Bedtime

New bedtime rules are being enforced tonight - and my heart is literally breaking in half because of it. Miss M has been setting her own bedtime (sometime between 7pm and 8pm) for quite a while, but now that it has become very clear she has a mind of her own (welcome temper tantrums) the bedtime ritual is bordering on ridiculous. So we decided to institute a set bed time - 7:30pm. She is tired by this time each night, even if she thinks she doesn't want to go to bed, so it should be fine. She can find her own binky and lovie for support, so it should be FINE. Oh, but mom is not fine, mom is sooo not fine. I just spent the last 23 minutes listening to her cry and whine and cry and sound absolutely pathetic. I practically had to staple my ass to the chair to keep from going to comfort her. We'll all be better off in the long run - I don't want to end up on Supernanny - but now all I want to do is cuddle... and she's fast asleep.

Waddlers

The daycare splits kids up by age group - 6weeks to 18 months is "infant", 18 months it "toddler", sometime after two is "twos", three/four is preschool. But our particular daycare center has developed another group - the "waddlers" - those childern too old for the infant room, but not old enough for the toddler room. You must be walking, off the bottle, and able to survive on one nap per day to be admitted to the waddler room. Admissions are subject to availability and filled oldest first.

For about a month now I have been trying to get Miss M into the Waddler room as much as possible (as a visitor). Her official start date is June 1st BUT she has been walking/eating/one nap for almost two months now, and all the other kids her age have already moved into the room. She is totally bored with all the dumb babies in her infant room. This week one "waddler" kid is on vaca all week so Miss M is granted access - and boy are they going to regret it... because she LOVES, LOVES, LOVES it over there. I tried to drop her off at her normal Infant room this morning and she totally through a fit, crying, clinging, BIG messy baby. She kept pointing at the other room. She is spending her day there today, so the tantrum is short lived, but what do we do next Monday when there is no more open spot for her? She is going to be so pissed! I'm hoping that the powers that be will see how traumatized my super-advanced (because you know, of course she's advanced) daughter will be if she is separated from her peers and will find some miracle way to keep her in there.

Wagon Train

What a nice surprise from Granny and Grandpa, our first red wagon! It's one of those molded plastic deals with two seats inside, perfect for toddlers. We rolled all over Granny's yard, Miss M sitting quietly holding on to the sides for balance. She didn't utter a peep the entire time, just kept quiet with a sweet little smile on her face. I tried to show her a dandelion during our ride, but she didn't like it, wanted to continue her ride. She's all action that one.

Badger Girl

Lost

Just watched this weeks episode of Lost. I think they named it Lost not because the characters are all lost, but because the viewers are. I love this show, but it is the most confusing thing I've ever seen. It's only got about another year on the air before they pull the plug and I'm beginning to think the final episode will be an hour of the same graphic that says, "Ha ha - dumbass!", mocking us for wasting so much time trying to figure out where damn dog went, if Claire is really dead, what the smoke monster is, and why there had to be polar bears involved.