Rain, rain go away! I want to see more of Japan today!
You've got to love it when the forecast says "73 with light rain" and its raining buckets of cats and dogs! Visibility right now is less than a half a mile and the wind is making the rain look worse. Add into the fact that moods tend to match the weather and there you have it! Lol! Actually, most everyone is good, Little Monkey is having issues.
Let me expound on this. Last night there was this hideous sounding motorcycle that sounded like it was on its last bit of rubber that sputtered its way by Beth's apartment. I was sleeping really very light last night for some reason, but I was totally twisted up in the blanket that was on me. When that whiny thing went by, I was jolted from sleep and so was Monkey. By the time I untangled myself, mama was already there to the rescue. A couple of hours later, the wind and rain were pounding so hard I thought we might lose the roof. Again, Monkey woke up; again I was twisted up in my blanket, but this time I was trying to unwind it. Yup, you guessed it, too slow on my roll and mama beat me to her. I'm assuming that she took her to bed with her because I didn't hear a peep from her until she got up this morning with Daddy.
She's had a decent morning, really she has. She had grape juice and a slice of Texas Toast with Nutella on it and got to talk to Great Grandma this morning, but there's something in mama's room that totally takes the fun out of her day. A grey yoga ball. We're not sure what the deal is, but every time she sees the thing, its like she's seen Godzilla in the flesh, or rather, the scales. You would think that a digit was removed with all of the terrified crying she does. The thing is, she knows its there and yet she will still wander into the room just to look at it. No amount of consoling will do until it's removed from her sight. This seems to be one of the great mysteries of childhood. No matter how much you fear something, something within you makes you want to look.
I remember when I was a kid listening to Bill Cosby talking about the horror pictures that he and Old Weird Harold used to go see and then walking home after over the 9th Street Bridge. I remembered listening to him describe the fact that they were so scared of the creatures on the screen that they would huddle on the floor and stay there for so long that they had jujubes on their backs. One day, Bill's mom told them that if they insisted on going to a horror movie that she wasn't going to come and get them. She didn't and they had to walk home in the dark over the 9th Street Bridge which had no lights. Two kids, scared to death walking by themselves and they encounter a bum. What ensues is absolutely hilarious, you have to listen to the routine from the album Revenge and be warned: Any food or drink that you might have in your mouth might be expelled via your nose. However, that still doesn't explain kid's weird fascination with things that scare them to death.
Personally, I detest things that scare me. I am not afraid to tell anyone that closed spaces, heights, snakes, rodents and horror movies are things that I will absolutely avoid. Have a pit bull that is terrorizing the neighborhood and threatens you? No problem, I have a pipe that will give it a facelift. I'm not afraid of things like that, put on a Dracula movie and I am like Elvis: I leave the building. I'm very vocal about things like that...and don't get me started on roller coasters. I had gone to an amusement park with my family one time and mom and I were supposed to be in a line for the log jam ride. Yeah. The line for that and the line for what was at the time one of the oldest wooden roller coaster rides in the country were side by side. I kept asking mom if she was sure that the line was for the log ride and she kept assuring me that it was. When we got to the front of the line it was too late to turn back without looking like a lilly-livered-yellow coward, so I went on board. What happened next can only be described as the most terrifying three to five minutes of my life. I had to peel my fingers from the bar that held us into the seats. I swore then that I would never set foot on a roller coaster again, and I haven't. A parachute drop, yes, I had a moment of insanity before Astroworld closed, but a roller coaster, forget it.
**Sigh** I guess I will never figure out the human psyche. I dare say that Sigmund Freud and Carl Jung had a difficult time figuring out the human condition. They spent a lifetime figuring it out and probably missed a thing or two along the way. Even Dr. Spock was way off the mark when it came to children. I don't know, maybe it isn't for us to figure out, perhaps God just wants us to have a taste of our own medicine...you know, when your mom says, " I hope you have children just like you", its His way of saying, "yup, I agree".
Have an awesome day, everyone!
Let me expound on this. Last night there was this hideous sounding motorcycle that sounded like it was on its last bit of rubber that sputtered its way by Beth's apartment. I was sleeping really very light last night for some reason, but I was totally twisted up in the blanket that was on me. When that whiny thing went by, I was jolted from sleep and so was Monkey. By the time I untangled myself, mama was already there to the rescue. A couple of hours later, the wind and rain were pounding so hard I thought we might lose the roof. Again, Monkey woke up; again I was twisted up in my blanket, but this time I was trying to unwind it. Yup, you guessed it, too slow on my roll and mama beat me to her. I'm assuming that she took her to bed with her because I didn't hear a peep from her until she got up this morning with Daddy.
She's had a decent morning, really she has. She had grape juice and a slice of Texas Toast with Nutella on it and got to talk to Great Grandma this morning, but there's something in mama's room that totally takes the fun out of her day. A grey yoga ball. We're not sure what the deal is, but every time she sees the thing, its like she's seen Godzilla in the flesh, or rather, the scales. You would think that a digit was removed with all of the terrified crying she does. The thing is, she knows its there and yet she will still wander into the room just to look at it. No amount of consoling will do until it's removed from her sight. This seems to be one of the great mysteries of childhood. No matter how much you fear something, something within you makes you want to look.
I remember when I was a kid listening to Bill Cosby talking about the horror pictures that he and Old Weird Harold used to go see and then walking home after over the 9th Street Bridge. I remembered listening to him describe the fact that they were so scared of the creatures on the screen that they would huddle on the floor and stay there for so long that they had jujubes on their backs. One day, Bill's mom told them that if they insisted on going to a horror movie that she wasn't going to come and get them. She didn't and they had to walk home in the dark over the 9th Street Bridge which had no lights. Two kids, scared to death walking by themselves and they encounter a bum. What ensues is absolutely hilarious, you have to listen to the routine from the album Revenge and be warned: Any food or drink that you might have in your mouth might be expelled via your nose. However, that still doesn't explain kid's weird fascination with things that scare them to death.
Personally, I detest things that scare me. I am not afraid to tell anyone that closed spaces, heights, snakes, rodents and horror movies are things that I will absolutely avoid. Have a pit bull that is terrorizing the neighborhood and threatens you? No problem, I have a pipe that will give it a facelift. I'm not afraid of things like that, put on a Dracula movie and I am like Elvis: I leave the building. I'm very vocal about things like that...and don't get me started on roller coasters. I had gone to an amusement park with my family one time and mom and I were supposed to be in a line for the log jam ride. Yeah. The line for that and the line for what was at the time one of the oldest wooden roller coaster rides in the country were side by side. I kept asking mom if she was sure that the line was for the log ride and she kept assuring me that it was. When we got to the front of the line it was too late to turn back without looking like a lilly-livered-yellow coward, so I went on board. What happened next can only be described as the most terrifying three to five minutes of my life. I had to peel my fingers from the bar that held us into the seats. I swore then that I would never set foot on a roller coaster again, and I haven't. A parachute drop, yes, I had a moment of insanity before Astroworld closed, but a roller coaster, forget it.
**Sigh** I guess I will never figure out the human psyche. I dare say that Sigmund Freud and Carl Jung had a difficult time figuring out the human condition. They spent a lifetime figuring it out and probably missed a thing or two along the way. Even Dr. Spock was way off the mark when it came to children. I don't know, maybe it isn't for us to figure out, perhaps God just wants us to have a taste of our own medicine...you know, when your mom says, " I hope you have children just like you", its His way of saying, "yup, I agree".
Have an awesome day, everyone!
My little charge (the girl I baby sit for) also has an insane fear of exercise balls. Makes for an easy baby gate though... of you don't want her going onto a room, just make sure she knows that ball is in there.
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