Originally Posted by Doodlebugsmom
"Mommy, I'm jumping like a kangaroo. Kids need to jump like kangaroos sometimes!"
:LOL I remember walking home with a little girl I babysat for once and she was walking funny, very slowly and kind of stooped over. She picked up a stick and pretended it was a cane and said "My name is Little Old Lady Virginia, and I like to walk on steps!" Then she proceeded to walk up and down every set of steps we passed. When I told her that most little old ladies do not like steps, she proclaimed, "This one does!" :LOL
Crawling-- I call the classic, hands-and-knees, going where I want to be going thing "crawling," even though I know many kids who never did that. "Little Old Lady Virginia," for example, was a spider baby-- she "crawled" with hands and feet, legs straight. Very strange. My nephew crawled like a lizard-- one hand, opposite leg in the air, then the other, very slowly. My sister has a friend who's baby rolled everywhere, and that was the closest they ever came to crawling.
At any rate, my kids both rolled, then scooted, then army-crawled (elbows & hands, body and legs straight out behind them) and then did the classic crawl, at which point I proclaimed them to be officially crawling. But technically, there are many different types of locomotion which are officially recognized as crawling, and hands and knees is just the most common.
I almost asked Mike to take a picture of BeanBean and BooBah nursing like that, but then I remembered that I've lost the software to my camera
. Bleh. Mike's not coming to the IL's this weekend, but maybe next time I"ll get him to snap a picture down there. I try to avoid tandem nursing them these days, because it makes me feel very tied down and cranky most of the time and I hate associating those feelings with nursing. It still happens a lot, though. Last night, I nursed them both in our sole comfy chair (which grows less comfy by the day
) while I tried to watch Return of the King. I have now seen half of the extended versison. One of these days, I may even see the end.
[rant]Last night, I asked Mike to get home in a reasonable amount of time so that I could run an errand which had to be completed by 5pm. He didn't. So I said "take the kids to McDonald's playland (the only indoor playground that's pretty much free) and I'll run another errand and do some laundry." So he did, and I did. About five minutes before he got home, I had finished two loads of laundry and I sat down in front of the computer. As soon as he got in, he asked "Can I get on?"
He wanted to play a new game (yay freecycle!) that we have. I wanted to play, I hadn't had a chance to do *anything* except to load it up. He backed off, I played the tutorial and then he started harassing me. Meanwhile, BooBah nursed, and BeanBean asked to nurse too, and ChibiChibi was standing and leaning on my shoulder telling me all about playland. So I was really irritated: it's not exactly a break if I'm covered in kids, you know? Mike didn't understand why I was upset. Not a clue! But he's had time to play the game, long enough to learn that it works, and time to watch all of Return of the King, and do all sorts of other things. But he needs a freaking break, and I should be greatful that he gave me one?! I did laundry the whole time, and cleaned, and got *his* tea. How is that a break?!
But if he has to hold just *one* of the kids while he's doing whatever he's doing, then it doesn't count as a break. Apparently, I'm supposed to count it as a break if I've only got one or two of them, even though I spend my whole day like that.
: I really wonder about his logic sometimes! [/rant]