Tonight I was checking my school email. Violet said, "what are you doing?"
I said, "working on school stuff. I have to go back to school on Tuesday."
Violet started crying and said, "I'm not looking forward to that."
I pulled her up into my lap, hugged her and said, "Neither am I. Neither am I."
And we both cried.
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Saturday, January 10, 2009
Where's my shuffle
So tonight, I thought I'd FINALLY load up my shuffle and get some songs on there I love. Well, I sat down to do it, and I can't find it. I keep it in my desk drawer. For the last couple of days, it has been on my desk top. It has vanished. I immediately want to blame John, but then I remember that we live with a 3 year old.
"Violet, have you seen my tiny little iPod....my shuffle?" I ask her as I motion the size of it.
"No," she says.
"You know, my tiny little iPod?"
"Oohhhh, yeah. The tiny little iPod."
"Yes!!!! Have you seen it? Were you playing with it?"
"Yes."
"Do you know where it is now?"
"No."
"Just close your eyes and picture yourself playing with it. You were in my office, you held the little tiny, iPod in your hands...you were looking at it and then you..........did what with it?"
"I don't know."
"Did you.....take it in my room?"
"No."
"Did you.....take it to your room?"
"No."
"Try to close your eyes and think.....where did you put it?"
"Ohhh!!! Ohhh!!! I know. I put it in something."
"OK, good. What did you put it in?"
"I don't remember."
"In your room?" No. "In your purses?" No. "In your picnic basket?" No. "In your drawers?" No.
"If you find the iPod, you can sleep with me tonight." That's how I know she really didn't know where it was. She usually has an excellent memory about where she puts things and leads me right to them. That makes me think it's possible that she didn't even have my shuffle to begin with. Exhibit A for why children should not be witnesses! She wanted to help me, so she started making up stuff.
Anyway, I'm shuffleless. BTW- I got that shuffle from John in an interesting way. One day, he wanted to take a nap. It's pretty much futile to get Violet down for a nap. I wanted to take a nap too. However, being as we are parents, one of us must be supervising our child at all times. John said, "I'll give you a million dollars if I can take a nap right now." I said, "I'll give you 2 hours if you give me a shuffle." "Deal." And the rest is history. It's too bad I've lost the dang thing now.
It may turn up someday when I'm purging my files, or when we move and take out the washer and dryer, or maybe it's already wrapped up in a kleenex and heading for the landfill as we speak. It's pretty much useless to look for it. It's bound to be in some random place that I could never guess. I'll keep you posted if it turns up. Until then, I'll just keep singing 80's hits to myself.
"Violet, have you seen my tiny little iPod....my shuffle?" I ask her as I motion the size of it.
"No," she says.
"You know, my tiny little iPod?"
"Oohhhh, yeah. The tiny little iPod."
"Yes!!!! Have you seen it? Were you playing with it?"
"Yes."
"Do you know where it is now?"
"No."
"Just close your eyes and picture yourself playing with it. You were in my office, you held the little tiny, iPod in your hands...you were looking at it and then you..........did what with it?"
"I don't know."
"Did you.....take it in my room?"
"No."
"Did you.....take it to your room?"
"No."
"Try to close your eyes and think.....where did you put it?"
"Ohhh!!! Ohhh!!! I know. I put it in something."
"OK, good. What did you put it in?"
"I don't remember."
"In your room?" No. "In your purses?" No. "In your picnic basket?" No. "In your drawers?" No.
"If you find the iPod, you can sleep with me tonight." That's how I know she really didn't know where it was. She usually has an excellent memory about where she puts things and leads me right to them. That makes me think it's possible that she didn't even have my shuffle to begin with. Exhibit A for why children should not be witnesses! She wanted to help me, so she started making up stuff.
Anyway, I'm shuffleless. BTW- I got that shuffle from John in an interesting way. One day, he wanted to take a nap. It's pretty much futile to get Violet down for a nap. I wanted to take a nap too. However, being as we are parents, one of us must be supervising our child at all times. John said, "I'll give you a million dollars if I can take a nap right now." I said, "I'll give you 2 hours if you give me a shuffle." "Deal." And the rest is history. It's too bad I've lost the dang thing now.
It may turn up someday when I'm purging my files, or when we move and take out the washer and dryer, or maybe it's already wrapped up in a kleenex and heading for the landfill as we speak. It's pretty much useless to look for it. It's bound to be in some random place that I could never guess. I'll keep you posted if it turns up. Until then, I'll just keep singing 80's hits to myself.
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