The simple act of jotting down a quick blog post of our activities (thanks mom for the gentle nudges) has proven to be as evasive as catching a fly with chopsticks. Between my internet freezing up erasing previous "almost" postings, Boy Dinosaur roaring at me, refusing to accept anything other than complete and undivided motherly attention, even if it means just sitting next to him and staring while he colors, and Baby Girl appearing around the corner bare bottomed having stuffed a wet diaper somewhere in the house (location determined to be kitchen trash after meticulous searching, me thinks). Now with naptime underway and 1 cup of afternoon coffee down I would like to ponder a few ideas.
What act would Mr. Miyagi from the Karate Kid engage us in to prepare for parenthood? Sliding "side to side" across the hardwood floor in socks.. practicing zone defense.. against pressing of dishwasher buttons or climbing ceiling rafters. "Paint the fence" works wonders when blocking my daughter from gleefully yanking glasses or earrings off my face...
What if we could meet someone like Mr. Miyagi and be transformed into ninja parents?
What act would Mr. Miyagi from the Karate Kid engage us in to prepare for parenthood? Sliding "side to side" across the hardwood floor in socks.. practicing zone defense.. against pressing of dishwasher buttons or climbing ceiling rafters. "Paint the fence" works wonders when blocking my daughter from gleefully yanking glasses or earrings off my face...
What if we could meet someone like Mr. Miyagi and be transformed into ninja parents?
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