I really struggled for a post idea tonight. I even googled “blog post ideas”, and wow. There are a LOT of sites devoted to giving people ideas for blog posts. My favourite was this one. A few of my favourites from the site:
- Ten things you can’t do anymore. (I might actually use this one in a future post.)
- Host a carnival. (WTF?)
- Write down every random thought that comes to mind. (Tempting…)
- Promote world peace; make concrete recommendations to get there. (I’m sure me and my four readers can achieve this one.)
But I had another idea. I went back to my NaBloPoMo post from this day last year to see if it would give me any ideas. And it did. I think back to a year ago when Amy was still nursing and we were changing diapers every 90 minutes and it was a huge scramble to get out of the house, and I don’t miss it. Sure it’s still a (somewhat smaller) scramble to get out of the house and we’re still changing diapers, and Elliot has meltdowns and Amy doesn’t like to get dressed in the mornings, but for the most part I love it. I love the phrases that come out of Elliot’s mouth, I love the interactions I see between the kids and I love how Amy hams it up for us.
Just tonight I jokingly asked Elliot to put Amy to bed for us because Greg and I are both feeling under the weather, and he agreed. But he told me he couldn’t put her into her crib — we’d have to do that. About half an hour later Greg and I had both forgotten this conversation, and Greg put Amy into her pajamas. Elliot came into the room and was very disappointed that he didn’t get her into her jammies. So we got him to put her sleep sack on, and she stood perfectly still while he did it, and then he read her a book. We read a couple of more books together and then once she was in her crib, Elliot sang to her the “good night song he learned from daycare”, all by himself. He was the last one to walk out of her room, and he gently closed the door behind him.
A good friend of mine who has a young teenage daughter once told me that every age has been her favourite age so far. I’m not sure I am going to make that statement because I have to admit that three has had some hard stretches, but I hope I can get close to it.