1. Mayor Luke Ravenstahl: Despite disagreeing (vehemently) with several of his proposals for the city of Pittsburgh (such as the tax on college tuition), and despite thinking he is a total DIRTBAG for cheating on his wife a couple years ago, I will hereby admit that when I saw him emerge from his car last Thursday and walk up the steps to his house-----without a shirt on------I.......I.......well, I slowed my car down. Waaayyyyyyyyyy down. Yes, I did. He looks pretty good with his shirt off. His face? Average. His body? Not average. Oh, and did I mention where I was going? I was taking my son to a children's church program. Yep.
2. I put a leash on my child. I don't use it all the time, only when safety is an issue. Oooooh, I can already feel the Cold Eyes of Judgment. Let me make my excuses. He's 3. He runs away from me. With cars whizzing down the street. Or he darts away in parking lots. He does not listen when I yell, "Stop!" A few weeks ago, we were leaving the gym. I had the one year old on my hip (he can't walk yet) and my gym bag in the other hand. My 3 year old took off across the parking garage. I yelled, "Stop!" He kept running. I could see a car with his taillights on, backing up.......with my son running towards him. Nearer to me, another car was coming around the corner, so I could not drop my little guy and run after the other! He was too far away from me by then anyway. It all happened so fast! So I screamed as loud as I could, probably sounding like a crazy woman, "Stop! Stop!" My son kept running but the driver heard me and stopped. He rolled down his window (it was a young guy) and started apologizing profusely as I caught up to my son. Poor guy thought I was yelling at him! Well, thank God someone heard me! I said, "No no! I'm glad you heard me but I wasn't yelling at you." So........let's just say that won't happen again. So now my son has a monkey strapped to his back. It looks like a backpack but it's not. The monkey has a long tail that I hold on to. He hates it but at least he won't get hit by a car. I don't know what to do. We've even played "Red Light Green Light" in the backyard to practice this skill. He can do it while playing the game, but in real life, when it REALLY MATTERS, he ignores me. Any ideas for me? Or is the leash all I've got until he matures a little?
3. Our 3 year old has been sleeping in our room for the last couple of weeks. I'm sick of it. He has nightmares and resists going to bed. "I have bad dreams," he complains. About what? The answer is always the same, "Animals come in my room." Prior to crashing on our floor, he was waking up at 4am for MONTHS. Terrified and screaming. He would either crawl in bed with us and go back to sleep OR, if we said no, he would go downstairs and be "up" for the day.....so of course I then had to get up. Ugh! Then one night after a bedtime battle that had lasted over 3 hours, he dragged his cheap foam Lightning McQueen fold out chair/bed thingamajig down the hall and laid it on our floor. I was too tired to resist. That was a few weeks ago. Ever since, he has gone to bed on the floor in our room. If he wakes up at 4 am, he will just take a hug and lay back down. But he won't do the screaming hysterics that wake everyone up. Hmmm,....how shall we say this? This has killed a certain type of "nightly relations." But we are sleeping! It sucks. I want him out.
And let me just say that it used to be SO EASY! We'd do the whole nightly routine: dinner, bath, books, sleep and it worked like a charm. After reading 3 books, he would get up from the rocking chair, walk to bed himself, lay down, and say "goodnight." And every night he would remind me to SHUT THE DOOR. Yes, he reminded me! And he did not have a nightlight either. I mean, I should have known it wouldn't last forever! But that's how easy it was for a full year, at least. Until his imagination kicked into high gear after Christmas. And now, a nightlight isn't enough. The door open is not enough. Searching the room before bedtime for "animals" is not enough. I found a cool nightlight on Amazon called The Good Nite Lite. Considering how simple it is, my husband does not think it's worth $35. Cheapskate!! Then again, he may be right, as I feel the problem is these bad dreams, and not the fact that he doesn't understand night vs day. Should I do a reward system? I need help. Super Nanny Jo Frost's methods have not worked. Feel free to dispense advice.
4. My husband has dermatographia. This isn't really a confession, but I felt like telling you. Have you heard of it? It causes the skin to raise up from being lightly scratched by anything. Serious welts people!! Scratch isn't even the right word. Even tracing your finger lightly over his skin will cause a reaction. Simply touching him. Or even touching himself (did your mind go in the gutter with that one?). But it's true! This started about 5 months ago and he's been popping Claritin and Benadryl to keep it under control. If he forgets to pop pills, see what happens in the photo below, and remember that only slight touch causes it---not a roughing scratching like you'd think. So....just imagine what happens when we have
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