Climbing and Dancing 2

When I got home today at about 8:15, I saw GZ sitting on the floor with his eyes lighting up with so much excitement when I walked in the door. He started his little tushy crawl towards me and then stood up, grinning a mile wide eager little smile. As I was bent down, Naomi climbed on my back and wanted to "ride the horsey". Anything to get close.

wagon ho!

Abba Abba Abba

In non-YM related news. Gavriel Zev's pronunciation of my name, "Abba" has gotten so clear lately that now when Naomi and GZ both call me, they sound sort of the same, I have trouble telling who is talking.
Abba, Abba, Abba...

Biking in the snow

As usual, during the half-awake first hour of the morning, YM put on the tantrum pressure of wanting to take his bike to school today. My rule is that the temperature has to be above zero to ride his bike. So when YM said the temp was 3 above, I said "sure, take your bike" without checking weather.com first, because I wanted him out the door. (He was again late for school and I didn't want to make him later). Five minutes after he left, it started snowing like a madman and now I feel guilty for letting him go with checking first. Jennifer thinks this was all a passive response on my part, just another sign that I am weak-willed, which she is thrilled about.
So fine, from now on I won't let him bike unless I am absolutely sure the weather is good, and I will be making sure he gets out of bed every morning at 6:30 sharp.
(I was so tired this morning...) I was just so peeved this morning about everything. That is because everything I tried to do seemed to backfire on me. Argh. I am calmer now that I've had lunch (and a Starbucks Mocha drink. This is the second time I have bought it, from a convenience store, and now I feel so buzzed. My arms tingle.)
Anyways, I've been thinking about ways to get YM out of bed, seeing as his alarm clock is completely useless. I've sat and watched him snore away as I placed his buzzing alarm clock, not beside his ear, but literally 'on top of his ear', to absolutely no effect. I wonder if there are special alarm clocks for people like YM? I've thought about blow horns and electric cattle prods.

Kids in bed again

Naomi climbed into bed again. Before I could find the energy to bring her back to bed, the baby cried and my alarm clock went off at 6:30 AM. I changed the baby and gave him to J, who asked "why is Naomi in bed over here?"
Good question. I seem to remember putting a gate on the door last night, argh.

Kids climbing into bed at night

Naomi has been climbing out of bed at night and crawling into my bed to cuddle. Last night she cosies up at around 2 AM. I sat there for a minute thinking about how Jennifer said that kids who crawl into their parents beds can be a very dangerous thing, it's such a bad habit. My choices at that moment were to lie there, letting Naomi fall asleep and snore away enough that J would hear it and be pissed that I let a child sleep in our room, or bring her back to her own bed. (I don't really like sleeping beside Naomi mainly because she fidgets like a madman.)
So I picked her up and tucked her into her own beddie, saying "night, night" and all that. Naomi said that she was scared and I told her not to worry because I was right next door. Then I put the child safety gate on her door frame and made a dash for it back to bed, with J none the wiser.
Tonight after putting her to bed, I automatically put the safety gate on when I left.