Ok, so I’m a tad stunned this morning while reading this! First, my three year old (also an energetic, social Charlotte) got the same helmet for Christmas. For the past two weeks, she has been on a cat kick as well. She is baby cat, I’m mama cat and my dear husband is Poppi dog :| She crawls on the floor, begs us to feed her fish and give her fishy treats, randomly mews and rubs her back against the wall while purring. It has been interesting! The past few nights she has even used it as an excuse to not fall asleep - “ Mama cat, I need to take my pajamas off because cats don’t wear clothes silly” or “ Mama cat, I can’t fall asleep because cats need to sleep in round beds” - to which I quickly responded, “well Opa’s cats sleep outside in the woods”. Mama cats have to have their wits about them you see!
This cracked me up. Ada is 3 now and has been in a fox phase lately (no idea why) so she is baby fox and I am Momma fox. When she wants time to herself without sharing lap space with little brother she reminds me that baby foxes have to drink milk and that Momma fox has to provide the milk. I end up feeding her a sippy cup of milk in my lap while she makes sounds she believes are baby fox sounds. lol. When she is in these moods she only responds to “Baby fox” and if I get it wrong she will remind me that she is not Ada, she is Baby Fox.
Hi Sarah,
I have read your blog for quite sometime now and have two girls of my own (almost 4 and almost 10 months) and really enjoy your writing and outlook on life and child rearing, especially nursing and tandem nursing (are you still doing it?)The reason I am writing it because something is driving me mad! I am sure it was on this blog I read a great summary of parenting. Basically, we have to teach our children two things 1) they are special 2)they are no more special than anyone else.
Did you mention that here? Did you talk about a book it came from? I am very interested and want to know more. Thanks so much,
LLindsay, thanks for saying hi! I sent you an e-mail, but the long and short of it is that I don’t think that you found that summary on my blog. I can remember one or two lively conversations in the comment fields that might have covered that topic, but I’ve only recently begun to come out of the hyper-my-children-are-precious-snowflakes phase of parenting and come around to this parenting perspective, so I don’t think I’ve written about that transition yet.
Hey Sarah!
I was just flipping through you pintrest and saw that Charlotte has a play house! That sounds so awesome. Could you share pics with us, pretty please?
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By on February 05, 2014
“Cat 5 was a skunk.“ That literally made me laugh out loud.
My oldest saw a skit called “New York Cats” on Sesame Street one day. When his dad came home, they had to play cat. New York cats are loud and pushy. He then decided they needed to play “yarn balls”, pushing around imaginary balls of yarn. For years we called him AndyCat and sometimes they still call me MomCat. MEOW! Long live the cats!