Swirling Dervish
Have you ever seen a swirling dervish? They are pretty cool looking. All that wind spinning the dirt in an ever growing spiral. Yeah, it's neat. Unless of course said swirling dervish is your toddler. Then it's a matter of trying to contain said dervish. Allow me to explain.
I awoke this morning surprisingly late with Sam. Granted I hadn't slept well but what's new there. Sam actually slept in, for which I was very grateful. We got up, I fed her a healthy breakfast of fruit and oatmeal (ok so the oatmeal was possibly loaded with brown sugar and milk). Changed her nasty poopy diaper, and of course decided to unload the dishwasher so Gamer can reload it later this evening. She was sitting quite happily in her high chair as I started on cleaning the kitchen counters off. When she was done with her breakfast I let her down...and that's when it started. I think I should have put a leash on her. Oh well. I continue cleaning the kitchen, getting the dishes soaking, wiping down appliances, disinfecting the counters, and tossing out garbage. As I'm doing this my dear sweet daughter decided to try to play with my computer (thankfully I saved it before she could do much more than touch the side of it), then it was onto trying to go through the garbage, and the recycle. After pulling her away from that and turning my back for 30 seconds, she was up jumping and dancing to the music which is great and I encourage...when it's not on top of a cot that she could fall off of. So again, pulling her to safety ( not that it's that far of a fall as the cot is only 6 inches high, but still) and telling her no, she was off again. I managed to just fill the silverware container when I hear her heading up the stairs that I had blocked off and she had somehow unblocked. I figured "well, she's got another poopy diaper, so we might as well go up and change that. Maybe we will pick up the bedrooms and book nook while we are at it." I got her changed with little difficulty ( you do it enough and it becomes second nature) and let her up to go play while I tackled her bedroom. Thankfully as I try to not let things get to messy in our rooms it was a fairly easy clean. Until I turned around and realized she had pulled apart the book nook. I simply shook my head at this point because I figured one down two to go. I sat her down in the papasan with a book and she was quite content for the few moments it took me to clean the nook. Then it was onto cleaning Gamer and I's room. And that's where even more fun began. I pulled apart the bed to Sam's great delight so I could remake it. Pretty sure she thought it was Christmas when I let her lay on the bed while I put the flat sheet on. When she's a little older I'll teach her how to build a sheet fort. She laughed and laughed as I snapped the sheet into place and tucked in the edges. She then started getting into the things that are sitting on my window sill above my bed. That I didn't mind until she started throwing them all over the place. I quickly put an end to that...or so I thought. She bolted form the bed to her room to pick up and play with the basket I had just put together to hold the loose ends like her gas drops, and spare wubbies (otherwise known as pacifiers). By this time I had the blankets mostly on the bed, and was turning around to fetch the pillows to toss on, when I see her running with the basket a wubbie in her mouth and another in her other hand. I rolled my eyes as I told her no, and took the basket and extra wubbie to return them to their place. I get back to my room (all of about 5 feet) as she has her daddy's DS in her hands. Now this I knew was a bad idea. Daddy would have had a fit if she broke it. I snatched it from her grip before it became the next victim to Dervish Sam. She ran straight back to the nook and began pulling books off the shelf and reading them in the papasan...or so I thought. I tuck in the last pillow and check on her to discover her standing in the papasan leaning as far over as she possibly can to play with the stuff on the nightstand that serves as the side table in there. Scared me to death I swear. I quickly snagged her, told her no, and set her down sitting in the chair and handed her some books to play with. At which point she did settle down long enough for me to get the dirty laundry tossed into the basket. As soon as she saw me folding the clean clothes to put in the drawers, she hopped up to start pulling open and shut drawers in my dresser. Please understand, this dresser was a gift from a dear friend of ours and it's made of logs. So each drawer is fairly heavy and are on a gliding system so as to be easier to open. They are perfect for smashing little fingers at high speed. This was not something I wanted. I told her no, moved her hands, and finished putting away the clothes as she continued to play with the drawers and I continued to tell her no while moving her hands away. At last the upstairs was as clean as it was going to get for the day. Grabbing the garbage in one hand and Sam in the other, we made our way downstairs to finish up the kitchen. To my dismay she continued her mischievous streak down there to the point of I finally stuffed her in her baby fence with her blocks and other toys. Oh boy did she let me have it. I walked away so I could pee for 30 seconds in peace. And then decided I needed another minute to myself. So I cleaned the bathroom and the studio. When I returned to the kitchen she had settled down into playing with her toys, and she allowed me to finish getting the kitchen picked up. I then made her lunch and she finally began to settle down completely. When I put her back in her fence after lunch for a few minutes so I could do this blog and actually eat a little something myself, she was a little upset but quickly began to play. I think she finally wore herself out. I think I shall snuggle with my little one and let the living room just be for the day. I can tackle it tomorrow. In the mean time we shall watch a show and then it will be nap time. Mayhap I can get some reading done. Wouldn't that be nice? Lol.
You know even with her being a swirling dervish, I wouldn't change my little Sam a bit. Otherwise she wouldn't be who she is. A strong, amazing little creature capable of so much love and compassion. So my dear bloggers, when your swirling dervish is spinning round and round, don't get to frustrated. They will eventually settle down and then they want to snuggle and cuddle. So take advantage of it. It goes by fast.
I awoke this morning surprisingly late with Sam. Granted I hadn't slept well but what's new there. Sam actually slept in, for which I was very grateful. We got up, I fed her a healthy breakfast of fruit and oatmeal (ok so the oatmeal was possibly loaded with brown sugar and milk). Changed her nasty poopy diaper, and of course decided to unload the dishwasher so Gamer can reload it later this evening. She was sitting quite happily in her high chair as I started on cleaning the kitchen counters off. When she was done with her breakfast I let her down...and that's when it started. I think I should have put a leash on her. Oh well. I continue cleaning the kitchen, getting the dishes soaking, wiping down appliances, disinfecting the counters, and tossing out garbage. As I'm doing this my dear sweet daughter decided to try to play with my computer (thankfully I saved it before she could do much more than touch the side of it), then it was onto trying to go through the garbage, and the recycle. After pulling her away from that and turning my back for 30 seconds, she was up jumping and dancing to the music which is great and I encourage...when it's not on top of a cot that she could fall off of. So again, pulling her to safety ( not that it's that far of a fall as the cot is only 6 inches high, but still) and telling her no, she was off again. I managed to just fill the silverware container when I hear her heading up the stairs that I had blocked off and she had somehow unblocked. I figured "well, she's got another poopy diaper, so we might as well go up and change that. Maybe we will pick up the bedrooms and book nook while we are at it." I got her changed with little difficulty ( you do it enough and it becomes second nature) and let her up to go play while I tackled her bedroom. Thankfully as I try to not let things get to messy in our rooms it was a fairly easy clean. Until I turned around and realized she had pulled apart the book nook. I simply shook my head at this point because I figured one down two to go. I sat her down in the papasan with a book and she was quite content for the few moments it took me to clean the nook. Then it was onto cleaning Gamer and I's room. And that's where even more fun began. I pulled apart the bed to Sam's great delight so I could remake it. Pretty sure she thought it was Christmas when I let her lay on the bed while I put the flat sheet on. When she's a little older I'll teach her how to build a sheet fort. She laughed and laughed as I snapped the sheet into place and tucked in the edges. She then started getting into the things that are sitting on my window sill above my bed. That I didn't mind until she started throwing them all over the place. I quickly put an end to that...or so I thought. She bolted form the bed to her room to pick up and play with the basket I had just put together to hold the loose ends like her gas drops, and spare wubbies (otherwise known as pacifiers). By this time I had the blankets mostly on the bed, and was turning around to fetch the pillows to toss on, when I see her running with the basket a wubbie in her mouth and another in her other hand. I rolled my eyes as I told her no, and took the basket and extra wubbie to return them to their place. I get back to my room (all of about 5 feet) as she has her daddy's DS in her hands. Now this I knew was a bad idea. Daddy would have had a fit if she broke it. I snatched it from her grip before it became the next victim to Dervish Sam. She ran straight back to the nook and began pulling books off the shelf and reading them in the papasan...or so I thought. I tuck in the last pillow and check on her to discover her standing in the papasan leaning as far over as she possibly can to play with the stuff on the nightstand that serves as the side table in there. Scared me to death I swear. I quickly snagged her, told her no, and set her down sitting in the chair and handed her some books to play with. At which point she did settle down long enough for me to get the dirty laundry tossed into the basket. As soon as she saw me folding the clean clothes to put in the drawers, she hopped up to start pulling open and shut drawers in my dresser. Please understand, this dresser was a gift from a dear friend of ours and it's made of logs. So each drawer is fairly heavy and are on a gliding system so as to be easier to open. They are perfect for smashing little fingers at high speed. This was not something I wanted. I told her no, moved her hands, and finished putting away the clothes as she continued to play with the drawers and I continued to tell her no while moving her hands away. At last the upstairs was as clean as it was going to get for the day. Grabbing the garbage in one hand and Sam in the other, we made our way downstairs to finish up the kitchen. To my dismay she continued her mischievous streak down there to the point of I finally stuffed her in her baby fence with her blocks and other toys. Oh boy did she let me have it. I walked away so I could pee for 30 seconds in peace. And then decided I needed another minute to myself. So I cleaned the bathroom and the studio. When I returned to the kitchen she had settled down into playing with her toys, and she allowed me to finish getting the kitchen picked up. I then made her lunch and she finally began to settle down completely. When I put her back in her fence after lunch for a few minutes so I could do this blog and actually eat a little something myself, she was a little upset but quickly began to play. I think she finally wore herself out. I think I shall snuggle with my little one and let the living room just be for the day. I can tackle it tomorrow. In the mean time we shall watch a show and then it will be nap time. Mayhap I can get some reading done. Wouldn't that be nice? Lol.
You know even with her being a swirling dervish, I wouldn't change my little Sam a bit. Otherwise she wouldn't be who she is. A strong, amazing little creature capable of so much love and compassion. So my dear bloggers, when your swirling dervish is spinning round and round, don't get to frustrated. They will eventually settle down and then they want to snuggle and cuddle. So take advantage of it. It goes by fast.
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