Remus Watch

Okay -I haven't sent pictures - I'll work on that, I promise.  Tonight or tomorrow, I'll send the ones I have out.  Anyhow, to tie you over until then, here's how our morning went --

 

5:00 AM:  Remus knees me in the nose.

 

5:05 AM:  Remus starts fussing for "mommy-muk."

 

5:10 AM:  Remus finishes nursing and promptly falls back asleep.  I know this because this is when he started snoring.

 

5:15 AM: I have gotten down stairs and made a cup of tea.

 

5:30 AM: I have finished making Remus' lunch - today I am sendig Ravioli with homemade tomato sauce which is really canned tomato sauce that I mixed with some steamed veggies, garlic and ground up sausage.

 

5:45 AM: I have finished programming the VCR and satellite TV to tape all three of today's World Cup games.  I have also watched the weather and traffic segment of the news.

 

6:00 AM: I have taken a few moments to finish 2 rows on a swatch for a present for little Georgia C., due sometime this month, and have watched the opening minutes of the today's first WC match.  I finish my tea and head upstairs to get ready.

 

6:05 AM: I have just finished brushing my teeth and getting ready and am in the process of picking out a jacket to wear when I hear Remus crying. I go to Remus' bedroom and have picked him up.  He stops crying and puts his head on my shoulder, still very sleepy.

 

6:07 AM: I am now dealing with a grump.  He does not like the shirt picked out for him, nor does he like the fact that I have not put "Big Boy" pants on him (I put a regular diaper on, not a pull-up).  He HATES the sweater vest I have put over the shirt (it's knitted and no, I didn't make it).  He keeps tugging on the vest complaining that he wants his "Big Boy Red Shirt" which is an oversize red shirt that he's been wearing as pajamas right now.  (He has many red shirts but only this one is actually referred to as the "Red Shirt."  You can almost hear the capital letters when he says that - it's like a name.)

 

6:15 AM: I can almost taste victory - while he's still crying over his vest and shirt and lack of Red Shirt and I have stopped him from constantly pulling at the vest tp take it off by putting his jacket on and zipping it up.  We have gotten his pants on, during which even my normal diversion tactic of "Look!  These jeans have POCKETS!  These jeans have BEARS on them!" didn't work.  He kept crying throughout putting on socks.  He just kept saying "I wanta Red Shirt.  I don wanta this." (and by the way, that's EXACTLY how he said it, it's not a typo).    All this aside, we have gotten out the garage door and he's pushed the door open button (crying "I wanta Red Shirt" the whole time), I have put his lunch and my purse on the drivers side, and am just getting ready to put him when I am stopped dead in my tracks by his exclamation: "Mommy!  Where my shoes?"

 

6:23 AM: I have gotten Remus back in the house.  He is now considerably more cheerful, he immediately perked up when he realized that his comment about no shoes finally made me do something HE wanted to do.  I thanked him for doing a good job and being such a big boy and being so smart about catching the fact that he only had socks on.  He is even happier that I have let him pick out the shoes he's going to wear today - brown shoes, not blue.  Which took some will power on my part as his vest and jeans would have coordinated better with his BLUE shoes, which he never chooses.  The brown one's don't look too bad, so I let it slide, I figure if it makes him happy it's worth it.  We are now in the car, and are FINALLY headed off to day care.  Amazingly enough, we are ON SCHEDULE!!!

 

6:30 AM: We have just pulled into the day care parking lot - Remus is MUCH happier because we listened to the Happy Birthday song on repeat for the full ride to school.  We sang loudly to the puppy dog and kitty cat versions as well. 

 

6:35 AM: We have gotten into day care, and taken off Remus' jacket and miraculously, he has forgotten about the hated vest.  He's fine with it now.  While I hang up his jacket and put away his lunch, he has gone over to their "kitchen" and is pretending to cook some plastic eggs, all the while saying "I cookin' a-rice an a-tofut an a-sausage" (again, I am spelling phonetically and it's EXACTLY as he said it).

 

6:40 AM: Several kisses, hugs, nose rubs, nose kisses, forehead kisses and two thrown kisses later, I am finally leaving day care to go to work. 

 

6:41 AM: I miss him already.