Monday, February 18, 2008
I was just loading Paige into her car seat, telling her to be nice to Daddy because he was feeling sick. She told me that Daddy, Momma, Aunt Michelle, and Paige were all sick. And she's right. We have some sort of nasty stomach thing going on here at our house, and it has made every one of us miserable. I'm very happy to be on school vacation this week, and that Grandma has recovered enough from her bout of whatever it is to take Paige today so I can
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The hard part with Paige not feeling well is that she is normally a VERY high energy child, and it is hard keeping her still to get some rest. On Saturday I finally got around to doing something I've been "meaning to do" forever - I got out a box of instant rice and let her play with it. Paige loves to dig and shovel, and the rice was a huge hit - and also kept her from digging in the bucket of ice melt, which was her original idea. Of course, I do have rice all over the place, but for the child who can't seem to sit still for more than 5 minutes at a time, the rice kept her busy most of the day. She even took a nap, woke up, and her first words were, "Momma, can I play with the rice?"
I know there are other fun foods to play with, beans being one of them. I mentioned to my friend Michelle that maybe I'd get some beans for her, but I'd need a place to put them. She said, "you can put them in with the rice." I said, "Well, I could, but then the beans would be mixed in with the rice." She told me yes...it is about feeling different textures. I agreed with her, but said, "yes, different textures...rice with rice, and beans with beans." She asked me if this was the same problem as with the Floam. She told me that it was another perfectionist thing, not to mix my rice and beans. Can't a person just enjoy rice and beans separately without being a perfectionist?
Here I thought I was doing so good - finally doing one of my "meaning to do" things, and I get labeled as a perfectionist again. Oh well, at least Paige was happy. :)