Stuck it, mommy

So here’s an update on the duck and sleep situation, neither of which is going particularly well. The duck hunt is still proving to be as elusive as ever, because apparently bright yellow furry ducks that can’t quack are at the brink of extinction. Experts are blaming it on itchy-fingered toddlers who keep chucking these ducks out of strollers.

As the days wear on, baby girl is slowly coming to terms with the fact that she’s not going to be seeing duck duck again, and has (reluctantly) agreed to consider making 2 new friends in the form of a ladybug and a bear. She’s not sure which one she likes better so she’s hanging on to both for now.

As for the sleeping, they’re now playing a game of who lasts longer not-falling-asleep-while-being-confined-to-bed and the prize is the sheer satisfaction of pwning mommy.

Much of the game now involves them taking turns to ask me questions and me trying not to answer them.

Kirsten: Mommy, remember we went swimming so fun?

Me: mmph *non-committal grunt*

Kirsten: Did u have fun mommy?

Me: mmphhhh *slightly longer non committal grunt*

Kirsten: Mommy you like to go swimming with me?

Me: Ok yes, I do. But no more talking. Close your eyes.

*brief pause*

Tru: Mommy I think it’s going to rain.

Me: mmph *non-committal grunt*

Tru: You see, it’s very dark. Is it raining mommy?

Me: No it’s not. I will let you know when its raining. I’m serious, go to sleep.

*brief pause*

Kirsten: Mommy where’s my ladybug?

Me: It’s right there, underneath your butt.

Kirsten: OHH here… where’s my bear bear?

Me: Look, it’s here. Right next to your ladybug.

Kirsten: How about my duck duck? My duck duck LOST IT?? (she’s recently taken to adding “it” to all her verbs, like “help, my shoe stuck it” or “oh no, my cornflakes drop it”)

Me: You don’t say. If you don’t lie down, I’m going to be the one losing it.