On Monday I took Ivan to the dentist. It was his first dental appoitnment.
The night before and that morning, we talked about going to the dentist, what the dentist was going to do and how ivan will need open his mouth to give dentist a big aaa.
What a disaster. We got there. The waiting room was fine. It was a typical large dental practice, with Mickey posters on the wall and scooby doo playing on the tv
Instead of individual rooms, the examing area was one big , bright open space with several dental chairs.
The technician led us to one chair. Ivan sat down while stood next to him. The techician, a nice middle-aged woman, asked him to open his mouth so she could count his teeth. She showed him the tool she would use . He obliged and opened his mouth. Success.
Then she put some red dye on a qtip to put on his teeth so they could check for cavities. He wouldn't open his mouth. She drew a smiley face with it on a paper towel to show him. Nope. He was done. " I want to go home , " he said and wiggled out of the chair. And that was it. No way he was going to sit back in.
He started throwing a temper tantrum. I felt like everyone in the room was watching us. All I could hope for that they see this type of behavior on regular basis.
Then the dentist came, a young nonthreatening looking woman.
He wouldn't open his mouth for her, nor was he going to sit back in the chair.
So I had to sit in the chair, have him straddle me in my lap, and tilt him backwards so that the dentist could peak in his mouth while a technician was standing ready to take notes.
No cavities that she could glimpse from peaking into his mouth for literally a second.
Cleaning his teeth was out of question.
I thought Ivan would do well at the dentist although I'm not sure where I got that thought considering that he is a willful three year old. I took him to the dentist with me last summer so I though he'd know what he was in for.
They asked whether we brush his teeth, etc. All the typical dental hygene questions I knew we would get.
I did admit that he drinks milk before he goes to sleep after we brush his teeth.
I got scolded for doing so and shown photos of a kid's rotten black teeth, just like those I've had nightmares about.
Ivan got a goody bag, which contained a toothbrush, toothpaste, floss and some other trinkets.
The technician suggested we continue brushing his teeth like we've done so far but also to rebrush teeth in bed with the dry toothbrush after he finishes his milk and after story time.
I tried that tonight and it worked.
Friday, February 26, 2010
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Check ups
We took Allen and Ivan for their respective six weeks and three years check ups today.
Vital stats:
Ivan weighs 32 lbs, which puts him in the 50th percentile, and is 36 inches tall, which is the 25th percentile. Just as we suspected, he's getting stocky. It's time to curb sweets ( which he doesn't eat that often, but for which he really has a sweet tooth), switch him to skim milk, get him to eat fruits and veggies (good luck to us), and maybe cut down on his cheese intake, which is unfortunately, all he eats.
Allen weighs almost 12 lbs and is 22 inches long, both of which put him in the 50th percentile. (By contrast, I think that at his 6 weeks appointment, Ivan had fallen to 10 percent before subsequently resuming growth in the 25th percentile, where he still remains today).
Ivan was all about getting a sticker and kept asking for a sticker. Ivan got one shot, HIB, and a finger prick to check for anemia. He was a big boy and didn't cry for either. Actually, he was very intrigued when the nurse started squeezing droplets of blood into a vial. He was very observant. They also checked his pulse. It was cute to see that handcuff on him. On the way out, Ivan finally got his sticker.
Later at home, he said " my bubu is done" and took off the bandaid he got for the fingerprick.
Allen, poor baby, got 3 separate injections, which contained vaccines against 7 diseases, as well as a liquid for rotovirus. Needless to say, the poor baby didn't know what hit him and started crying. It's just awful to have inflict any sort of pain on such little baby.
Vital stats:
Ivan weighs 32 lbs, which puts him in the 50th percentile, and is 36 inches tall, which is the 25th percentile. Just as we suspected, he's getting stocky. It's time to curb sweets ( which he doesn't eat that often, but for which he really has a sweet tooth), switch him to skim milk, get him to eat fruits and veggies (good luck to us), and maybe cut down on his cheese intake, which is unfortunately, all he eats.
Allen weighs almost 12 lbs and is 22 inches long, both of which put him in the 50th percentile. (By contrast, I think that at his 6 weeks appointment, Ivan had fallen to 10 percent before subsequently resuming growth in the 25th percentile, where he still remains today).
Ivan was all about getting a sticker and kept asking for a sticker. Ivan got one shot, HIB, and a finger prick to check for anemia. He was a big boy and didn't cry for either. Actually, he was very intrigued when the nurse started squeezing droplets of blood into a vial. He was very observant. They also checked his pulse. It was cute to see that handcuff on him. On the way out, Ivan finally got his sticker.
Later at home, he said " my bubu is done" and took off the bandaid he got for the fingerprick.
Allen, poor baby, got 3 separate injections, which contained vaccines against 7 diseases, as well as a liquid for rotovirus. Needless to say, the poor baby didn't know what hit him and started crying. It's just awful to have inflict any sort of pain on such little baby.
Monday, February 15, 2010
I dream about ...
Ocassionally, I hear Ivan yell "no" in his sleep and wonder what does he dream about. I assume he's resolving some sort of daycare drama. Maybe something about toys, etc. Or maybe he's sayibg no to us or is trying to make Mariposa behave. Who knows.
Tonight, like every night, I went to check on him in his room before I went to bed. As I was tucking him in, he rolled over.
"Diapers. I have diapers on," he said in his sleep.
It made me giggle. Now I know what he dreams about.
I wonder if he's slowly feeling the pressure to use the potty. After the initial successful potty training when he's naked, and several unsuccesful attempts to get himto wear underwear, I gave up deciding to resume the training this spring. But we continue to tell him to let us know when he needs to go and keep talking how big boys use the potty. (Lately, he's been saying 'I big. I big boy' as opposed to Allen who's a baby.)
Also , almost all kids in his new three year-old classroom are potty trained.
Maybe all this direct and indirect pressure is getting to him. Maybe he's resolving the potty training issue in his sleep and will soon be ready.
I just hope we're not inadvertently stressing him out.
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Ivan: Three Years Old
Ivan turned three today. Unbelievable.
I have no clue where did the time go, nor how did Andy and I become parents to these two little boys.
We told him it was his birthday today but I don't think it really registered. We didn't make a big deal out of it, nor was there any cake, which in his mind signifies a birthday.
We were planning to take cupcakes to daycare and celebrate, but due to this week's snowstorms, the daycare, like everything else around us, is closed. So we'll need to celebrate next week. We were also planning to have a small birthday party this Saturday, but I think we'll have to postpone it as well because there will be absolutely nowhere to park.
The other day, we did talk about his birthday party and what kids are coming. He told me that not everyone can come to the party. I asked who would he like to invite.
"Blue cows and white cows," he said. I have no clue where he came up with that.
I have no clue where did the time go, nor how did Andy and I become parents to these two little boys.
We told him it was his birthday today but I don't think it really registered. We didn't make a big deal out of it, nor was there any cake, which in his mind signifies a birthday.
We were planning to take cupcakes to daycare and celebrate, but due to this week's snowstorms, the daycare, like everything else around us, is closed. So we'll need to celebrate next week. We were also planning to have a small birthday party this Saturday, but I think we'll have to postpone it as well because there will be absolutely nowhere to park.
The other day, we did talk about his birthday party and what kids are coming. He told me that not everyone can come to the party. I asked who would he like to invite.
"Blue cows and white cows," he said. I have no clue where he came up with that.
Allen: Outgrowing the Unattractive Phase
For the last few weeks, I've been joking that Allen's been going through his unattractive phase--he's been bald, still had milia from birth, had a case of baby acne and still has a closed tear duct.
Well now, new hairgrowth is coming in, milia are slowly disappearing, and the baby acne have abated as well. Just the tear duct remains.
He's also become so alert and so communicative when he's awake. I love it. His entire face beams when he "talks" to me. He's smiling, immitating my goofy expressions and making all sorts of gurgly sounds.
Other times, he looks very serious. As if one has to work really hard to entertain the baby. He also has this very inquisitive, intense, almost scared expression on his face.
Well now, new hairgrowth is coming in, milia are slowly disappearing, and the baby acne have abated as well. Just the tear duct remains.
He's also become so alert and so communicative when he's awake. I love it. His entire face beams when he "talks" to me. He's smiling, immitating my goofy expressions and making all sorts of gurgly sounds.
Other times, he looks very serious. As if one has to work really hard to entertain the baby. He also has this very inquisitive, intense, almost scared expression on his face.
The 'Little Books' Emergency
It was barely 5:30 this morning. I had just finished nursing Allen who was beginning settle into his rhythmical a-minor slumber on my chest when I heard Ivan stirring in his room.
"Mamma, mamma" he was beginning to call out in his sleep. I stayed still hoping that he would fall back asleep. But a minute later he was in our room.
"Read books, mamma, read books," he whined inconsolably.
Last night, Ivan fell asleep without me and without us reading the "little books." Andy had told him that I would come up to read the books but before that happened he had fallen asleep.
This morning he must have not realized that he had slept through the night but must have thought it was still last night. I couldn't convince him that it was nighttime and to fall back asleep in our bed. He was inconsolable and insisted on reading his little books.
I grabbed the books off my nightstand where they permanently reside as we've been reading the same four little books for months now as part of our bedtime routine. And because we've been reading them night after night, I've also memorized them. Ivan sat up in our bed. In the dark, I flipped through the pages--Dr. Seuss's Left Foot and Wocket in the Pocket, and The Going to Bed Book, which happens to be my favorite baby book--while reciting the words. I fumbled a bit through the Wocket book but it didn't matter. Ivan calmed down and dozed off until 7 or so.
Bedtime Routine
Reading books before falling asleep has finally become a part of our bedtime routine. Andy still give him a bath. Then I come up to the room to take over. Sometimes Andy put his jammies on; other time, I do it. Spending this alone time with him is even more important now that Allen's here. We switch kids. Andy takes Allen, and I stay with Ivan. (The only time Ivan has ever said anything negative about Allen was the other week, when I came up with Allen. "Go away Allen," he said, thinking that Allen would stay up with us.)
Before we settle down to read books, Ivan still sometimes likes to run up and down the hallway, or jump on our bed. He also has a new game where he takes all our pillows and puts them on top of him. "Close the doors," he says, as he puts all pillows on top of him. If any body parts are not covered, I need to put the pillow on him. Then he emerges from under the pillows. I should really take a photo of him among the pillows, as it's really cute. (For the last few months, he's been all about the closing and opening the doors game with all his toys.)
After he calms down, which usually requires me to invoke the counting to three, (where getting to number three is the threat of timeout), we snuggle in our bed and read books. We used to read all sorts of books he'd pick out, but for the last few weeks, we've been exclusively reading the four little books (the fourth book is Dr. Seuss's Hop on Pop). During Christmas time, he really like the "Twas Night Before Christmas, but we no longer read that since Christmas is over.)
After we read the four books, he usually wants to fall asleep in our bed with me by his side. However, on a rare occasion, he gets up, takes Medic and his bottle, and goes to sleep in his bed. Sometimes, he wants me to come with me, other times he doesn't. (The times he doesn't want me/need me to fall asleep with him,, I've actually felt hurt and rejected, like I felt when he stopped nursing. But obviously in the long run needs to learn to fall asleep on his own.)
I've also realized that most of the time I don't need to be with him until he falls asleep; he just wants me there until he settles down.
I think that actually having me with him prolongs him staying awake. He's been fighting sleep lately. He often tells me that he doesn't want to go to bed and that he doesn't want to close his eyes. Ocassionally, he tells me not to close my eyes and not to sleep either. I don't know whether it's because he doesn't want to sleep because he doesn't want to miss out on anything, which is apparently typical three year-old behavior, or whether he's developing fears, which is also possible at this age.
While we regularly brush Ivan's teeth as part of the bedtime routine, he's still been taking his milk bottle (not a bottle with the nipple, but a juice bottle) to bed with him, and drinking it after he brushes his teeth. I still don't like this practice and fear that he'll end up with rotten black teeth, but I've learned to be less anxious about it. At least he drinks his milk while we're reading books, he doesn't nurse the bottle to sleep.
Sleeping in the Big Boy's Bed
In October, we moved Ivan from the crib to the full size bed in his new room, e.g. the spare bedroom, to empty the crib room and prepare it for Allen. (I had qualms about letting a toddler sleep in a big bed like that, but that's another issue.) Since the move, he's wanted to sleep in his crib a few rare times, but he really likes his new bed and his new room. Except for those times when he comes to our bed.
When we moved him to the big bed, the first night he woke up in the middle of the night, he called for me. I found him standing at the entrance of his room hugging Medic. He stood there as if he needed permission to move. I told him to come to our bed. The following night, when he woke up in the middle of the night, he came to our room but just stood there. I had to tell him to climb into the bed. Since then, if he wakes up during the night, he just sprints over to our room, holding Medic and jumps into the bed. I don't even think he's awake while he's doing that.
"Mamma, mamma" he was beginning to call out in his sleep. I stayed still hoping that he would fall back asleep. But a minute later he was in our room.
"Read books, mamma, read books," he whined inconsolably.
Last night, Ivan fell asleep without me and without us reading the "little books." Andy had told him that I would come up to read the books but before that happened he had fallen asleep.
This morning he must have not realized that he had slept through the night but must have thought it was still last night. I couldn't convince him that it was nighttime and to fall back asleep in our bed. He was inconsolable and insisted on reading his little books.
I grabbed the books off my nightstand where they permanently reside as we've been reading the same four little books for months now as part of our bedtime routine. And because we've been reading them night after night, I've also memorized them. Ivan sat up in our bed. In the dark, I flipped through the pages--Dr. Seuss's Left Foot and Wocket in the Pocket, and The Going to Bed Book, which happens to be my favorite baby book--while reciting the words. I fumbled a bit through the Wocket book but it didn't matter. Ivan calmed down and dozed off until 7 or so.
Bedtime Routine
Reading books before falling asleep has finally become a part of our bedtime routine. Andy still give him a bath. Then I come up to the room to take over. Sometimes Andy put his jammies on; other time, I do it. Spending this alone time with him is even more important now that Allen's here. We switch kids. Andy takes Allen, and I stay with Ivan. (The only time Ivan has ever said anything negative about Allen was the other week, when I came up with Allen. "Go away Allen," he said, thinking that Allen would stay up with us.)
Before we settle down to read books, Ivan still sometimes likes to run up and down the hallway, or jump on our bed. He also has a new game where he takes all our pillows and puts them on top of him. "Close the doors," he says, as he puts all pillows on top of him. If any body parts are not covered, I need to put the pillow on him. Then he emerges from under the pillows. I should really take a photo of him among the pillows, as it's really cute. (For the last few months, he's been all about the closing and opening the doors game with all his toys.)
After he calms down, which usually requires me to invoke the counting to three, (where getting to number three is the threat of timeout), we snuggle in our bed and read books. We used to read all sorts of books he'd pick out, but for the last few weeks, we've been exclusively reading the four little books (the fourth book is Dr. Seuss's Hop on Pop). During Christmas time, he really like the "Twas Night Before Christmas, but we no longer read that since Christmas is over.)
After we read the four books, he usually wants to fall asleep in our bed with me by his side. However, on a rare occasion, he gets up, takes Medic and his bottle, and goes to sleep in his bed. Sometimes, he wants me to come with me, other times he doesn't. (The times he doesn't want me/need me to fall asleep with him,, I've actually felt hurt and rejected, like I felt when he stopped nursing. But obviously in the long run needs to learn to fall asleep on his own.)
I've also realized that most of the time I don't need to be with him until he falls asleep; he just wants me there until he settles down.
I think that actually having me with him prolongs him staying awake. He's been fighting sleep lately. He often tells me that he doesn't want to go to bed and that he doesn't want to close his eyes. Ocassionally, he tells me not to close my eyes and not to sleep either. I don't know whether it's because he doesn't want to sleep because he doesn't want to miss out on anything, which is apparently typical three year-old behavior, or whether he's developing fears, which is also possible at this age.
While we regularly brush Ivan's teeth as part of the bedtime routine, he's still been taking his milk bottle (not a bottle with the nipple, but a juice bottle) to bed with him, and drinking it after he brushes his teeth. I still don't like this practice and fear that he'll end up with rotten black teeth, but I've learned to be less anxious about it. At least he drinks his milk while we're reading books, he doesn't nurse the bottle to sleep.
Sleeping in the Big Boy's Bed
In October, we moved Ivan from the crib to the full size bed in his new room, e.g. the spare bedroom, to empty the crib room and prepare it for Allen. (I had qualms about letting a toddler sleep in a big bed like that, but that's another issue.) Since the move, he's wanted to sleep in his crib a few rare times, but he really likes his new bed and his new room. Except for those times when he comes to our bed.
When we moved him to the big bed, the first night he woke up in the middle of the night, he called for me. I found him standing at the entrance of his room hugging Medic. He stood there as if he needed permission to move. I told him to come to our bed. The following night, when he woke up in the middle of the night, he came to our room but just stood there. I had to tell him to climb into the bed. Since then, if he wakes up during the night, he just sprints over to our room, holding Medic and jumps into the bed. I don't even think he's awake while he's doing that.
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
It's midnight and what am I doing
...pumping. My breast pump and I have been getting reacquainted over the last few days. I really had an aversion toward assembling and staring the whole pumping process but it was about time. last time I hadn't started pumping until I was a month away from returning to work and eventually I ran out of milk.
(last time, it took me about a month after ivan was born to go and buy the pump. Then I sat at it the dining room table unopened, and stared at it for a month before I felt psychologically ready to assemble it and give it a try. I ended up pumping for the next year.)
However, the last 3 months before Ivan turned 1 and could drink cow milk, i had to suplement with formula. No big deal but still. This time I'm hoping to store away more milk. However, I don't think that I'm pumping as much extra milk as I was able to pump with Ivan so early on. Maybe I'm just misremebering or I'm not pumping at times when I have extra milk.
(last time, it took me about a month after ivan was born to go and buy the pump. Then I sat at it the dining room table unopened, and stared at it for a month before I felt psychologically ready to assemble it and give it a try. I ended up pumping for the next year.)
However, the last 3 months before Ivan turned 1 and could drink cow milk, i had to suplement with formula. No big deal but still. This time I'm hoping to store away more milk. However, I don't think that I'm pumping as much extra milk as I was able to pump with Ivan so early on. Maybe I'm just misremebering or I'm not pumping at times when I have extra milk.
Monday, February 8, 2010
Snowstorm: Playing with Ivan
What a difference six weeks makes. Instead of freaking out whether I was going to go into labor as I did with the pre-Xmas storm six weeks ago, I was able to enjoy this weekend's storm of the century.
Unfortunately, I didn't get to go out and play in the snow like I wanted to do, but rather spent yesterday and today at home with Ivan, Allen and Mariposa. (I also really like the idea of going out and playing in the snow more so than the actual act.) Andy had to work today (some basketball game that apparently counldn't be posptoned) and yesterday, while he was home, he was actually out shoveling the snow most of the day.
I had a blast playing with Ivan. Initially, I was apprehensive that he was going to go house-crazy, be full of energy, and be hard to manage, but he was not. In addition to playing with his collection of "boops" and unraveling the wool around the house, for the first time, we did a whole slew of crafty activities.
Yesterday, he found my watercolor set in a drawer and wanted to paint. I found an old sketchbook, set us up at the table and we colored for a very long time. We made four pictures. We took turns painting.
Then he wanted his little scissors to cut paper. (He's been interested in learning to cut paper since last summer when we took him to the aviation museum where they had a children's arts/crafts station, which included scissors. He's gotten very good at cutting, too.) He cut the paper into many little pieces. Then he took the tape, and put a piece of tape on each side of the cut papers. I told him he was making bookmarks.
Later in the day, he helped me make muffins. He stood on his little red chair to be able to reach the countertop and watch me. He stirred the eggs (myself, I want to do it myself). Then he mixed the flour and the sugar. Then he got a special job, of putting cupcake holders into the pan.
Today, we painted some more at his initiative. Then I got out his coloring book. We got crayons to color. We also cut more paper and made more bookmarks.
He also pulled out two Dr. Zeuss's books, which Kris recently brought over and started flipping through them. "I reading," he told me. He basically flipped through the pages and explained to me what was on each page. (He's been "reading" his "little books" at bed time with me for the last few weeks as well.)
Then he found Scrabble and started opening it. "What that, mamma. A game? Want to play?" he asked me. I couldn't say no, although I really didn't to him to discover and start pulling the letters. When he opened the box, he first saw the four wooden pieces on which players put the letters. I quickly told him that the game is to take those wooden pieces out and put his crayons and chalk, which was on the table, on it. He liked that. And the chalk fit perfectly. I put away the Scrabble box before he could rummage in it and find the bag with letters.
Years ago when I started imagining how it would be to have a child, I would think of doing little artsy/craftsy activities with the child (a girl in my dreams, of course). I also dreamed about taking the child to the arts classes at the Smithsonian. So now that Ivan's has gotten old to want to engage in such artsy activities, I am so thrilled to play with him.
Last week, we also made our first pasta necklaces. I figured he'd like making the necklaces because pulling string (wool, in this case) through macaroni, is just a type of a fine, precise motor skill that he likes to do.
More on the little red chair: (For the last few months, he's been taking that little chair around the house and climbing on it to reach what ever he's after. It's really cute. I like how he's inventive, self-sufficient and taking thing in his own hands. Donna, from work, said that after I recounted some Ivan story to her last year. I think it was him going for seconds at a birthday party. I think the first time he used the red chair to accomplish something was when Andy turned off the light in the kitchen, which was against Ivan's orders. He stormed out of the kitchen. I thought he was going to fling himself on the couch and throw a tempter tantum, but instead he went to get the chair, took it to the kitchen, climbed on it and turned the light switch back on. We cracked up.)
Unfortunately, I didn't get to go out and play in the snow like I wanted to do, but rather spent yesterday and today at home with Ivan, Allen and Mariposa. (I also really like the idea of going out and playing in the snow more so than the actual act.) Andy had to work today (some basketball game that apparently counldn't be posptoned) and yesterday, while he was home, he was actually out shoveling the snow most of the day.
I had a blast playing with Ivan. Initially, I was apprehensive that he was going to go house-crazy, be full of energy, and be hard to manage, but he was not. In addition to playing with his collection of "boops" and unraveling the wool around the house, for the first time, we did a whole slew of crafty activities.
Yesterday, he found my watercolor set in a drawer and wanted to paint. I found an old sketchbook, set us up at the table and we colored for a very long time. We made four pictures. We took turns painting.
Then he wanted his little scissors to cut paper. (He's been interested in learning to cut paper since last summer when we took him to the aviation museum where they had a children's arts/crafts station, which included scissors. He's gotten very good at cutting, too.) He cut the paper into many little pieces. Then he took the tape, and put a piece of tape on each side of the cut papers. I told him he was making bookmarks.
Later in the day, he helped me make muffins. He stood on his little red chair to be able to reach the countertop and watch me. He stirred the eggs (myself, I want to do it myself). Then he mixed the flour and the sugar. Then he got a special job, of putting cupcake holders into the pan.
Today, we painted some more at his initiative. Then I got out his coloring book. We got crayons to color. We also cut more paper and made more bookmarks.
He also pulled out two Dr. Zeuss's books, which Kris recently brought over and started flipping through them. "I reading," he told me. He basically flipped through the pages and explained to me what was on each page. (He's been "reading" his "little books" at bed time with me for the last few weeks as well.)
Then he found Scrabble and started opening it. "What that, mamma. A game? Want to play?" he asked me. I couldn't say no, although I really didn't to him to discover and start pulling the letters. When he opened the box, he first saw the four wooden pieces on which players put the letters. I quickly told him that the game is to take those wooden pieces out and put his crayons and chalk, which was on the table, on it. He liked that. And the chalk fit perfectly. I put away the Scrabble box before he could rummage in it and find the bag with letters.
Years ago when I started imagining how it would be to have a child, I would think of doing little artsy/craftsy activities with the child (a girl in my dreams, of course). I also dreamed about taking the child to the arts classes at the Smithsonian. So now that Ivan's has gotten old to want to engage in such artsy activities, I am so thrilled to play with him.
Last week, we also made our first pasta necklaces. I figured he'd like making the necklaces because pulling string (wool, in this case) through macaroni, is just a type of a fine, precise motor skill that he likes to do.
More on the little red chair: (For the last few months, he's been taking that little chair around the house and climbing on it to reach what ever he's after. It's really cute. I like how he's inventive, self-sufficient and taking thing in his own hands. Donna, from work, said that after I recounted some Ivan story to her last year. I think it was him going for seconds at a birthday party. I think the first time he used the red chair to accomplish something was when Andy turned off the light in the kitchen, which was against Ivan's orders. He stormed out of the kitchen. I thought he was going to fling himself on the couch and throw a tempter tantum, but instead he went to get the chair, took it to the kitchen, climbed on it and turned the light switch back on. We cracked up.)
Ivan and the Bunnies
Today's new development in Ivan's ongoing dealing with his imaginary bunnies. Today, after they woke up from their cages where they live under the edge of the carpet, they were hopping around the house, ultimately to end up in the kitchen.
They were pooping on the floor in the kitchen, he said. Not in diapers or on the potty, but on the floor.
Last summer, the bunniest were always someplace outside the house. Then gradually they moved in. Then he spent several months talking about opening the door or closing the door to let the bunnies get it or to keep them out.
And, now they were apparently pooping on our kitchen floor.
They were pooping on the floor in the kitchen, he said. Not in diapers or on the potty, but on the floor.
Last summer, the bunniest were always someplace outside the house. Then gradually they moved in. Then he spent several months talking about opening the door or closing the door to let the bunnies get it or to keep them out.
And, now they were apparently pooping on our kitchen floor.
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