The Mess
Started: 2011-11-05 21:03:45
Submitted: 2011-11-05 21:34:49
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Putting Calvin to bed each night is an adventure. When he doesn't nap he's often hyper or irritable. When he does nap he often has enough energy that he's not easily swayed by arguments that he ought to go to bed. Tonight after I turned off the lights and waited for him to settle down enough that I could leave his room, he got up to rummage around in his closet and quickly began complaining about "The moss, the moss." I couldn't figure out what he was talking about at first; my best guess was mouse, but he didn't accept that interpretation. I suggested he close the closet door and he accepted that as a valid strategy, but wanted my help to close the door. I discovered that, while he was rummaging around in the closet, he had knocked down a stack of burp cloths (which we need to pack away, since he has no further need for them) and wanted me to clean up "the mess". I obliged, and he told me I needed a blanket too (since I was laying on the floor waiting for him to settle down), so I grabbed one from the closet before closing the door. I went back to my spot on the floor, where I showed him the blanket I grabbed and he said, "I already got this one," and handed me the (toddler-sized) Paddington Bear blanket. I thanked him for the blanket, though it barely covered my legs, and laid down. Soon enough he settled down and I left him to sleep, bemused by his emerging personality.
We took Calvin to Scott Carpenter Park today for a little sledding, though most of the snow from Wednesday had melted.
