another day, another dollar

[mamajoan]

Ugh! Another not-so-great sleep night. Ruthie was congested and had trouble breathing and thus, trouble sleeping. She actually slept in the crib from about 9:30 to 3:30, but then from 3:30 to 6:30 she was in my bed breathing loudly and wiggling all around and just generally keeping me awake. Sigh.

It's only 11:20 and I can barely keep my eyes open. This bodes ill for the Red Sox game that mom and I are supposedly going to tonight. I wonder if more caffeine would help. Or maybe some crystal meth.

This morning when we were lying in bed -- me groggy and in denial about being awake; Ruthie bouncy and obscenely full of pep -- she started signing for nursie, so I jokingly said, "can you say please?" and she said "peez!" I didn't even know she knew how to say that. :) ♥

Isaac generally has shown no curiosity about our family structure, i.e., the distinct lack of a second parent; but the other night he pooped in the toilet and there were three pieces of poop, two biggish and one little. And he said, "It looks like a daddy poop and a mama poop and a baby poop." And I said, "yes, or maybe it's a mama and a big brother and a little sister." He was kind of "meh" on that idea. LOL. I really don't know what goes on in his head, heh.

Also, the other day we were watching the Red Sox game and Isaac asked me where Big Papi was (that's Red Sox player David Ortiz, who happens to be a very large black man) and I said he wasn't playing at the moment. Then the screen showed another Red Sox player, who happened to be a medium-sized white man, and Isaac said, "is that Big Papi?" and I said no, and he said "No, that's not what he looks like. He has a brown face." That was the first time Isaac showed any indication of noticing that people come in different colors. I thought that was interesting too.

Never a dull moment, eh?

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[mogwar.livejournal.com]

You know, we live in Detroit and kidlet's always attended very diverse schools, and it was years before I could convince him to use "black" or "African American" to describe some of his classmates. He insisted they were brown, not any of those colors or names. Of course, then he decided that he was peach, and so for awhile there we were doing a lot of work on brown/peach race relations at our house.

(We've also had several families adopt foreign children - like his classmate from Vietnam with the little sister from Guatemala whose parents are extremely Jewish. And kidlet is always surprised when I know that these kids are adopted before anybody's had a chance to tell me. But I guess considering the vast numbers of multi-ethnic kids at his school, it's probably safest not to assume anything, including parentage, race, or ethnic identity.)