The Way to Play

During the weeks that Jaggar was up all night long, I was pretty useless. When the mornings came and Sage was off to school, I would take Jaggar back upstairs to my room. I would bring toys in and then just get back in the bed. I never went into a deep, dead to the world sleep (not that I've done that in over 7 years now anyway), but I needed SOME kind of rest again to make it through the day. These days are getting better. He's not up all night. He just made his usual 7am waking time to now be before 6 am. It's not preferable, but it's definitely doable. Sage was like that as a BABY...not an almost 3 year old. Anyway, what I'm saying is, I'm not laying in the bed until 11 am anymore. :) We go downstairs and watch the big TV and play. And this is how he plays. Instead of putting his smurfs (or Rudolph toys or Tangled toys) on my nightstand, they go ALL over the family room floor.

Strategically placed, Papa Smurf watches over the group. During that hellacious time of Jaggar not sleeping, someone suggested that maybe he had some toys or something in his room that opened the door to the demonic realm. Yes. I said that to Travis and he said that if he had anything to do that, it was his Smurfs. Then he went on to say that "Gargamel," the bad guy in that is the name of an actual demon, per some preacher in the 90s. I asked Travis if this demon had personally introduced itself to him. I'm sorry, I know the smurfs are a little weird. And it's not my favorite. But I grew up watching Ghostbusters. It was my favorite movie. As a child, I never even realized what it was about until I watched it as an adult. I still like it though, but I'm not showing it to my kids. But Jaggar LOVES his Smurf toys. And I wasn't about to take them away because I remember loving Disney movies, and someone was always trying to point out what demon was in every movie I loved: Lion King, Little Mermaid, Aladdin...on and on. Bottom line: You can find whatever you are looking for. My kids love to play with the smurfs. I'm going to let them.

I guess I should address the fact that he doesn't have pants on, even though I don't even notice. Now that he's potty trained, he can take his clothes OFF, but has a hard time getting them back on.

He wanted a picture to be taken of Papa Smurf.

But his favorite remains to be Smurfette. We are all "Smurfette," by the way. He says, "Mommy, are you Smurfette?" If I say no, he will say, "Yes, you are." When I say, "Come on, Jaggar, let's go!" He says, "I Smurfette." I tell him to wake Sage up for school (a joy in his life), and I heard him say, "Come on, Smurfette." Daddy is Smurfette. Sage is Smurfette. Jaggar is Smurfette. And I am Smurfette.

Speaking of that Daddy, he FINALLY got home Monday evening. That was a LOOONG 5 days, let me tell ya. I don't think I could handle a full time life that way where he was constantly on the road, and I know my kids couldn't. Or it could be the other way around: Kids probably couldn't. I know I couldn't. He's covering up a zit on his chin here. My fortune overtook him.