My Hammer

This one is old. But, it still makes me laugh, so here it goes.

I'm tucking Amelia in for bedtime and giving her one last kiss. She hugs me tight and I kiss her for the last time (she gets lots of "last" kisses). As I walk out of the room, she sits up in her bed and exclaims "OH NO! My hammer!" Puzzled, I offer her every stuffed animal she has ever shown interest in and a few others. I try the plastic hammer from the toy box. No dice. Finally, I stick my head out into the hall and ask for reinforcement....which is when John informs me I should be looking for her tiny LEMUR toy from the zoo this summer*.

The smile on her face when presented with the "hammer" says it all.


*This is another post in of itself, but working part time has really stepped up John's Daddy game**. Several nights a week he has the kids on his own at bed time which has had some really wonderful side effects. Such as, being able to understand what our daughter wants better than her own mother.

**This is not to say he wasn't doing a good job before. He was great. Now he is awesome.