Thursday, December 8: Bake me a cake as fast as you can

Gavin and Stacy had a fight last night while I was at work. According to Stacy, she wanted him to take a bath. He did not want any part of that. Strife ensued. He cried all the way through his bath, he didn't even want any toys. Then after his bath he refused to get out of the tub. And then he wanted toys. And he wanted a bath. Except he had already had a bath. This didn't go over well with him. Stacy got him out of the tub, dried him off and wrestled him into a onesie and a diaper, which he tore off. She put a diaper on him again, snapped up the onesie, and let him cry it out in his room. After 10 minutes she came back and he was curled up in the fetal position on the chair in his room, sans diaper. He'd torn it off again, but instead of throwing it on the floor in a fit of rage, he put it back in the diaper drawer (I can't help but be a little proud of this detail). He told Stacy, "Go away. I no want you put diaper on me." So Stacy went away. When she came back again 10 minutes later, he was happy to see her. The drama wasn't over, however, as the pajamas he picked out ended up not fitting "over his fat thighs," as Stacy put it. And he didn't have the patience to play fitting room. He cried again. Then he wanted to play monster trucks, but there was no time. Then he wanted to read two books (his usual bed time routine) but there was only time for one. He wanted colors and pingüinos, which he actually picked out that morning and told me those were the books he wanted to read before bed. Counting Colors has been a long time favorite, while And Tango Makes Three is a new favorite. It's about gay penguins and is based on a true story. It's a sweet book (not the indoctrination tome that the anti-gay right suggests). He finally settled on the pingüinos and Stacy managed to get a very exhausted Gavin to bed.

Not napping was the culprit. He did not sleep at la guardería yesterday. He's been napping less and less there and occasionally not napping at home. Though he napped really well for me on Tuesday. So maybe he's starting to grow out of napping. Though, like I said, he sleeps well at home. Maybe la guardería is just too exciting.

Speaking of which, tonight is the la guardería holiday party. I told Gavin there would be cookies there and he's pretty stoked. Right now he's making a cream and pear cake. It's pretend, mind you. But he got a box of puzzles and toys in the mail from the great Claire Callow in the South Pole (a.k.a. Georgia) and he is in love with the toy cake set. I mean, he giggles as if it's a real cake. He doesn't want to put it away. Ever. Because it's always cake time now. He sings "Happy Birthday" to himself and invites you to have some cake with him. Except if you sing too he'll tell you to stop because he's already sung. Then you have to wait forever to get a slice of cake. It goes in the oven (his book case, actually. He has a really great imagination), candles and all, then it's too hot to eat. Then it's too cold. Then he wants to change the toppings. Then it'll go back in the oven. Then he'll take it out and try to slice it and he takes his sweet time with that and usually once he cuts the cake he'll tell you "don't take it" because he wants to put it back together again. Anyway, my point is, his dedication to his pastry chef craft is admirable, but if you have a real hankering for cake you'd be better off going to the store and buying your own. Unless you're the only one home with Gavin. Then you've got to stay home with him. Seriously, be responsible. Let the kid have his cake even if you can't eat it, too.