Big G received a Pillow Pet for his birthday (Snuggly Puppy, in case you’re wondering). If you don’t want to click on the link, here’s a summary: It’s a pillow. It’s a pet. It’s a Pillow Pet! (If your kids watch Nickelodeon or Sprout regularly, I bet that song is now stuck in your head.)
Snuggly Puppy is very cuddly. Behold:
Snuggly Puppy inspires heart-melting moments. This afternoon, Little G awoke from his nap in a very bad mood, so Big G gave him Snuggly Puppy to help him feel better.
Snuggly Puppy is also the source of much contention. The boys share sleeping space (their choice, not mine) and Little G is not well-pleased that he doesn’t get the Pillow Pet. Tonight he tried to steal it from under a sleeping Big G’s head, all the while yelling, “Mine! Mine!”
In an attempt to circumvent such problems, we deeded one of Big G’s stuffed animals–a very soft gorilla–to Little G. He likes to cuddle with it and make it his pillow. It’s all very cute. Really. It is not, however, the point of this post. (Yes, there’s a point.)
Little G has a serious aversion to sleep. I don’t really understand it, because sleep is my very best friend. As best I can tell, he’s terribly concerned he might miss something life-changing if he nods off, and to that end, he will crawl, chatter, hug, play, and do anything else he can think of to avoid falling asleep.
Tonight’s bedtime diversion involved stuffed animals. Little G picked up the gorilla and Al (the Wells Fargo stuffed horse) and held them above his head. He smooshed their heads together like they were kissing. He made them dance around. He jabbered away like the gorilla and horse were conversing. All this was interspersed with the same repetitive phrase: “Mom! Dad! Mom! Dad!”
No, he wasn’t calling for us. As best I could tell, the gorilla and horse were mom and dad.
This begs the question: which am I, the gorilla or the horse? I can’t decide which I’d prefer. I mean, horses are obviously sleek and pretty and all, but gorillas are fierce.
As I was typing “the gorillas are fierce” I suddenly remembered a trip to the zoo with my sister-in-law and the kids. We got to the gorilla habitat, and there sat a large, majestic gorilla…eating his own poop.
I think I’ll be the horse.