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April 22, 2013

The Noodler

Filed under: Family, Motherhood, Personal — Tags: , — llcall @ 10:23 pm

I’m writing again, guys! Once I started pushing through, it got easier (though not easy) and more cathartic. I told Neal to remind me of that the next time I tell him I want to quit blogging. On Friday I spent a solid 5 hours on my adoption update post — but it’s still not done. (If that seems excessive, I direct you to my favorite quote about writing: “How can I tell what I think till I see what I say?” At one point I think I wrote about 5 sentences in an hour, but by the end, I was sure it was a representation of what I think and how I feel and that felt really good.) I’ve got a Life Writing class this week, so I’m taking a little break from adoption talk and trying to work on that piece about body image.

Which is all unrelated to this, but I found it while searching through old drafts. When Addison was younger, she was most often The Rod — it’s entirely possible that her little body was too small to even do a proper Twister. But now The Noodler seems to be her bag. She thinks it’s hilarious to go so limp that I can’t position her anywhere. The thing is, it is kind of hilarious. God bless toddlers.

From The World According to Toddlers

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5 Comments »

  1. That’s a great comic! And good for you being able to laugh at the situation while you’re still in it. To me, that means you are able to appreciate it and enjoy it even though it might leave you wanting to tear your hair out(today has been one of those for me). As my kids get older and older and older( 7 and 15 – where has the time gone) I’m so glad I have been able to appreciate them in every stage of life.

    Comment by Enelo — April 22, 2013 @ 11:05 pm

    • It’s good to remember that you can both appreciate every stage and want to tear your hair out!

      Comment by llcall — April 27, 2013 @ 4:01 pm

  2. Oh, one of my little brothers (14 years younger than me) was an expert noodle. And not just in the car seat—any time and place he didn’t want to go anywhere. Which was every where, all the time. You’d try to pick him up and he’d lift his arms straight in the air and just slide down to the floor in a heap. So frustrating!

    Comment by Victoria — April 23, 2013 @ 5:36 pm

    • Have you read Mo Willems’ “Knuffle Bunny”? He calls it “going boneless”! Great description!

      Comment by llcall — April 27, 2013 @ 3:59 pm

  3. No I haven’t read it, but I need to!

    Comment by Victoria — April 28, 2013 @ 5:24 pm


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