One More Minute

"Just one more minute!"  This is said with her finger held up, and a gleam in her eye, as my little one tries to finagle more time.  She'll also demand "twenty more minutes".  As I said yesterday, this must all be part of Toddler Time.  She has no idea what time is, except in context of her favorite shows.  Somehow, she often knows what will be on next (clearly, a sign of too much tv watching).  Today I needed to do something at the bank.  The representative was very nice to give her some paper to go with the crayon the Babe lifted from a table in the lobby.  When I finished, the Babe informed me that she needed one more minute.  Kindly, the banker gave the Babe some more paper and a pencil to take with so the Babe could continue her "work".

From the bank, we then went to the post office, and lastly the Bookmobile.  Yes, the joys of being a stay-at-home Mom.  I feel very accomplished today for running one hours worth of errands because it meant three times getting the Babe in and out of her carseat. 

As previously mentioned, I will not take the Babe to the library any time soon.  However, the Bookmobile is safe on occasion because there is limited place for her to maneuver (although plenty to get into).  So today, she decided she wanted to read.  She sat on a padded step that is meant to reach higher shelves, grabbed a paperback, and proceeded to entertain the very nice librarian.  She started to read to him, "once upon a time, there was a little ghost".  Don't know where the ghost came from.  Usually, if she tells a story, its "once upon a time there was a little mommy".   Then, she opted to remove the books and make a nice stack in front of the librarian.   While I was done within minutes, the Babe wasn't.  One more minute somehow morphed into fifteen.  Luckily, no one else was on the Bookmobile, so they seemed to not mind the entertainment. The Bookmobile had to leave very soon thereafter, and the Babe finally (I really don't know how) agreed to leave. 

While I can't always indulge her in "one more minute", we did take the time to appreciate the tulips blooming outside the post office, and at each of our stops there were no tears because I gave her time to leave at her own pace.  So far, today has been a good day!