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long child listening.
normally in the mornings, john only wants to "sit on the couch. watch elmo." sometimes that's exactly what we do. sometimes we don't have time. sometimes i tell him no and encourage other more active play first thing in the morning.

this morning, john wanted to go to the living room, but he made it very clear that he did NOT want to sit on the couch and watch elmo. i couldn't quite figure out what it was he wanted, until he pulled out the dining room chair and pulled himself up onto it. he pointed at the table and said, "watch predibles." 

see, last night we were testing out a portable dvd player one of my husband's coworkers was kind enough to lend us to see if we could use it for some upcoming travel. the dvd we used to test it out was the incredibles, which john translates to "the predibles." he'd sat in that chair before bed last night watching a little bit of the movie.

being the opportunistic mommy that i am, i asked john this morning if he wanted to be able to listen to the incredibles, and he said yes. so i grabbed some headphones, plugged them in, and for the first time EVER he voluntarily left them on his head so he could hear. this might not seem like much ... but we just ordered some kid-friendly headphones for him that we weren't sure he would use. and since one leg of our travels is going to be a six-hour flight to vancouver, the ability to watch the predibles with headphones on will ease the pain QUITE a lot.

and *that* is our little victory for the day.

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