Toddler Girls Room Blue

Lisa asks…

I have a 2 year old son who is already in a twin bed and a baby girl due in feb. (boy will be 3 then.)?

I live in a bi-level house with only two bedrooms on the main floor. My husband and I are insistant on having all of us on the same level. I am struggling finding cute ways for the my toddler and my newborn to have a cute room. The room is now yellow and I would love to use purple and green on the girl side and green and blue on my sons side but there is NO twin bedding and baby bedding that compliment eachother out there. Anyone know of any? Help!

admin answers:

I would keep the yellow if I were you. It's very easy to dress up his side to be boyish and her side to be girly. And honestly green, purple and blue doesn't sound too good to me, unless it was done in pastel. Check out http://www.potterybarnkids.com/ I'm sure you'll be able to find bedding there:)

Sandra asks…

Please find 3 metaphors, 3 similes, and 2 examples of personification,?

Samantha-Ellen Robinson awoke to her alarm clock’s shrill ring, followed by a loud thunk accompanied by a sharp pain, as she bonked the top of her head against the bottom of the headboard.

Groggy, Samantha slid her feet out from under the cozy fleece quilt and onto the embroidered rug. As she slipped her ten toes, sporting baby-blue nail polish, deep into the puffy warmth of her bunny slippers, Samantha accidentally caught a glimpse of her alarm clock. She leaped up into the brisk November morning, hardly noticing the chattering of her teeth, leaving the cocoon of her blanket behind.

“Nine o’clock!” Samantha gasped. “Nine o’clock! I’m late for school! Oh, no no no no NO!”

In one spectacular leap—usually reserved for acrobats, not pre-teen girls—Samantha managed to fly across the room, seize a pair of leggings and a T-shirt, and have one sneaker halfway on by the time she catapulted herself through the door. Samantha jammed her left foot into the other Adida and ran. She sped across the landing, upsetting her two-year-old brother, Johnny, who had been standing there sucking his thumb and rubbing his eyes, so that he tumbled over onto his diapered bottom.

“Thamantha,” he whined, attempting to stand back up, “Thamantha … wait.”

“No time,” she panted, hopping onto the banister. As she slid down towards the center foyer, the wind rushed past her ears and her stomach cringed. The image of Dad percolating coffee and Mom scrambling eggs grew larger and larger until, with a last sickening thump, she landed on the floor beside the kitchen archway.

“My, my,” Mom chided, “aren’t we in a hurry this morning?”

“Uh, huh,” Samantha wheezed, half out the door. Sprinting across the driveway, she could still hear her father shouting, “Samanthaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa …”

Samantha paid him no mind, and soon she was pounding along the sidewalk, panting and gasping and racing like she never had before.

“I’m never late!” she cried inwardly, “I’m never late! I’ll get detention! I’ll get suspended! I’ll get expelled! Ohh, how did I manage to press the snooze button so many times?”

With every fall of her feet, her stomach did a backflip and her gut churned. “Oh, only let this be a dream,” she begged, “and I’ll never be late again.”

And then, the red brick building, looming in the distance, was coming closer. And then she was up on its steps. And then she was pounding on the doors and hollering, “Let me in! I’m late, I’m late!” She looked up at the windows in despair. “They even locked the doors on me!”

And then Ruby Samson, passing by, stopped to stare at Samantha, puzzled and confused. And then Ruby was taking Samantha back from the steps, and saying, like one might say to a troubled toddler, “You’re not late, Samantha. It’s Saturday!”

admin answers:

Stomach did a backflip
Her stomach cringed
the cocoon of her blanket
saying like one might say to a troubled toddler

Linda asks…

Dream about riding a bicycle, being followed?

In real life, I kind of have a pedophile after me (don't worry, I have the authorities on it). I get very worried at times that he'll figure out where I live and do something (he's not mentally balanced). Last night, I found out he was going to a party right by where my house is, and I got worried. I have a friend who I have feelings for, but he only goes for popular girls. I like him a lot, but because I've been hurt in the past by him, I'm worried about letting him in again. Here goes.

In my dream, I was bored, so I wrote on my Facebook asking if anyone wanted to draw anything with me. I then decided to take my bicycle and ride around the neighborhood. As I looked out the window in my living room, I saw two things: one, it was dark and rainy, and two, there was someone in the house across the street looking at me. I got scared, knowing it was the pedophile, so I took my bike and ran outside, trying to get away very quickly.

I was riding my bike and made it onto the second block away from my house, but I was going too fast on the rain, and I tried to slow down. My speed was shaky, and I saw some parents and their toddler children (all female) walking. I couldn't slow down, but they moved out of my way. One child persisted in following me, asking me things about the world, but I was just focused on getting away from the pedophile.

I turned the corner, but slid off the pavement. I regained my speed and picked myself up again. Then, a police car drove up and said that we, as minors, weren't allowed to drive where we were. I remembered that, in another dream, my mom had called and said that the pedophile lived in this area of the neighborhood, so the police were trying to protect us. I glanced up at where I remembered his house being in another dream, and it was still there: a looming, baby blue building with all the lights off.

I drove away, trying to lose the little girl. I made it home and ran up my stairs and opened my door. I made it inside, bringing my bike in with me, and began to lock my door (in the dream, I had many, many locks). As I was doing that, though, I heard a knock on the door. I walked over to my living room window and looked out, seeing it was the boy I liked, and he was here to draw something with me. I started to unlock my door in a frenzy, and he walked inside. I explained myself, and he laughed and said it was fine.

He stayed silent the entire time. I opened my laptop to get out the new drawing software I had, but when I turned around, the door was just closing and he had left.

What does this mean?

admin answers:

Last night, I found out he was going to a party right by where my house is, and I got worried. I have a friend who I have feelings for, but he only goes for popular girls.

Once you wrote that, I lost interest.

Peace.

Donald asks…

What does this dream mean? I've searched a million times for an answer!!?

Okay so a few nights ago i'm dreaming. I was looking for my husband and my daughter all over the place, and I couldn't find them anywhere. I was literally calling everyone I could think of. There were these men outside waiting for Armando to get home. And they were harassing everyone out there, terrorizing them. Shooting at people, and calling them names. I was hiding in my house with the lights off so they wouldn't think anyone was home. I was in Audrey's room which had a crib in it and I don't know why it did, given Audrey is a toddler at the age of 4. Armando and Audrey show up, out of the blue. And he is ranting and raving about going to the store to get something, i'm begging and pleading with him not to go. He wouldn't listen to me and he went out the door. These men saw him and I run out the door. The men grab him and point a gun to his head. I'm screaming at them at the top of my lungs for them not to do it and they wouldn't listen. They pulled the trigger and shot him in the head. I remember exactly what he was wearing. His brown athletic suit and he fell to the ground just laying there limp and dead. I started screaming and then I woke up. I didn't even have time in my dream to cry or anything. I woke up frightened. I grabbed a hold of Armando tightly, and wouldn't let go. I couldn't breathe and I was shaking almost in tears. What does this mean? Why did I have it?? Everytime Armando leaves the house now I get scared, and worried. And if he's at least a little bit late, I freak out thinking something has happened to him. Last night I had another dream about someone shooting. Armando wasn't in that one. I was friends with a bunch of preppy girls, which would never happen!! And this guy came in and started shooting random people. One girl was in it though, that lives in my complex, who I don't talk to. She's in High School. And this guy shot the owner of the store too. I don't know why i'm having these dreams. Although, that one didn't upset me like the one about Armando. I don't know what it means, and I don't want him gone or anything like that!! We've only been married like not even 2 months. I just want to know what it means, and I can't find the meaning anywhere!!!

admin answers:

It means that you are deeply afraid of losing him.

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