My 5 year old decided she wanted to write a book yesterday. She wanted it to be a collection of stories about animals. So, she asked if I would write what she said up on our dry erase board so that she could copy them into her book.
Here is what she said:
I have to wonder how many different ways a cat licks. They all look the same to me.
And I always thought dogs had better hearing than cats. It appears in her book dogs are only good at eating.
I remember when my son was in kindergarten he came home and told me he asked a girl in his class to marry him. “What did she say?” I responded. “No. So I told her,why don’t we wait till we are older to decide.” I cautioned him that should he ever want to propose again, he should talk to us first and then talk to the girls parents first.
I remember this so vividly b/c I knew, I knew there would come a day when he would balk at such a discussion.
And apparently that day fell somewhere in the third grade. I don’t remember when, but sometime this year, kissing and girls and love and marriage all became totally disgusting to him. Watching Mom or Dad give each other a quick peck is one of the most horrible, grossest sights known to man…. or at least this 8 year old man.
And I know, just like I knew back in kindergarten that it won’t be like this forever.
However, his little sister doesn’t know this.
One night as she was getting ready for bed she started crying and said, “Oh Mommy what are we going to do? What will “my brother” do if he’s all alone with no one to love him? If he never gets married, who will he have to love him and be with him?” I assured my tearful 5 year old that if he decides to never get married, he’ll still have us. He won’t be all alone b/c we will still love and care for him.
Then this weekend at my parents I heard her telling my Dad how her brother “is never going to get married b/c he doesn’t want to kiss…But, I definitely do want to get married!” To which my dad reiterated that neither of them needed to worry about getting married right now.
EEEK! I can just tell this girl is going to give me trouble.
Scott has been a huge help and support to me this week… taking time off of work so I can rest up (apparently surgery takes more out of you, then you anticipate)… driving the kids to their activities, helping with school, and meals and cleaning up… So, today, I thought I’d show my appreciation and wear my “My Husband Rocks” tee shirt.
My 7 year old looked at my shirt, read it aloud and said, “So, why did you wear that today?” I told her I just wanted to say thanks to Daddy for all his help this week while I was healing.
Hmmmm. she replied, “So, why don’t you have a ‘My Kids Rock’ tee shirt?”
This afternoon I was finishing up in the shower, when my youngest walked into the bathroom. I told him, “Hold on bud, Momma’ just needs a minute. Can you give me some privacy?”
No Mommy. I can’t. I can’t find your pivacy.
Neither can I…. going on 9 years now since I lost it.
The youngest circus member is 2 and a half now. (HOW CAN THAT BE?) And I have to tell you he makes me laugh. EVERY.SINGLE.DAY with the cute little things he says, the WAY he says them and those precious little facial expressions. He totally has my heart.
He still LOVES choo-choos. Plays with them every day. He has also recently started enjoying Sesame Street…particularly Elmo (who he affectionately calls Emo) (like Nemo only no N)
He loves to run around the circle on our main level… many, many times a day he will run laps around that circle then come to me and say “faster and faster?” He’ll wait with these precious expectant eyes for me to say “yes, faster and faster” and he’ll take off running again.
Yesterday when the kids were doing school at the table, he happily colored beside them. Then he walked over and handed me his paper and said, “I’m done my math Mommy.”
The big kids were playing Rock, Paper Scissors, Shoot… the other day in the car when he too chimed in with “Wrapping Paper Shoot!”
But, by far the most precious thing he’s said to me recently was last night when I was changing his diaper (yea… that potty train took a big LONG stop back in November and he hasn’t hopped back aboard yet)… as I was changing his diaper and he was fussing and I admit I was a bit grumpy, I said to him, “Ya know, your not a baby in a more. You don’t need diapers, you’re a big boy and can go on the potty.” His response melted me. “I not a baby?” he asked. "No, you’re a big boy,” I responded. And then, no lie, he said,
“No Momma I your baby”
Ok… he had me hook, line and sinker… he can just stay my little baby forever.
I’ve written before about the crazy places and positions I’ve found my kids sleeping in. It appears child number 4 is no exception to the random sleeping locations of the circus crew.
Last night, when I went upstairs for bed, I found him asleep in his door way like this.
Today at nap time, I again went up the stairs to find him out of his room.
It appears he’s taken a preference for sleeping in the hallway/landing area of our home. Because, really when you want comfort, who doesn’t think Berber carpet?
I feared however, this would prove a problem when his sister came out of her room before he was ready to wake from his nap, so I moved him back to his bed before it was too late. Thankfully, my timing was pretty good as he stirred slightly and settled back to sleep.