Yes, my life has changed drastically. I went from an Amin Assistant to a SAHM having poop discussions with a 3 year old. Classy.
"Courage is being scared to death and saddling up anyway." - J. Wayne
"What if I fall?" Oh but my darling, what if you fly?
He is so proud of himself.
You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem and smarter than you think.
Well honey, if you want to do that, you need to go to your room, the living room is not the place for that.
And off he went to his room.
We hardly even notice. Except when DS4 disappears, then bursts into the living room wearing nothing, yelling "Hello, Naked!"
This is especially charming when we have company.
Mostly it's just their godmother, though, who responds with alarm every time (which is doubtless why he does it). Then his brother strips down and they launch themselves onto her to give her hugs.
2 DSs, ages 8 and 6
First time I ever heard #2 quantified in financial terms.
Oh, the dentist thought she was so cute, he gave her a toy, and let her take a book home too.
No, he was trying to keep her happy so she wouldn't kick him in the penis. He clearly understood that this little girl was dangerous.
DD (3) and DS (21 mon) keep me on my toes. DD will throw the biggest tantrum if you don't allow her to help with dishes, mop or sweep floors... I have a little maid in the making.
DS has decided wearing pants just isn't for him. At least he'll take them off them bring them to me with a "here ya go". DD hates socks and hides them around the house...
This morning, he was in my bed, I was asleep, and then I hear...
"Hi Mr. Happy Spider"
Now my eyes are open
"You like to come see me"
I start looking for spider
"You can be friends with me"
Spider spotted. On my ceiling. It's huge and looks very menacing. Like a wolf spider.
I jump out of bed, sneak past the spider to get to the door, and return with the vacuum. Which I use to suck up the spider.
DS looks at me like I've just shot the puppy.
"Where'd Happy Spider go mommy?"
"He's in the vacuum DS, it's his new house."
"But now I can't talk to him"
There's tears in his eyes at this point, and I'm trying not to gag
"How about we go talk to your puppy"
But he hasn't shushed about that damn spider all morning.
The poisonous ones (here we get Hobo spiders and black widows) have to go, but the good ones either stay if they have a web up in the corner and we're having flies and mosquitoes (spring and summer here, yuck) or Daddy puts them outside.
So they'll come to me with, "Dada! A spider!" We'll look at it, I'll get a cup and piece of paper and catch it, they'll look at it up close, then watch me put them in the rose bushes (which are the meanest, thorniest things ever, so I know the kids will keep away from them).
I grew up in Houston, where spiders are truly a good thing. We have to spray OFF! on ourselves just to go from my parents' house to the car, or we are covered with bites! I prefer the spiders get a good meal, not the mosquitoes
two nights ago, she got up to go potty and had to come wake me up to tell me. she came in wearing the extra diaper genie ring of bags that i still have in her cupboard...on her head. so proud...she told me it was her crown and she was the "diaper garbage princess."
life must be rich and full of loving--it's no good otherwise, no good at all, for anyone - j. kerouac
DS was in the bathroom and the sink was running. For a long time. Mr. Aubrie walks down the hall and I hear, "What do you think you're doing? Turn the water off, get your clothes back on, and get out of the bathroom."
I'm not even gonna ask. I don't wanna know. Ignorance is bliss.
I turned around and looked at her my DS looks at me, looks at her, and bursts into maniacal giggles.
Crisis averted. No mermaids tonight.
"You have to stop crying otherwise you will turn into a mermaid forever. Do you want to be a mermaid forEVER!?"
OMG can I use this?
Except he didn't say "effing". He used the real word.
I sat there in shock for a minute and then managed to croak out "What?" He repeated it, to which I interrupted and explained that that was a VERY bad word and that he shouldn'tsay that again. He apologized and said okay and went back to playing.
Geez. I know I have a potty mouth, but that's a word we're very careful about. If my kid says "Son of a bitch!" well, that's totally my fault. But this? Ugh. I love daycare.