I clamped my hand over his mouth and took him inside where I explained, quietly, that all people are different and some have lots of hair and some don't have any hair.
I know it's probably not a surprise to G's daddy that he doesn't have hair, but c'mon!
You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem and smarter than you think.
He asked how old we were going to be. I told him 36.
"Wow! That's close to a hundred, right?"
Um, no. But thanks.
Ok so the other day IASS asks DD3.5 "How does peanut butter and Jelly sound?" DD replied "I dunno daddy tell me" while I know she was serious I couldn't help but take pride in her potential smart assness. She's making momma proud.
Today we were out shopping for my nephew's birthday. I showed DS3 some dinosaur gizmos and asked if this was something he would like for his birthday. He shook his head no. Then says very seriously, "I don't want it for my birthday. I want it right now."
"Courage is being scared to death and saddling up anyway." - J. Wayne
"What if I fall?" Oh but my darling, what if you fly?
Then I'll be able to add stuff again too. lol
*I pour his drink and set it on the counter.*
DS3: There we go. You're such a nice girl!!!
DS3: There we go. You're such a nice girl!!!
I want to say that toddlers are not deliberately condescending, but MINE is so.....
I don't even know where to start with today.
Maybe I should begin with 7.30am when I heard a weird CREAKING noise coming from his room. I didnt know what the noise was but I knew it was something NOT RIGHT so I threw myself out of bed and raced in there.
It was the bookcase, swaying. With a 2 and a bit yr old PERCHED on the top, wearing nothing but a singlet.
"Eeelooooo Mama" he says, all nonchalant and happy with himself...
And because I am having my LAST AND FINAL EVER IVF egg-pick up in the morning and there are still groceries sitting on the kitchen counter, I wont go into the other 5 dastardly deeds that occured, I will just finish with his very final act of treachery for the day.
I am lying on the couch with my ovaries EXPLODING in my tummy and he is watching Shrek at my feet. Next think he slithers off the couch and says "Deeeeeeenk Mama" He has a drink of water sitting in his little playroom right next to the lounge room and the door is open so I can see the low table with the drink on it. Ok, no worries, he is going to get his drink.
2 minutes later I realise it is a)to quiet and b)to long for him to just be getting his "deeeeeeenk" of water. I roll off the couch and stagger into the playroom.
There he is, naked from the waist down AGAIN, with an almost empty bottle of steak sauce. Steak sauce all over the table, carpet, Mr 2 and a bit, wall, ranch-slider ... "Eeeeelooooo Mama, dink!" says he.
Thanks for leaving STEAK SAUCE in a PLAYROOM Daddy!
(Wish me luck on my EPU guys)
[This message edited by sammie at 8:40 AM, August 2nd (Thursday)]
"The world breaks everyone and afterward many are strong at the broken places." ~Ernest Hemingway
DS3 was sick yesterday. Started vomiting at 4:30am.
He drank his Pedialyte faithfully, then promptly threw it all up. Over and over. Towards afternoon his stomach finally settled and he was able to keep things down.
He didn't want anything but fruit (no sugar added) bars. When Mr. Aubrie got home, DS announced, "Daddy! Mommy let me have free (3) popsicles!"
Popsicles cure everything.
I experienced multiple heart attacks as I drove my pugs to the vet, DD safely at home with her daddy.
Every time I turned my head to smile at her startlingly empty carseat, I'd panic at her absence.
I did it three times in a ten minute drive. THREE!!
[This message edited by Jrazz at 12:08 AM, August 11th (Saturday)]
My mom is 10 years old.
She has green eyes. She likes butter shoes.
Her weight is 60 pounds and she's 2 feet tall. She has black hair.
Mom prays a bunch of times a day. I think she wears size 50 games shoes.
My favorite book mom reads to me is a big shark book.
My favorite thing to do with my mom is play duck.
If I could do one thing for my mom it would be, clean my room up a bunch of times. (Never happens. Ever.)
Here's the one from Father's Day.
When God made my dad, He made him out of a big piece of steel, it was big! I'm not kidding!
He married my mom because, and that's ok if he married her.
He is 7 years old and is way up like a giant and weighs 50 pounds. He has black hair and brown eyes. He works at a hospital store. He prays a bunch.
I like to play dinosaurs and cars with him. We put alot of gas in that Bronco we have and I'm not kidding!
We went to the zoo and saw dinosaurs and they spit at people, I'm not kidding!
I love you Daddy!
"And that's the end of that story. Okay?"
Okay, kid. Thanks for the heads up.
(((mamma3 kids)))) I wasn't lucky enough to be able to stay home with my d2 after she was 3 months old (my mom watched her so I felt "safe") but I remember how awful I felt once I had to go back to work. I can only imagine how much worse it can feel if you've been a SAHM...... it gets better, you still miss em but you don't feel horrible for leaving...
Now my mom wants to take d2 out of the country to visit family for a month.....I don't know if I can do that....and of course my husband said no, but when my mom asked him , he said " it's up to booboo!" Gee thanks lol
I almost had to walk out because of the giggles. Priorities y'all. The girl's got 'em.
Last night, he was giving me a hard time about going to bed. I told him if he didn't get into bed, I'd have to pick him up and put him there. He ran past me, muttering "If you aren't nicer to me, I'll find another parent to be my parent at the picnic."
Can I pay someone else to be his parent?