If I don't know where Sadie is, she is usually happily cleaning my kitchen floor.
I was just looking at a fall magazine while I ate my breakfast, and I thought, "Am I the only person who doesn't like the way wreaths look?"
We saw a sign yesterday saying, "Del Taco, coming soon!" How is that place still in business, let alone opening new ones all over the place? I am not a Del Taco expert, but the two or three times I have eaten there, it has been really gross. Really REALLY gross. Maybe we just had bad luck and it's not usually that bad?
As I dropped the kids off at school today, Preston said, "Mom, can you please come inside this morning." I replied that I didn't really want to go inside in my pajamas. "But Mom, I really want to show Sadie the tarantula!"
Gross.
My kids seem genuinely surprised when I don't know the answers to their questions. "Mom, what's the difference between a storm trooper and a clone?" I have no idea. "Mom, how does the microwave work?" Ask Daddy. "Mom, what does Sadie dream about?" No idea. "Mom, how does some people's hair curl?" Don't know. "Mom, how will that lady fit through that door?" Not polite, no idea. "Mom, what's a google?" Ask Daddy. "Mom, what will Sadie's first word be?" Probably mama or dada or ball or something like that. "But WHICH one will it be?" No idea.
I think she did say mama a few times. And more. And button. And wee-wee-wee. (But it's still early and hard to tell if she actually is saying words or just babbling.)
Avery has been practicing fixing hair lately. It is cute. Her hair is not quite as cute....
Tuesday, September 4, 2012
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
Castle Toys
I can't believe how quickly I have forgotten what four-year-old kids are like. Four-year-old BOYS....
A few of the things said to me today while I was watching my friend's kids:
I have castle toys at my house.
(After I told him how big he was getting.) I'm not a big kid yet. I'm just a little kid.
Hey! You have castle toys! Do you have little kids, too?
Hey! I can see your undies! (When I bent to change Sadie's diaper.)
I can't see your undies anymore. Did you pull them up?
Let's make these cows fly!
I'm a burping monster. (Then he proves it.)
You're a toilet.
Where did you put my castle guy?
You're a poo-poo.
I'm not a burping monster. YOU'RE a burping monster. (I did not do anything to deserve the name.)
Poo. Poo is funny.
Ghost Baby is taking a nap, so you can't keep screaming. (He kept starting the swing with nothing in it except for "Ghost Baby". Also, I had just told him that Sadie was sleeping and that he couldn't scream.)
Watch me make these cows fly! (He threw them for half an hour without getting bored of his invented cow flying game. And he wanted me to watch every single time.)
Whose toy is that? (About every single toy we have... And we have four kids, and they all have lots of toys....)
Your baby doesn't know how to do anything. MY baby can walk and eat things.
Hey! Your baby said "mama". That's what my baby says, too!
Can I stay at your house and play with your castle toys?
Can I have some of your snacks?
(And when it was time to go.) Mom, can I come back to Melissa's house next week?
Well, at least I have some dealing-with-little-kid skills left...
Or castle toys...
A few of the things said to me today while I was watching my friend's kids:
I have castle toys at my house.
(After I told him how big he was getting.) I'm not a big kid yet. I'm just a little kid.
Hey! You have castle toys! Do you have little kids, too?
Hey! I can see your undies! (When I bent to change Sadie's diaper.)
I can't see your undies anymore. Did you pull them up?
Let's make these cows fly!
I'm a burping monster. (Then he proves it.)
You're a toilet.
Where did you put my castle guy?
You're a poo-poo.
I'm not a burping monster. YOU'RE a burping monster. (I did not do anything to deserve the name.)
Poo. Poo is funny.
Ghost Baby is taking a nap, so you can't keep screaming. (He kept starting the swing with nothing in it except for "Ghost Baby". Also, I had just told him that Sadie was sleeping and that he couldn't scream.)
Watch me make these cows fly! (He threw them for half an hour without getting bored of his invented cow flying game. And he wanted me to watch every single time.)
Whose toy is that? (About every single toy we have... And we have four kids, and they all have lots of toys....)
Your baby doesn't know how to do anything. MY baby can walk and eat things.
Hey! Your baby said "mama". That's what my baby says, too!
Can I stay at your house and play with your castle toys?
Can I have some of your snacks?
(And when it was time to go.) Mom, can I come back to Melissa's house next week?
Well, at least I have some dealing-with-little-kid skills left...
Or castle toys...
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
Lady of Quality
Preston: Mommy, what was your favorite song when you were little? Was it Mary Had a Little Lamb?
Me: No.
Preston: Oh, because it wasn't invented yet when you were little?
Avery: (laughing at the ridiculousness of what he just said) Of course it was invented! It was invented as soon as lambs were born!
As I was reading the book Lady of Quality by Georgette Heyer last night, I realized that I was at that moment a lady of quality. Because the box for my fries that Bill got me from Wendy's said they were quality fries for quality people.
My cute mom: (seeing a listless guy sitting on the side of the road) Do you think that guy needs help, or do you think he's faking?
My observant sister: Well, he has no feet....
I don't think the conjugation is correct, but my nine-year-old son keeps saying, "Scusi, natiche emettere gas." You can look it up on google translator.
I can't decide if he is annoying or funny. Maybe both.
Me: No.
Preston: Oh, because it wasn't invented yet when you were little?
Avery: (laughing at the ridiculousness of what he just said) Of course it was invented! It was invented as soon as lambs were born!
As I was reading the book Lady of Quality by Georgette Heyer last night, I realized that I was at that moment a lady of quality. Because the box for my fries that Bill got me from Wendy's said they were quality fries for quality people.
My cute mom: (seeing a listless guy sitting on the side of the road) Do you think that guy needs help, or do you think he's faking?
My observant sister: Well, he has no feet....
I don't think the conjugation is correct, but my nine-year-old son keeps saying, "Scusi, natiche emettere gas." You can look it up on google translator.
I can't decide if he is annoying or funny. Maybe both.
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