Maple Sweeties

Sadie: Dinner's ready! Here's your spot, sweetie. (She pointed to the chair next to her for Avery to sit in.)

Me: Where's your sweetie, Sadie?

Sadie: Right there. It's Avie.

Me: Where's my sweetie?

Sadie: Right here. Sadie's my sweetie.

Me: What about Daddy? Does he have a sweetie?

Sadie: It's Sadie. (She was very sure of herself.)

Me: Do you have any other sweeties?

Sadie: Uh huh! My sweetie is Santa Twause. He gave me a present.

Avery came crying to me. "I told Preston to not shake his bum at me, and he just did it MORE!" She looked intently at me, with tears in her eyes, waiting to find out what horrible punishment I would give him. What do you say to that? Other than, "I'm sorry he doesn't have very good manners," which is apparently not good enough for a seven year old girl whose life has been completely upset by a too-skinny-to-be-wobbly wagging booty...

Me: Sadie, I love you.

Sadie: Oh. I tooted.

Bill: These cookies might not taste very good?

Me: Why not?

Bill: Because I accidentally put in maple extract instead of vanilla...

I put Sadie into her crib for a nap. I knew she was tired, so I kept ignoring the yells. "I wanna stiw pway with those batteries! You stow my batteries! Give them back! Wet me out of here! Wet me out of my trib! I want those batteries back!" I finally let Avery get her out after a long time of yelling. Then I realized I had taken HER away from the pile of batteries and the wii remote, but I hadn't actually put them away and out of reach of my naughty two year old. She was happily playing with them when I found her. Not so happy when I took them away.

Ruined Castles

Me: Sadie, you can't take candy without asking.

Sadie: I just got a wittow chotowate for me. Tan you open that tandy tame for me?

Bill made chicken masala the other night. About every other bite, Sadie would say, "This is good! I wike this dinner." It's one of my favorites, too. I'm glad she likes spicy food. She fits in with the rest of the family.

I played Legos with Sadie last night. She kept telling me, "You ruined my tower!" or "You ruined my tuptate!" This morning, she has been playing by herself for the last half hour, and she is still blaming me. "You ruined my tastow, Mommy! You ruined it!" 

Preston said, "I'm probably the sickest person in the whole world!" I assured him that there are people sicker than he is. "Well, I'm at least probably the sickest person in this whole neighborhood." He's getting better, so I would guess we have a neighbor sicker than he is.

I just read about PBA, which is a condition that causes people to laugh or cry out of proportion to the situation and frequently, at inappropriate times. Many people with MS have PBA. I think I must have had this since I was a teenager. I have only seen this with laughter in myself so far, not the crying. So, when I laugh at your joke really hard, when it wasn't that funny, you know why. Also, when I laugh when someone sings a wrong note, blame MS instead of just thinking I am insensitive. Maybe my brother has PBA. You know what I'm talking about if you've seen him perform and laugh... 

A situation from last night that shows how I am inappropriate in my laughter: 

Carter: (praying last night) We thank thee that I could get my Webelos and Arrow of Light and...a bunch of other activity stuff...

Me: (kind of snorting in my attempt to not laugh out loud)

Carter: and please help me to stop laughing....

Me: (laughing harder, peek at Bill, who is not laughing, feel stupid but can't stop laughing)

Carter: and please help us to be more reverent during prayer...

Me: (still inappropriate in my laughter)

At the end, Bill looked at me like I was an idiot and a bad example to our kids. I also think it's funny when Sadie prays multiple times for "peopo" at every prayer.  And that she is loudly saying her own prayers when it's not her turn, trying to say it louder than the other person praying.

It's not as bad as a guy in the article who said he couldn't stop laughing during a funeral. Although, it sounds like something I would do and feel bad about for a long time.

I told my kids they couldn't do something, and they asked why not. I said, "Do you really have to ask why? Who's the meanest mom in the universe?" Carter said, "I have no idea," and Avery said, "I don't know." I must be slipping these days if they have forgotten. I'll have to try a little harder to earn my title back.

I had a little bit of energy, so I danced with Sadie for a few minutes. Preston told me that my bum is wobbly and that "nobody wants to see that." I'm pretty sure that he's told me I have a wobbly bum before. I guess I need a lot more dance parties to remedy the situation.

Roller Coasters and Hay Bales

I hate being late to church. I even hate when my family is late to church when I stay home. It stresses me out so much. I don't know why it is so hard to get everyone ready for church at 11:00 on Sundays when I get the kids ready for school every day by 8:00! 

I was reading Sadie a book about farm things a few minutes ago. "What's that, Sadie?" She answered, "It's a rower coaster." I told her what it really was. "Oh. It's a hay bayo?" Honest mistake. Roller coasters and hay bales have a lot in common.

Me: Sadie, where's your blanket?

Sadie: Daddy stow it! He took it to work!

Sadie brought me a toy potato. She was laughing really hard. "It's a funny poop. It wooks wike poop!" She laughed about this for about fifteen minutes this morning. *update* She actually laughed about the "potato poop" for almost an hour. 

Carter was standing by the door, watching for his ride this morning. Sadie yelled, "Tarter! Tarter, I need you! Tarter! Hurry, Tarter!" He came to her in the kitchen where she was eating her breakfast. "What do you need?" He sounded worried because of how distraught Sadie was. She told him, "I need you to det me that puzzow." 

Preston came home early because he wasn't feeling well. (Thanks for picking him up, Valerie.) He came just in time to watch Sesame Street with Sadie. "Do those two weird puppets live together? They don't even seem like they like each other." (He was talking about Bert and Ernie.) Later, Elmo said, "Dorothy is thinking about eyes, too." Preston interjected, "No, she's not! She's trying to get out of the bowl!" (The fish was ramming into the side of the bowl, so it was a valid observation.) Then, he said, "Mr. Noodle's a grown man, and he doesn't even know how to use his eyes. What an idiot." For some reason, Sesame Street just doesn't enthrall him like it used to...

Sadie's prayer for lunch: thank you for my mac and cheese. Thank you for my fork. Thank you for my water. Thank you for my penciw. Thank you for Preston's penciw. Thank you for Preston. And Tarter. And Avie. And Daddy. And Mommy. And Sadie. And puppies. And my mac and cheese. And some chocowate. Amen.