Drew: I have an evil friend.
Me: An evil friend?
Drew: Yep. An evil friend that is sitting beside you while you drive. He's in your bag.
Me: What does evil mean?
Drew: You know, like I can only see him.
Me: Oh! You mean imaginary!
Drew: Yeah, imaginary.
Me: what's his name?
Drew: Doodle. That's why I always say, 'doodle, doodle, doodle'.
Me: What does he look like?
Drew: He is a boy who wears a red coat down to his feet and nothing else. He doesn't even wear underwear. Only a read coat and that's all.
Me: Hm. Does he have hair?
Drew: Nope. He's bald. He doesn't even have the tiny hairs on his arms. Have you seen the tiny hairs on peoples arms? He is bald and only wears a red coat. It gets pretty stinky because he doesn't take it off to wash it. He can't take it off because then he would be naked.
Me: oh, wow.
Drew: He stinks. Can you smell him?
Monday, February 27, 2012
Monday, February 20, 2012
Drew? Is that you?
Dear Drew,
What has happened? What have you done with the sweet, compliant, helpful, darling little boy? The boy that would listen to the word no. The boy that followed directions on the first instruction? The boy whose biggest weekness was a little grumpiness from lack of sleep or that he wanted to snuggle with his mom a little too often? I miss that boy.
Today you woke up on the wrong side of the bed. You were immediately argumentative and drug your feet with my every request. You managed to take your bath (that you had been needing for two days). You ate your breakfast without whining too much...but you did announce several times that you would not be attending school today. I did not engage in your arguments, but I did become extremely annoyed with your behavior.
I had planned on forcing you to take a nap this afternoon. I was met with so much resistance that I gave up the fight. Lily was home sick and I decided I might rather you just go to bed early, rather than take a short nap and then wake up grumpy 45 minutes later (which is your new habit when the nap is forced). I announced to you and the girls that there were no naps today and went about my afternoon.
So, the following stories are how you repaid me for your free time this afternoon:
I went upstairs to make a phone call while you and Julianna were quietly drinking a glass of water. You were both sitting sweetly at the table when I left. I made the phone call and within seconds I heard uproarious laughter from the kitchen. I continued my conversation. Then I started hearing periods of silence, followed by screaming laughter from your sister, followed by a few more seconds of silence. As the laughter and volume increased I got nervous and ended the phone call. I came down the stairs to find Julianna sopping wet sitting on the kitchen table. You were standing on a chair and flinging soaking wet hand towels at her over and over. They were slapping her head and face and she thought it was wildly funny.
I sent you to your room until dinner.
After dinner I wanted to get the kitchen cleaned up before I started your bedtime stories. You dad is out of town again so I am solo. I needed to keep you busy so I sent you and Julianna upstairs to brush your teeth. I was elbow deep in dish water when I heard Julianna's terrified screams. I ran to see what the problem was. While I was cleaning you had completely covered Julianna's whole face and most of her hair in toothpaste. Then you had smeared the mirror with the paste. AND THEN YOU SHOVED THE TOOTHBRUSH DOWN JULIANNA'S THROAT. Now, clearly, you were trying to help brush her teeth. Clearly. Please don't do that again.
I sent you straight to bed for the rest of the night; at 6:30, mind you. I have money on it that you will sleep all night and be the last to wake in the morning. You are that tired.
So, to conclude, I know that you are amazing and wonderful and smart and funny and helpful. I also know that you're growing up and testing some stuff out. However, at any point in time, I would like to welcome that sweet boy to come back and visit. I'd love for him to come visit and stay awhile. Maybe until you're at least 18. Thank you so much.
I love you.
Love,
Mom
What has happened? What have you done with the sweet, compliant, helpful, darling little boy? The boy that would listen to the word no. The boy that followed directions on the first instruction? The boy whose biggest weekness was a little grumpiness from lack of sleep or that he wanted to snuggle with his mom a little too often? I miss that boy.
Today you woke up on the wrong side of the bed. You were immediately argumentative and drug your feet with my every request. You managed to take your bath (that you had been needing for two days). You ate your breakfast without whining too much...but you did announce several times that you would not be attending school today. I did not engage in your arguments, but I did become extremely annoyed with your behavior.
I had planned on forcing you to take a nap this afternoon. I was met with so much resistance that I gave up the fight. Lily was home sick and I decided I might rather you just go to bed early, rather than take a short nap and then wake up grumpy 45 minutes later (which is your new habit when the nap is forced). I announced to you and the girls that there were no naps today and went about my afternoon.
So, the following stories are how you repaid me for your free time this afternoon:
I went upstairs to make a phone call while you and Julianna were quietly drinking a glass of water. You were both sitting sweetly at the table when I left. I made the phone call and within seconds I heard uproarious laughter from the kitchen. I continued my conversation. Then I started hearing periods of silence, followed by screaming laughter from your sister, followed by a few more seconds of silence. As the laughter and volume increased I got nervous and ended the phone call. I came down the stairs to find Julianna sopping wet sitting on the kitchen table. You were standing on a chair and flinging soaking wet hand towels at her over and over. They were slapping her head and face and she thought it was wildly funny.
I sent you to your room until dinner.
After dinner I wanted to get the kitchen cleaned up before I started your bedtime stories. You dad is out of town again so I am solo. I needed to keep you busy so I sent you and Julianna upstairs to brush your teeth. I was elbow deep in dish water when I heard Julianna's terrified screams. I ran to see what the problem was. While I was cleaning you had completely covered Julianna's whole face and most of her hair in toothpaste. Then you had smeared the mirror with the paste. AND THEN YOU SHOVED THE TOOTHBRUSH DOWN JULIANNA'S THROAT. Now, clearly, you were trying to help brush her teeth. Clearly. Please don't do that again.
I sent you straight to bed for the rest of the night; at 6:30, mind you. I have money on it that you will sleep all night and be the last to wake in the morning. You are that tired.
So, to conclude, I know that you are amazing and wonderful and smart and funny and helpful. I also know that you're growing up and testing some stuff out. However, at any point in time, I would like to welcome that sweet boy to come back and visit. I'd love for him to come visit and stay awhile. Maybe until you're at least 18. Thank you so much.
I love you.
Love,
Mom
Dr. Lily
Today Lily woke up in her new room. She asked us for several days in a row if she could move her room to the basement and we granted her permission.
We also took another grown up step with her. We set her alarm clock to wake her up at 6:30am that way she was on her way to getting up when I arrive home from my early morning workout. This morning when I walked in the door at 6:40 she had gotten up with her alarm and awakened Tom. She said, "Dad, it's going to be 55 degrees today and there is a chance of rain." That made Tom and I both smile.
I sent Lily to school with with an earache this morning. I really thought that that was all it was. She had a stuffy nose, no fever and an earache. Her throat had been hurting off and on since Friday, but she only mentioned it to me maybe once or twice. So, I sent her to school. I was thinking that I'd take her to the doctor during lunch, get her some antibiotics for her ear and have her back to school in time for Math.
Lily received an exam by a very enthusiastic medical student. He was very happy to be there and was asking her all sort of silly questions that made her giggle. He said that her symptoms did not present like strep throat, but she did have one tiny white spot on the back of her throat. After Dr. Losew did her exam, she agreed. Lily probably didn't have strep, but we should do the swab anyway.
After the doctors had finished their exam, Lily shared with them that she loved to study and read about the human body. They were so excited that I think they spent an additional 15-20 minutes talking with her about her interest in the body. They let her use some of their tools to listen to her own heart and breathing, and then their hearts and breathing too. She also got to take a listen at her tummy and Dr. Losew's very hungry, and loud, tummy. :) They were floored when they heard all Lily knew about the human body. It was so fun to watch and very much appreciated.
It turns out, that little earache that had been bothering Lily is actually strep throat. I was totally shocked. (And embarrassed to call the school to tell them.) I'm wondering if she's had a virus and the infection just started very recently, since she showed barely a sign and had no fever. Anyway, she is home today and will be home tomorrow too. We're hoping for a quick recovery!
We also took another grown up step with her. We set her alarm clock to wake her up at 6:30am that way she was on her way to getting up when I arrive home from my early morning workout. This morning when I walked in the door at 6:40 she had gotten up with her alarm and awakened Tom. She said, "Dad, it's going to be 55 degrees today and there is a chance of rain." That made Tom and I both smile.
I sent Lily to school with with an earache this morning. I really thought that that was all it was. She had a stuffy nose, no fever and an earache. Her throat had been hurting off and on since Friday, but she only mentioned it to me maybe once or twice. So, I sent her to school. I was thinking that I'd take her to the doctor during lunch, get her some antibiotics for her ear and have her back to school in time for Math.
Lily received an exam by a very enthusiastic medical student. He was very happy to be there and was asking her all sort of silly questions that made her giggle. He said that her symptoms did not present like strep throat, but she did have one tiny white spot on the back of her throat. After Dr. Losew did her exam, she agreed. Lily probably didn't have strep, but we should do the swab anyway.
After the doctors had finished their exam, Lily shared with them that she loved to study and read about the human body. They were so excited that I think they spent an additional 15-20 minutes talking with her about her interest in the body. They let her use some of their tools to listen to her own heart and breathing, and then their hearts and breathing too. She also got to take a listen at her tummy and Dr. Losew's very hungry, and loud, tummy. :) They were floored when they heard all Lily knew about the human body. It was so fun to watch and very much appreciated.
It turns out, that little earache that had been bothering Lily is actually strep throat. I was totally shocked. (And embarrassed to call the school to tell them.) I'm wondering if she's had a virus and the infection just started very recently, since she showed barely a sign and had no fever. Anyway, she is home today and will be home tomorrow too. We're hoping for a quick recovery!
Friday, February 17, 2012
flying undies
It's 30 minutes before bedtime on my second night in a row of solo parenting. I'm giving Julianna a bath. Lily walks into the bathroom and says: What can I do?! I want to do something!"
As I wash Julianna's hair, I say, "You can read a book, brush your teeth, go to bed..."
Not satisfied, she whines, "No! I either want to run on the treadmill, go for a bike ride of lift weights."
"None of those options are available this close to bedtime. I'm sorry."
Lily picks up Julianna's dirty underwear and tosses it in my direction then screams, "You never let me do anything!"
The underwear bounces of the side of my head and lands in Julianna's bath water. I calmly stand up and tell Lily that she is out of choices, that was no a good idea, and escort her to her room. I tell her to stay in her room.
I return to the bathroom to finish the bath. Julianna looks up at me with a baffled look on her face, "Why did you put my underwear in the bathtub, Mom!"
"I'm sorry; I didn't do it! It was Lily."
Julianna bows her head, shakes it slowly, and says solemnly, "Poor choice....poor choice."
As I wash Julianna's hair, I say, "You can read a book, brush your teeth, go to bed..."
Not satisfied, she whines, "No! I either want to run on the treadmill, go for a bike ride of lift weights."
"None of those options are available this close to bedtime. I'm sorry."
Lily picks up Julianna's dirty underwear and tosses it in my direction then screams, "You never let me do anything!"
The underwear bounces of the side of my head and lands in Julianna's bath water. I calmly stand up and tell Lily that she is out of choices, that was no a good idea, and escort her to her room. I tell her to stay in her room.
I return to the bathroom to finish the bath. Julianna looks up at me with a baffled look on her face, "Why did you put my underwear in the bathtub, Mom!"
"I'm sorry; I didn't do it! It was Lily."
Julianna bows her head, shakes it slowly, and says solemnly, "Poor choice....poor choice."
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
from the mouths of babes
I've always tried to raise my kids with open minds and hearts. I have always made a conscious choice to raise our kids to see the worlds differences and celebrate them. We read books, watch movies and attend community activities that expand my children's horizon beyond white bread, conservative, Middle of Kansas, USA. I think we've done a pretty good job. My kids are aware of all sorts of lifestyles, religions, skin tones and family structures that are different from the one they know at home. It's been easy to do that while they are young. I am happy to say I've maintained a safe, diverse, loving, bubble for my children. I hope that their beginning helps to keep them loving and open-minded throughout their whole lives.
Today Drew and I went to get his glasses adjusted. In the front window they had a Presidents' Day display. They had what seemed like all the presidents' pictures displayed. I'm happy to say that President Obama is the only president that Drew is really aware of....well, maybe Washington and Lincoln, too. Anyway, we walked up to the display and Drew started studying it. He asked, "Where's President Obama?" I didn't know and so I started to help him spot him in the crowd of former presidents. Drew was quiet for just a second and then said, "Oh, this must just be the white presidents."
I'll let you soak that in for a moment.
His statement has been bouncing around in my brain ever since. So many thoughts about what that really says keep rushing to me.
First of all, it makes me thankful that President Obama is the first president that my kids are aware of in their lifetime. It is so cool to me that they live in a world where it is no longer thought impossible for a black man to be president. Right now, they do see that he is different from them, but they do not see this as a bad thing. They are growing up in a different world than even I grew up in.
So, even if you can't agree with Obama on one policy or social cause, you should still thank him for what he did for your country, for your kids. Just think, no matter how many storybooks your read to your kids about characters with a different shade of skin, no matter how many movies have a multi-racial cast, President Obama is the first really true example of a person of color in a true power position. He makes it so any kid, anywhere, can see the light. Kids everywhere can see that no matter what, if they work hard, go to school, and stay on track, they too can do great things. That is pretty freaking awesome.
So, back to that moment with Drew. I didn't know exactly how to respond. I just said, "Hm, must be." Because how can you explain to your five-year-old that he lives in a world where being a white man still makes everything easier for you? How can you explain that the history of the USA is sometimes bleak and hard to understand? I think I'd rather not. I think I'd like to keep him in the bubble for a little while longer.
Today Drew and I went to get his glasses adjusted. In the front window they had a Presidents' Day display. They had what seemed like all the presidents' pictures displayed. I'm happy to say that President Obama is the only president that Drew is really aware of....well, maybe Washington and Lincoln, too. Anyway, we walked up to the display and Drew started studying it. He asked, "Where's President Obama?" I didn't know and so I started to help him spot him in the crowd of former presidents. Drew was quiet for just a second and then said, "Oh, this must just be the white presidents."
I'll let you soak that in for a moment.
His statement has been bouncing around in my brain ever since. So many thoughts about what that really says keep rushing to me.
First of all, it makes me thankful that President Obama is the first president that my kids are aware of in their lifetime. It is so cool to me that they live in a world where it is no longer thought impossible for a black man to be president. Right now, they do see that he is different from them, but they do not see this as a bad thing. They are growing up in a different world than even I grew up in.
So, even if you can't agree with Obama on one policy or social cause, you should still thank him for what he did for your country, for your kids. Just think, no matter how many storybooks your read to your kids about characters with a different shade of skin, no matter how many movies have a multi-racial cast, President Obama is the first really true example of a person of color in a true power position. He makes it so any kid, anywhere, can see the light. Kids everywhere can see that no matter what, if they work hard, go to school, and stay on track, they too can do great things. That is pretty freaking awesome.
So, back to that moment with Drew. I didn't know exactly how to respond. I just said, "Hm, must be." Because how can you explain to your five-year-old that he lives in a world where being a white man still makes everything easier for you? How can you explain that the history of the USA is sometimes bleak and hard to understand? I think I'd rather not. I think I'd like to keep him in the bubble for a little while longer.
Friday, February 10, 2012
just because...
Just because your insurance might cover birth control doesn't mean you have to use it.
Just because same sex couples want to marry doesn't mean you have be a part of a same sex marriage.
Just because someone has freedom to practice their religion doesn't mean you have to practice the same religion.
I feel like some of my fellow Americans are missing the point. Everyone seems to be busy trying to convince people that what they say, do, or believe, is correct. It seems like my fellow Americans are spending so much time proving their point that they are missing the point completely. America was founded on the idea that people (meaning everyone) were allowed the right to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.
Now, I realize that everyone has a different path in life. I also realize that people pursue happiness in many different ways. My point is, if your path to happiness isn't hurting any one, than you may do as you please. You may seek your truth however you see fit, as long as you allow me to seek my own truth, as well. Whatever my family looks like, whatever we believe, or what we do in our spare time, has nothing to do with you...unless we invite you.
So, here's the deal. You do what you do, I'll do what I do. And when we meet on the street we will be polite and kind. We will both allow each other the space to live in our own truth and we will spend no time arguing over whose truth is correct.
Just because same sex couples want to marry doesn't mean you have be a part of a same sex marriage.
Just because someone has freedom to practice their religion doesn't mean you have to practice the same religion.
I feel like some of my fellow Americans are missing the point. Everyone seems to be busy trying to convince people that what they say, do, or believe, is correct. It seems like my fellow Americans are spending so much time proving their point that they are missing the point completely. America was founded on the idea that people (meaning everyone) were allowed the right to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.
Now, I realize that everyone has a different path in life. I also realize that people pursue happiness in many different ways. My point is, if your path to happiness isn't hurting any one, than you may do as you please. You may seek your truth however you see fit, as long as you allow me to seek my own truth, as well. Whatever my family looks like, whatever we believe, or what we do in our spare time, has nothing to do with you...unless we invite you.
So, here's the deal. You do what you do, I'll do what I do. And when we meet on the street we will be polite and kind. We will both allow each other the space to live in our own truth and we will spend no time arguing over whose truth is correct.
birthday number seven
Lily,
I feel like I need to apologize to you. It seems that you've grown up into a lovely young woman and I am still treating you like my baby. You should know that I'm trying hard to meet you where you are and that it might take me some time to adjust to having such a mature, well-spoken, smart, creative kid around. Don't get me wrong, you have always been smart and creative...however, you haven't always been mature and well spoken. I am trying to get used to that. Trust me when I say I am happy to be in this place with you. But also trust me when I say that it is extremely difficult to see your child grow up so fast and show so many signs of being completely independent. I'm working on it.
This year we have seen you become a dancer. Way back when you had your very year of preschool I remember Miss Shanna telling me, "This girl loves to dance!!" Apparently, I wasn't paying attention to how true that was. You have been telling me for a long time that you wanted to try dance...and we did. We tried when you were very small and then again at the beginning of kindergarten. In those instances, things did not go well. The studios we tried were not a good fit. However, you showed me your commitment to becoming a dancer with sheer persistence. You asked me consistently for one whole year before I said yes. You gave up swimming lessons and all other activities to give dance a go. It turns out, you love it. Just like Miss Shanna said you did. We found a really great studio for you. The teachers are firm, passionate and have done well at adjusting to find your strengths. I can see you working very hard to learn your steps. I have also seen you lost in your happy place while at dance class while you pretend to be a snowflake. It was not a mistake to put you in dance. You have more than exceeded our expectations with your commitment.
During your sixth year I spent a lot of quiet moments reflecting on your life. It seemed like this year, more than any year before it, you were completely you. I don't know if that makes sense....but we spent a lot of your early years struggling to make sure that you could express yourself and allow you to learn from your mistakes. This is the first year that the idea that if you, Dad, and I worked together we could accomplish a lot more than if you fought against us. This year you identified, for the first time, that our boundaries were not there to hurt you or to make you mad. The boundaries were to keep you safe and healthy. Let's be honest, we are still struggling sometimes to find a balance with each other. We still have our days where you and I want to scream and slam our bedroom doors. However, those moments seem farther and farther apart; and the time where we can talk about our feelings and our mistakes with calm, loving conversations have happened more and more often. We did that together. I couldn't have do it without you.
I hear all time time how special you are. I have been stopped by strangers who tell me just how amazing you are. There are so many people who love you. There are so many people watching you grow up and enjoying the story of your life. You are one of a kind. I have no doubt you will do great things. I love you.
Love,
Mom
I feel like I need to apologize to you. It seems that you've grown up into a lovely young woman and I am still treating you like my baby. You should know that I'm trying hard to meet you where you are and that it might take me some time to adjust to having such a mature, well-spoken, smart, creative kid around. Don't get me wrong, you have always been smart and creative...however, you haven't always been mature and well spoken. I am trying to get used to that. Trust me when I say I am happy to be in this place with you. But also trust me when I say that it is extremely difficult to see your child grow up so fast and show so many signs of being completely independent. I'm working on it.
This year we have seen you become a dancer. Way back when you had your very year of preschool I remember Miss Shanna telling me, "This girl loves to dance!!" Apparently, I wasn't paying attention to how true that was. You have been telling me for a long time that you wanted to try dance...and we did. We tried when you were very small and then again at the beginning of kindergarten. In those instances, things did not go well. The studios we tried were not a good fit. However, you showed me your commitment to becoming a dancer with sheer persistence. You asked me consistently for one whole year before I said yes. You gave up swimming lessons and all other activities to give dance a go. It turns out, you love it. Just like Miss Shanna said you did. We found a really great studio for you. The teachers are firm, passionate and have done well at adjusting to find your strengths. I can see you working very hard to learn your steps. I have also seen you lost in your happy place while at dance class while you pretend to be a snowflake. It was not a mistake to put you in dance. You have more than exceeded our expectations with your commitment.
During your sixth year I spent a lot of quiet moments reflecting on your life. It seemed like this year, more than any year before it, you were completely you. I don't know if that makes sense....but we spent a lot of your early years struggling to make sure that you could express yourself and allow you to learn from your mistakes. This is the first year that the idea that if you, Dad, and I worked together we could accomplish a lot more than if you fought against us. This year you identified, for the first time, that our boundaries were not there to hurt you or to make you mad. The boundaries were to keep you safe and healthy. Let's be honest, we are still struggling sometimes to find a balance with each other. We still have our days where you and I want to scream and slam our bedroom doors. However, those moments seem farther and farther apart; and the time where we can talk about our feelings and our mistakes with calm, loving conversations have happened more and more often. We did that together. I couldn't have do it without you.
I hear all time time how special you are. I have been stopped by strangers who tell me just how amazing you are. There are so many people who love you. There are so many people watching you grow up and enjoying the story of your life. You are one of a kind. I have no doubt you will do great things. I love you.
Love,
Mom
the search....
I'm taking a break from searching for Julianna's missing glasses to relay the conversation I just had with her.
Me: Do you remember when you took them off?
J: Yes.
Me: Where were you?
J: Playing down there.
Me: where?
J: To the playroom.
Me: You didn't go to the playroom today. The light is off.
J: I went down there with Miss Caitlyn.
Me: Miss Caitlyn was here Monday. I'm wondering about today.
J: yes
Me: So did you take them off when you were looking at books?
J: yes
Me: did you take them off while you played legos with Drew?
J: Yes.
Me: Today! When did you take them off today?!
J: Yesterday.
Me: I mean now. Where did you take them off??
J: I was playing down there.
Me: ugh...
J: I put them in my pocket to keep them safe. See??
Me: which pocket?
J: Oh! I have a tickle bug in there!! Watch out!!
Me: I'm taking a break from looking. You should too.
Me: Do you remember when you took them off?
J: Yes.
Me: Where were you?
J: Playing down there.
Me: where?
J: To the playroom.
Me: You didn't go to the playroom today. The light is off.
J: I went down there with Miss Caitlyn.
Me: Miss Caitlyn was here Monday. I'm wondering about today.
J: yes
Me: So did you take them off when you were looking at books?
J: yes
Me: did you take them off while you played legos with Drew?
J: Yes.
Me: Today! When did you take them off today?!
J: Yesterday.
Me: I mean now. Where did you take them off??
J: I was playing down there.
Me: ugh...
J: I put them in my pocket to keep them safe. See??
Me: which pocket?
J: Oh! I have a tickle bug in there!! Watch out!!
Me: I'm taking a break from looking. You should too.
Thursday, February 9, 2012
handy dandy tissue
Yesterday I ran out of tissues in my car and forgot to replace the box. This morning my nose was running a bit and I had nothing to use. Luckily we had just pulled into Shanna's driveway so I rolled down my window and called out to her, "Do you happen to have a Kleenex handy??" She nodded and went back in the house to get Ben and my Kleenex.
Julianna looked at me weird and said, "Mom, why did you call her handy?!"
I usually don't just burst out laughing at my kids. I usually try to keep my composure. I couldn't do it today. That is down right hilarious. Julianna is going to spend her whole like making people laugh and be merry. I just know it!
Julianna looked at me weird and said, "Mom, why did you call her handy?!"
I usually don't just burst out laughing at my kids. I usually try to keep my composure. I couldn't do it today. That is down right hilarious. Julianna is going to spend her whole like making people laugh and be merry. I just know it!
Another Drew conversation with Shanna
Last Friday Ben got to stay home for the morning with his dad, Trent. However, Drew still got to go over to Shanna's early and ride to school with her. I am relaying this story, but here's how it went down.
Drew walked right into Shanna's house and started chatting with Ben and Trent like he'd done it every day of his life. He has actually only met Trent a couple of times, but you wouldn't have known that. Later, as Drew and Shanna were leaving the house, Drew shared that he thought it would be a good idea for he and his sisters to come over and play again sometime. Yes, that'd be fun, said Shanna. Drew went on, "Yeah, when Ben is bigger we should come over and play with him. That'd be fun. You remember when we came over to play a long time ago? It was before Ben was even in your tummy. He was still in Baby Land."
Ummm....where was Ben?
"Baby Land."
"Oh, yeah? Where's Baby Land?"
"I don't know. It's really far away though."
"Hm. What do babies do while in Baby Land?'
"Well, I think there are slides there. And trampolines. They just play."
I love this conversation for some many reasons. But mostly it makes me thankful that he's not like Lily. When Lily was five we were discussing the biology of making a baby and how one would physically make that happen.
Whew.
Drew walked right into Shanna's house and started chatting with Ben and Trent like he'd done it every day of his life. He has actually only met Trent a couple of times, but you wouldn't have known that. Later, as Drew and Shanna were leaving the house, Drew shared that he thought it would be a good idea for he and his sisters to come over and play again sometime. Yes, that'd be fun, said Shanna. Drew went on, "Yeah, when Ben is bigger we should come over and play with him. That'd be fun. You remember when we came over to play a long time ago? It was before Ben was even in your tummy. He was still in Baby Land."
Ummm....where was Ben?
"Baby Land."
"Oh, yeah? Where's Baby Land?"
"I don't know. It's really far away though."
"Hm. What do babies do while in Baby Land?'
"Well, I think there are slides there. And trampolines. They just play."
I love this conversation for some many reasons. But mostly it makes me thankful that he's not like Lily. When Lily was five we were discussing the biology of making a baby and how one would physically make that happen.
Whew.
Monday, February 6, 2012
Adult Language Advisory
Drew: P!! It's for pizza!!
Me: Yep! And popcorn!
Drew: and POSHY!
(he loves to make up words.)
Me: and pie! and pretty!
Drew: and PRICK!
Me: and pickle!
Drew: AND PRICK!!
Me: Drew, that's not a word! Think of another word.
Drew: I know. Prick.
Me: Yep! And popcorn!
Drew: and POSHY!
(he loves to make up words.)
Me: and pie! and pretty!
Drew: and PRICK!
Me: and pickle!
Drew: AND PRICK!!
Me: Drew, that's not a word! Think of another word.
Drew: I know. Prick.
Sunday, February 5, 2012
Oh, Julianna, my sweet three-year-old
Me: Julianna, you need to hang this shirt up like I asked you to do. Julianna: I can't. I too little.
Me: No, you're a big girl. Get it hung up, please.
Julianna pulls her hand up into her shirt sleeves and says: No, I can't. I have no hands.
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This morning Tom and I were both lounging in bed. Julianna woke up and came in and asked me to make her "breck-sess".
Me: You want me to make your breakfast?
Julianna: Yes, I want toast.
Me: Can Daddy make your breakfast?
Julianna: No, Mommy! You make it because you're the bestest mommy!
Me: Did Daddy just feed you that line or are you really that good?
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