Monday, February 25, 2013

Perhaps it's not so unusual, after all.

C and I are reading a book together. It happens to be a reader from when the older kids learned to read, so there is a list of unfamiliar words at the bottom of each page. This story is about seeing a crab at the beach.

C: Why is the word "ow" on the bottom of the page?
Me: Each page has new or unusual words at the bottom.
C: "Ow" is an unusual word?
Me: Yes, it's not the kind of word you read every day.

She reaches up and yanks my hair. "OW!' we say in unison.

Why did I not see this coming?

Friday, February 22, 2013

Payment in Kind

Don't put peanut butter on the cat.

I'm becoming more convinced, as time goes by, that there is, indeed, a cat heaven. Either that, or my home is cat purgatory and this cat did something reeeeeeeeeeeeeally bad a life or two ago...

Movie Night

I'm putting on a movie for me to watch, an unusual event at our house. C would rather watch her video, so she is trying to persuade me that this one is unsuitable.

Me: It's a movie about a cook.
C: Is there anything SCARY in it - like a lion or a tiger?
Me: No, nothing scary.
C: Oh! Maybe the mister guy and the misses guy cook, and then he DROPS it on the FLOOR!! That would be scary!

Thursday, February 21, 2013

The Mommy Chair

I'm sitting in the dining room, and she's on my lap playing with my hair. She pulls a little harder and a little harder, so I finally begin to pay attention to what she's singing.

"We're gonna make a Mommy chair! We're gonna make a Mommy chair!"

You guessed it: she's trying to tie my hair to the back of my chair.

Thank goodness my kids are always slow with the fine motor coordination!

Early Signs

She's drinking a sippy cup of milk. Suddenly she stops and holds it right in my face.

"Momma! My cup is half full!"

Looks like she's officially an optimist.

Field Trip: Science Museum

I went to the science museum with two children.

I returned home with two children.

The SAME two children.

Someone at the science museum (ANYONE at the science museum) doesn't realize how fortunate she is that I didn't exchange three-year-olds while no one was looking!

Time for a HUGE pot of tea.

*****

My older two were such compliant little ones.  I am not used to having THAT child.  I've developed a strange smile to flash at people while I carry her, wailing and writhing, from a crowded room.  My smile says, "sympathize or judge - I don't care - but just get out of my way!"

Wednesday, February 20, 2013

The Best Book To Read

Yesterday no one would read a library book to C, so she sat down on the couch and read it to herself (The Duckie Gets A Cookie, in case you're looking for a recommendation).

Today she's reading another book to herself. It's very absorbing and has fascinating dialogue. Best part: it's completely blank. That's right; my girl is reading a blank book to herself.

I think I like today's selection best of all!

Tuesday, February 19, 2013

My Trio

Me, speaking to C: Are you hungry, baby?
All three kids: YES!!

Proof positive that they are always momma's babies, even at 16 and 13.  :)

Sunday, February 17, 2013

Prettified

We were on our way to church. Apparently C can see the top of my forehead in the rear view mirror, because she said, "Momma? Your eyebrows look like mustaches!"

Gee, thanks, kid.

Thursday, February 14, 2013

Silly Story

J is making up a story for C.

J: He worked and worked, and when he finished it was almost eight o'clock.
C: Ha ha! Mommy, when he finished he almost ate a clock! That's silly!

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Bananas Revised

Me: Why do you have your fingers in your ears?
C: What?!
Me: WHY DO YOU HAVE YOUR FINGERS IN YOUR EARS?
C: WHAT?!
Me: WHYYYY DOOOO YOOOOOOU...

Monday, February 11, 2013

To Tell The Truth

Sigh. Been teaching her (or trying) to tell the truth for the past few days.

Me: The truth is what is REALLY happening. (Picks up a pen) I have an elephant in my hand.
C (laughing): No, Momma! You have a pen in your hand!
Me: Right! I said I have an elephant in my hand, but that's not the truth.
C: No! That's not the truth.
Me: Do I have a pen in my hand?
C: Yes!
Me: That's the truth! Now what if I say I have nothing in my hand? Is that true?
C: No! That's not truth! You have a pen!

C grabs a marker 5.2 seconds later.

Me: Do you have a marker in your hand?
C: No! I have nothing in my hand!
Me: Is that the truth? You have nothing in your hand?
C: Yes! That's the truth!

Thursday, February 7, 2013

When In Doubt, Blame A Scientist

C (having a dictatorial day): I want a lollipop!!

Me: Well, sugary foods make it harder for kids to have self-control. When you're having a bad day, I can't give you a lollipop because it will make it harder for you to control yourself. When you have good self-control, though, I can give you one. It's science.

C: I hate science.

Maybe She'll Enjoy History More.

C (having a dictatorial day): I want a lollipop!!

Me: Well, sugary foods make it harder for kids to have self-control. When you're having a bad day, I can't give you a lollipop because it will make it harder for you to control yourself. When you have good self-control, though, I can give you one. It's science.

C: I hate science.

Monday, February 4, 2013

Right Here In River City

Me: Hmmm. There was something I was going to add to my grocery list. What are we out of that we need from the grocery store?

J: Milk!

C: Trouble!

An Odd Weapon

I was cleaning the kitchen when I heard a commotion in the living room.  J was running and yelling, "Stop it, C!  Stop!"

Me:  C, what are you doing?
C:  Nothing!  I'm just chasing J with a chapstick!

I thought about this for a bit as the melee continued.  I'm sure no pre-teen boy wants his little sister to pretty up his lips, but J's reaction seemed out of proportion.  Finally, in fear that all the chasing would result in damage to the house, I went into the living room to check on the situation.

C was, indeed, chasing J.

With a CHOPstick.

Saturday, February 2, 2013

B-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r!

It's 19* with 6-10 inches of quickly-falling snow. Charis takes off her PJs and, as usual, runs around the house sans clothing. I insist she put some on, so she comes downstairs in a red scotty-dog shirt and a pink, sparkly tutu. Bare legs, of course.

She climbs in my lap, squirming and squealing. I tell her she needs to get down, but she won't. Why not? She's c-c-c-cold, of course.

I send her upstairs to find some pants. She says there are none in her drawers, and decides to put her PJs back on.

Wonder how many times this little story will replay today?