Thursday, March 28, 2013

Differing goals!

My in-laws gave us restaurant giftcards for Christmas, so tonight we're going out to eat.

I'm very happy at the prospect of not having to plan, cook, and clean up dinner. I'm also looking forward to dessert.

H has heard that the hamburgers at the restaurant are legendary.

J can't wait to eat something delicious that Mom doesn't usually cook.

C is looking forward to drinking through a straw.

Wednesday, March 27, 2013

In Pursuit Of The Right Word

The rhyming insanity continues.  Week after week of rhyming words finally leads to something like this:

J:  Game
C:  Same, Name, Rame!!  Rame rhymes with game!!
Me:  What does rame mean?
C:  Well, it's when an elephant runs through your door, and then a tiger and a lion, and you run around yelling, "Eeeek!  I don't want an elephant and a tiger and a lion running through my door!"  And then a butterfly flies in.

So now you know what to call it when this happens to you...

Ah, poetry!


More brother-led education: Potty and snotty rhyme!

Friday, March 22, 2013

Never Seen Before

She's throwing her beads around the house instead of cleaning them up, so I've asked her to go to her room and calm down.  This angers her.  As she marches to the top of the stairs, she turns and, with hand upraised, yells,

"Patience!  Patience!  PATIENCE!!!  Where is invisible patience?!"

Sing Along With C!

She's pushing her doll stroller.  Her sweet, pink Bitty Baby reclines and enjoys the ride.

Let's sing along, to the tune of Skip To My Lou:

My baby's a pirate, what should I do?
My baby's a pirate, what should I do?
My baby's a pirate, what should I do?
Skip to my Lou, my darling!

Tuesday, March 19, 2013

Sexist (sorry!)

My son was raised with an older sister. He learned skills like reading, playing quietly, conversational play, and social eating (aka tea parties).

My little girl is being raised with an older brother. She's learning skills like crashing vehicles, saying "fart" and "butt" as often as possible, and eating bizarre combinations of food.

Having a boy-with-big-sister was far, far less embarrassing than having a girl-with-big-brother.

Thursday, March 14, 2013

An Urgent Message

I finished my 35 minutes on my elliptical and was groaning through my plank, Doctor Who playing on my Kindle Fire, when I hear C calling me. I can't make out what she's saying. "Hold on, honey," I grunt, but she calls again, this time a little louder.

I know she's safe - she's playing on my bed. I can hear her, though, even over the sound of the blood pounding in my ears, the strain of my muscles, and the Doctor's crazy race through space. Her cries become more and more imperative.

Finally my plank timer ends. My knees crash to the ground. I rip off my earphones and pant, "What is it, honey?"

"Nose and toes! They rhyme!"

Yes, they do.

Tuesday, March 5, 2013

The Lord Knoweth...

J and C are doing their calisthenics. As I wash the dishes, they call to me from the living room.

J: Momma, my knee is sore. Can you pray for me?
Me: Sure.
C: Momma, my butt is pinched. Can you pray for me?
Me: O.o