THAT Mom

Me: You know I'm not supposed to let my small child play with garbage bags.

C (as she picks up a knife): I know!

I guess I'm the mom those warnings are talking to. Sorry, rest of the world!

The Truth Comes Out

Well.  It happened again.  We were at WalMart.  C was overtired from having a friend sleep over and was in rare form, despite a tremendous attempt at self-control.  Finally I made her sit in the cart, where she sulked for a half hour or so.  We got in line to purchase our merchandise behind a couple with a perfectly darling, agreeable looking girl.  The man turned to me, pointed at C in the cart, and asked, "Where did you find that?  I'd sure like to see a well-behaved little girl!"

His daughter smiled sweetly at me as I informed him that he shouldn't be fooled by momentary appearances.  His wife shared that their little girl wasn't quite as she appeared either (all the while her calm demeanor was convincing me otherwise).

Suddenly C, in a rage over a remembered offense, got up on her knees and swung her fist at me.  She wouldn't hit me - was just expressing her anger - but it rather changed their impression of her!

We all chuckled a bit, me in embarrassment and them in cameraderie.

Possibilities

Me, while slicing some cheddar:  Sometimes I wonder if God should have made me a mouse.

C:  Oh!  And then He should have made me a cat!!

It's All Playtime

Two year old visitor brought her baby doll. She has changed and fed the baby, and is now playing happily with our doll house.

C, meanwhile, is using the dollhouse's minivan as a skateboard and making dance poses with herself in the reflection on the TV.

At least the girly toys are finally getting some use!

Young Babysitting

Sometimes I watch a friend's kids, and since they were old enough, I've pretty much just had H and J play with the kids while I supervise (read "drink coffee").

Today we have a 6 year old boy and a 2 year old girl. J is playing with the boy. In H's absence, C has decided it's her job to keep the girl occupied.

Score!!!!

Pick-nic Lunch

From the "strange things you never expected to do" file:

In a few minutes, we will go to the garage, sit in the car, and eat a snack.

We're having a hard day. We dropped DD17 off last night for her medical missions trip, and DH has been away for a while, too. C wants to pack a lunch bag, drive somewhere, and eat picnic-style. Unfortunately, it's a rainy day. We can't eat out this first day because she will expect that every day.

When we boiled it down, she mostly just wants to put individually-packaged foods into her cute penguin bag and eat in an unusual place, so this is what we came up with.

The Punishment Fits The Crime

C:  Momma, you have been a bad momma.  A really bad momma.  You get a timeout for TWO DAYS!!!

With punishments like this, I'll never, ever reform!!!!!!!!

Blue and Purple

Today we discovered the importance of looking in the direction in which we are running, courtesy of the laundry line pole.  And we also discovered that purple brings out the blue in her eyes, though I think fashion accessories would have been a better way to learn that.

A Day In A Doll’s Life

We are playing Barbie-ish dolls.  The dolls are a mom and three girls, whose names are Apuntastink, Meenamahna, and Blah.  After losing a shoe, Blah has stolen the car and driven off by herself.  She was last seen in outer space.

*****

Ah.  Blah returned momentarily.  The van door opened, a mechanical voice said, "Engaging sister," and Apuntastink was teleported into the van.

*****

Meenamahna was actually named after me.  It's a corruption of the phrase "mean old mama!”

First Place Goes To...

"Good morning, J!  You're my favorite brother!"

The dubious compliments continue...

And in Second Place...

C:  Momma, I love you!  You're my second favorite parent!