Doing the Next Thing

"Mom - Kisses can dry off!" 4yo A. announced out of the blue last Saturday morning. I think he was explaining why he needed another one. "Wait - is this a cautionary tale?" 12yo C said with a smile while I was reading Storytime with the Millers the other day at lunch. I almost couldn't continue reading because I was laughing so hard. "Mommy, can I have a nutcracker?" 2yo K asking for her favorite morning snack - a graham cracker. "See, mama! See?! She hurt she-self!" K trying to show me the owie on her dolly's leg. For some reason, "she" is her all-purpose pronoun these days. "Hey, Mom - I think we can safely say I have the biggest feet in the house!" 12yo C's recent proclamation, which happens to be true. "Sometimes I just need to get out of the house!" 14yo S, after an especially difficult time babysitting The Littles. This is why he'll be spending some time interning with his Dad at work next yea...

I'm guessing the 12 yo boy's thought process went something like this: If the cozy coupe toddler car is fun for little kids, I bet it would be fun for me. But I don't fit very well, so let's take the roof off. Now, what would be really fun is if we rode it down the driveway. [ our drive is slightly sloped] "Hey, A! (4yo) Come over here and let me push you down the driveway in K's (2yo) car! Coool! Now, grab the end of my grappling hook and I'll pull you!" Their ability to come up with creative ideas of trying to kill themselves never ceases to amaze me. Thankfully the only casualty in this escapade was a sippy cup.

If my feet are cold, no matter what the actual temperature is, my whole body is cold. My cozy slippers are a hot commodity around here - every one from My Sweetie to 9yo Meg to the big boys wears them. And I can't find them right now, so....

We had a crazy day around here. No matter what I did, I was behind. I barely ate breakfast by lunchtime. Then we had an appointment to get little K's (2) cast off - yes, she broke her elbow three weeks ago, but all better now. The appointment got moved (by their office -at the last minute) from early afternoon to smack in the middle of naptime. Then I had to take ALL the kiddos with me - seems my built-in-babysitter that I've been waiting fourteen years (!) to enjoy is having trouble controlling the former BLT (a.k.a. A) when he's not asleep. So unless I wanted another broken bone to occur in my absence... they all piled in the overcrowded waiting room and joined in the fun. hooray. :) The check-in lady was gruff, the x-ray tech chided me for K's paci, and the doc missed the day in med school when they handed out bedside manner. Oh, and I had a headache all day. Relief came after dinner when I was able to get to the Y and burn off some stress and then come home and LMA...

I admit it: I'm not a huge fan of comic books. In fact, I could probably live happily ever after never reading a single one. I am, however, a mom of three boys. For a while, the big boys played Anachronism (history-based trading card game) at a local comic store, and the little guy is quite obsessed with superheroes of all kinds. I also live in a culture full of comic-heroes- cum- blockbuster-hits. My comic education may be limited, but I am aware of some basics. First, many comics - the good ones, anyway - are really a type of pop art. Second, many of the themes are too mature for children. This doesn't stop kids from wanting "picture books" of their favorite heroes, though, creating a bit of a dilemma for us moms. Solution: my latest book find at the local library. (Well, Children's Librarian Amy, knowing A's love of comic heroes, actually found it for us.) What book? you ask: Batman : The Story of the Dark Knight by Ralph Cosentino . The author very skill...

"Mom - Kisses can dry OFF!" 4yo A. announced out of the blue last Saturday morning. 12yo C, pretending to fall on the floor and die, "Ahh, I'm dyyyiinnng!" A rushes over, bends down, proclaims, "True love's kiss!" and smooches C on the cheek. As little 2yo K tugs at my sleeve... "Mommy, you look cute! You puh-ple! I wike your shirt!" so sweet! "Dad, I wan bagel-nut." 2yo K declared at breakfast. "A what ?" asks Daddy. "A bagel-nut! Like Dah-doo!" (that's what she calls A) Turns out a bagel-nut is, in fact, a crueller! For more Tiny Talk Tuesday, go visit Mary at Not Before 7 . Happy Tuesday!

2 yo K helping mommy clean the floor I was tickled to have caught her reaction to 4yo A spilling Yo*gos