10 April 2008 at 2:48 pm (quotables)
Grace: “Oh, Mama. I like your tummy sooo much better now that you had the baby.”
Me: “Because there is room for you to snuggle in my lap?”
Grace: “No. Because now its soft and smushy like my pillow.”
28 February 2008 at 11:16 am (misadventures in parenting, quotables)
So I’m taking a shower this morning, my first shower since Monday (gross, I know), and suddenly there is a loud banging on the door.
“Mom! Mommy!!! Mooooommmm!!!!!”
I jump out of the shower, shampoo still in my hair and fling open the door.
“What’s wrong? What is it?”
“What letter does blankey start with?”
I seriously shut the door in her face.
27 February 2008 at 1:33 pm (quotables)
“I’m going to carry the baby around and feed him raisins and yogurt and chocolate candy!! I’ll be such a big helper!!”
Yeah. That’s what you think.
As I come downstairs wearing a big oxford maternity shirt: “Mom! You look just like our favorite cooking lady!!” Um, thanks. I’d rather look like this cooking lady, though.
13 February 2008 at 9:34 am (quotables)
Gracie: pushing her stomach out as far as she can “I just can’t eat any more dinner. My tummy hurts and the baby is kickin’ me.”
Ellie: very frustrated with Grace “She is on my nerve!!”
As Husband tried to explain to the girls what he does at work…
Husband: “I help people with pain in their backs get better.”
Ellie: “My teacher has paint on her back!”
Husband: “No not paint. Pain in their backs.”
Grace: very impressed “You put toothpaste on their backs?”
Husband: “What? Nevermind. We’ll talk when you’re older.”
Ellie: “Mommy, I decided I want to be a fairy when I grow up.”
7 February 2008 at 1:23 pm (quotables)
“Don’t lick the glue. Its not food.”
“No, I do not need any help going potty. Please leave me alone for 5 minutes.”
“Don’t lick the filing cabinet.”
“Give me that booger right now!”
“Where are your clothes? Why aren’t you wearing any clothes?’”
“Stop hugging your sister. That’s not nice.”
“Please don’t stick things up your nose. That’s not what noses are for.”
“Don’t scrub the toilet with your toothbrush! Toothbrushes are for cleaning teeth only! Give me that right now!”
29 January 2008 at 9:36 am (quotables, soapbox)
“Mommy, how does that baby get out of your belly?”
“Um… the doctor does it.”
“But how?”
“Um.. I push the baby out and the doctor helps me.”
“Oh! Okay. Neat.”
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This morning we are off to the girls’ school for parent-teacher conferences. I always get really nervous before stuff like this. Performance anxiety or something, I guess. I hope it goes well - its always fascinating to hear about what your kids are like when you are not around.
I’m a little concerned about Grace, who doesn’t seem to know her letters very well and cannot write her name at all. (Ellie could at this age. And, yes, I know I’m not supposed to compare them.) She’s so stinking independent too - she won’t let me help her and she won’t trace her name because she wants to do it all by herself. So I’m not sure how I can teach her. Maybe her teacher has some ideas.
Speaking on schooling, we’re sending Ellie to public school next year. And if one more person looks surprised and says something like, “Wow! Really? You’re going to give that a try?” I may have to hit them. We are in one of the best school districts in the entire freaking country. (Seriously!) I hardly think we are risking her future by not homeschooling or sending her to the private school down the street that costs $15,000 a year.
Sheesh.
