I'm a Mom...
I suppose that makes me a "Mommy Blogger" - and since I'm allowing myself to own that title I guess I should occasionally write about my family? You know... those kids who are
The youngest of the kids cracks me up lately... she's finally accepted that her bangs are there to stay and we no longer have to hide the scissors. Of course, her hair is still pretty high maintenance - but that's okay because we have a lot of interesting conversations while straightening her hair... For example:
M: Mom - why can't I say the F word?
T: Umm, well sweetie - it's not a very nice word...
M: but Mom, the COUSINS can say the F word so why can't I?
T: BIG non-verbal response including widening of the eyes and a note to self to e-mail all aunts immediately and ask which of them was corrupting my sweet, innocent children.
M: They ALL say the F word Mom.
T: (finally catching on) Ummm, sweetie, what F word are we talking about?
M: you know... like "toot".
Oh THAT F word... (rhymes with Heart... and Art...) well, frankly my friends it's just not a pretty word, and I don't know WHY it bothers me so much... I just can't stand when it comes out of sweet innocent little mouths - but I suppose I like that better than when it comes out of sweet innocent behinds.
speaking of smells...
well, okay - actually we WEREN'T speaking of smells...
You see I was SEWING... inspired by Serene's patched jeans I decided that there was a little wear left in M's jeans and I needed to be a little more frugal... besides, hopefully soon she'll GROW and we can just toss these right??? M was pretty impressed with my sewing skills...
|they ARE pretty cute... and nice soft flannel inside so they won't itch :)|
M: You sew good
T: Thanks, and you give me lots of things to sew - so we make a good team.
M: Grandma sews good too.
T: Well Grandma sews better than me probably.
M: (thinking a little, but seeing my logic) Yep! Grandma sews better than you
H: (who was all the way across the room and might need her hearing checked) M, that's not very nice! Mom only doesn't smell good because she just got done working out! You probably hurt Mom's feelings!
T&M: exchange of confused looks - then raucous laughter.
and then I showered... just in case.
OH! speaking of showers... (oh boy - I need to work on my segues) I went to a bridal shower the other day.
A friend of mine had made mini layer cakes out of rice krispie treats... they were adorable... M didn't care about adorable, she just wanted to eat them NOW.
M: When can I eat that?
ManOfTheHouse: We weren't going to eat those - we just thought we'd look at it for awhile
M: Noooo, I want to eat it!
M.O.T.H.: Well, maybe you can have some of it
M: I want the top piece
M.O.T.H.: Okay, you can have it when you get married.
M: (with the lower lip protruding dangerously) but, but... that'll be DAYS!
maybe more than just a few of them... since she's Six...
She took the top tier for her lunch treat the next day... we decided not to make her wait - and I just have to wonder... Really? everyone knows the top tier is the smallest!?!?!