Grumpapotamus

If I looked like this, I'd want to get back in bed too.

Going Bananas

I really don't like messy crafts. My kids bring home tons and tons of "projects" from school, so we just don't do a lot of that around here.

Every once in a while, we'll get wild and decorate white paper with crayons and stickers. But the rules are hard and firm, you don't put stickers anywhere except on your shirt or on the paper, and my kids are taught this rule as we're bringing them home from the hospital.

Today at lunch, LM peeled the sticker off her banana peel and stuck it on her high chair. After we'd eaten and I was wiping off the table, I tried to remove the sticker. Of course, a little bit was left behind, so I reminded her of our very strict rule.

(Sighing deeply) "LM, where do we put stickers?"

"On bananas."

Note to self: amend sticker rule to include shirts, paper and bananas.

Ole, Ole, Ole Ole, Ole, Ole.

BigM had soccer practice tonight, and her team scrimmaged another team that was practicing.

She scored her first goal. She and DM have called everyone we know to tell them.

This is a huge step up from last year, when she spent the majority of the games doing yoga poses at the midfield line.

My kid is hilarious: It's about Time Edition

I have been receiving calls and emails because I haven't updated the blog recently. I'd like you to take that up with my children, because they haven't been funny in quite awhile. Until today, so you're in luck.

We listen to the same kid's cd in the car, so even LM has all 51 songs pretty much memorized. Which is hilarious because according to LM:

"Joshua fought the battle of Jericho... and the walls bane chuggaling down."

Don't you dare try to correct her, because she will argue you to the death. As I tell BigM at least 29 times a day, "Let's not argue with the two year old."

And speaking of BigM... I was emptying her backpack before school and came across this little book of pictures she had colored and described for her teacher. You may not be able to read this, but it says, "Me inside my house." Our conversation went a bit like this:

"This is 'Me inside my house.'"

What are you doing inside your house?

"Nothing. Just hanging out. Chillin'."

Chillin'? (raised eyebrows- where does a four year old hear the term, "chillin'?")

"Yeah, just chillin'. Because it's wintertime."

(I was actually hoping she'd tell me where we have rainbow-striped walls in our house, but her description was much much better.)

Headbanging

It was bound to happen sooner or later.


BigM fell off a chair and split open the back of her head. It's a teensy split, but it bled a whole bunch nonetheless. (Sass, G-Pops- relax, this was last Thursday and she most certainly is fine. Her dad is a doctor, don't forget.) But I didn't realize how serious it was until I was getting her up off the floor after consoling, cuddling and reminding of what goes in chairs (bottoms)- and saw her back covered in blood.

I watched enough Grey's Anatomy before Addison left for Private Practice to know that her eyes being slightly dialated could mean she had a concussion (she doesn't) and that the fact that the wound was not spurting blood meant we could skip the ER visit until DM got home from work (which was going to be within 20 minutes.) Had it been lunchtime, I'd have packed us up and headed in. Upon his arrival, he assessed the damage and confirmed my diagnosis that she did not need stiches.

Friday morning when she woke up, the first thing I asked her was, "How does your head feel?"

She pondered the question and very deliberately said, "It only hurts if I yawn."

I suggested that maybe she should do her best not to yawn and she rolled her eyes and said, "I have to do what my brain tells me to do, Mom."

I feel confident in ruling out brain damage as a possible side effect from her injury.

Suck it up, part 2

Day 2, no paci.

She hasn't minded one bit and we're going to wrap them up and give them to our L&D friend to give to the new babies.

Cause every newborn just out of the womb needs a used paci.

Once Upon a Dream, Part Deux

A few nights ago, BigM woke in the middle of the night because she had a nightmare.

I ran up the stairs to comfort her, because that's what moms do. (I also ran up there quickly to comfort her so she wouldn't wake her sister up.)

I was lying in the bed with her all snuggled up next to me and I whispered, "Do you want to tell me what happened in your nightmare?"

She began to tell the tale.

"I was standing with my magic wand, and T was helping me kill all the bogs and one jumped on me, and Daddy grabbed it off of me and he saved me."

{heart melting} "He did? Don't you feel so safe knowing that Daddy will protect you even in your dreams?"

"Yeah, he used a really mean voice and he yelled, 'GET OFF OF HER!' and he saved me."

He is the most awesome Daddy ever.

She fell back asleep almost instantly, so I headed back to my bed. I almost woke DM to tell him he's a hero, but I didn't because I am the most awesome wife ever.