Bad parents

We’ve been at vacation Bible school all week. It’s from 5-8:30. It was Thursday. It was 4pm. I think I’m tired,” says Lil. “You probably are,”I say. “It’s all your fault! You keep me out past 9 o’clock!” Seriously, she totally called me out! Touché Lil, touché.

Ready for bed

We bought the girls new beds. I decided to move the girls into the same bedroom to open up a playroom space. They finally came yesterday. I tied to put the beds together right when they came, and I pretty much did. BUT I came to a piece I just couldn’t figure out. You know those multi-lingual tiny pamphlets only have 6 words on them and some horrible pictures. I called my dad and he came to help me. It took some figuring and drilling but we got the beds together!
My dad calls me later in the evening to tell me what Lily told him. He was drilling and I had let the room. She says to him, “You better hurry up and finish my bed because I am so tired and I need to sleep.” This from the girl who hates to sleep! Seriously, she totally said that!

I’ve been busy, ok?

I’ve seriously been busy. Strike that. The truth is it’s been so long since my last post I can’t remember what happened, seriously. Something with the wordpress app and it logged me out then I couldn’t get back in and I gave up on logging back in. I know. Sad. And super sad for you, or rather me because I know there’s been so many good things the kids have said that I’ve now forgotten. Like Pres’ first week of school. By Thursday he said,”is it over yet? (referring to the week) I’m so tired, I don’t think I’m going to make it.” Or when Lil cut her hair last week and she when asked why, she said, “Be-cuz I hate curls. They bother me!”, as I looked at her little head covered in curls and the three on the floor thinking to myself, as if anyone could cut them all off. Seriously, that totally happened. Why I thought I had escaped a mother’s right of passage is beyond me.
After A parent/teacher conference with Pres’ teacher I was inspired to get back to blogging. Well I’ve finally re-downloaded the app and remembered my log-in after quite a few tries and am ready and waiting for…well, my kids to be my kids.

Brownies

Today Lil and I made brownies. Her cousins were over and since they are 9 and 6 they ( including her siblings) don’t feel the need to play with her. I’m not quite sure why, because she has told me quiet a few times that she is no loner 2 (she’s been 2 since she turned 3) she is now 10. Anyhow I figured I could keep her occupied with helping me in the kitchen so I told her to come close and I’d tell her a secret. “We are going to make brownies, but don’t tell the kids,” I told her so she’d feel special. So there we were in the kitchen making brownies. I was also making dinner. The kids came in here and there and I told them I was making dinner. Lil had to go potty so she ran down the hall yelling, “We are making chicken for dinner! Not making anything else yummy or de-wishous!” I thought that was cute, but not blog worthy. So we ate dinner and got ready for bed and I painted 30 toenails (their cousin is staying over so I had an extra set). Then I pulled out the brownies and some vanilla ice cream.  Lil didn’t want ice cream, she wanted brownies. I told her it’s chocolate. She doesn’t like chocolate. She told me, “It’s ok, I like choc-late now, but no ice cream.” She eats her brownie. She walks over to me. ” This choc-late taste like poop, but it’s chocolate, right?”, she says kinda unsure. Seriously, this totally happened.  She just likened Betty Crocker brownies to poop. ” Yes, that’s chocolate.” “Ok, ” she says and walks away. I’m thinking she still doesn’t like chocolate.

Nutrition Expert

Story from my mom, as I was out in the garage cutting the family’s hair:

While Lil was at my parent’s house she wanted some cheese crackers. I let her have Cheez-its in a limited quantity because they are mostly cheese and flour and her CSID seems to fair better with wheat than any other grain and the balance of dairy seems to sort of balance out the carbs…anyhow,  she pulled out a box of cheese bunny crackers. My dad intercepted her and told her she couldn’t have them. So she turned to the side of the box were the ingredients are and ran her finger across every word on the side of the box as if she was reading it and said to my dad, “See, I can have these.”  She was very certain. Seriously, this totally happened. My 3 year old not only thinks she can read, but also thinks she can determine the amount of carbs/sugar per gram in food.

Not Grapes

Scene: Child’s Birthday party

I walk into the kitchen.
Lil: “Those are not grapes.” ( Little nose all crinkled up and eyes squinting with her little index finger by her cheek, pointing at the counter.)
Me: bewilderment as I look around the counter.
She walks up and points at a container. Yep. She’s right. Those are NOT grapes. Those are chocolate covered espresso beans.
Seriously, she totally thought they were grapes. Good thing she hates chocolate or she’d be bouncing off the walls!

I don’t like Easter!

Seriously, this totally happened a week before Easter. “It’s Easter and I don’t like Easter!”, says Lil as I am putting her to bed on Saturday night. “It’s not Easter tomorrow. It’s Palm Sunday, but why don’t you like Easter?” I ask my toddler who is very upset. “I don’t like bunnies!” “We’ll that’s okay be…” I am cut off. “Why did Jesus make bunnies? I don’t like ’em!” she says as angrily as possible. “Well, I think Jesus must like bunnies, because He made them, but you can always ask Him. Anyhow, Easter isn’t about bunnies and you will learn about it all this week starting tomorrow at church.” She seemed to be ok with that so she went to sleep. I ponder how she is relating bunnies to Easter. I don’t have any in the house. Must be just in the stores. Regardless, and this is the best part…after I pick her up from church I ask her about Easter. She says, “Easter’s cuz Jesus loves us.” Ah, so much better!

Math?!!

Seriously, this totally happened! Little 3 year old Lil just did simple subtraction! I had 2 cheeses and she said, “You have two left?” And then I gave her one and she said, “Now you have one left!” What a big girl!!

She calls it “fire poop”

Seriously, this totally just happened. Lil is sick. She’s been throwing up since 6:30pm on Thursday and its 3:15pm on Saturday. Dad is on the phone with some healthcare provider and they are making him describe her CSID. The provider must have been reading up on it because she asked him about her stools, obviously always a concern with a stomach thing, and he is explaining, “Well, that’s it in nut shell. She eats sugar she gets severe diarrhea.” Next I hear a smirk and I see a smile, “Well it’s what she calls ‘fire poop’.” Those funny things you only say to family can be so silly when you have to say them aloud to strangers.
Poor baby, though. This is the second time she’s had some sort if stomach virus and she just doesn’t do well at all with them. She just can’t kick them at all. We wonder if it has to do with her CSID.

Who she loves most

Seriously this totally happened. Ill set the scene:
Lil is putting on pjs.
Lil: “What dis say?”, pointing to her pj shirt.
Me: “Daddy’s Girl.”
Lil: “No. It say daddy love.”
Me: “No. It actually says daddy’s girl. Are you daddy’s girl?”
Lil: “No. I mama’s girl!”
Me: “Who do you love?”
Lil: “You and Daddy.”
Me: “Who do you love most?”
Lil: “Jesus!”
Love that baby.