More Singing

Continuing with her theme of holiday songs, my daughter recently sang, "It's the worst wonderful time of the year." 

Blooming Trees

My nephew recently came for a visit, and our community is abound with Christmas lights.  I asked him if he liked them, and he poetically observed that the trees were in winter bloom. 

Sugar Addict

My oldest son loves sweets.  I can't fault him--I do too. 

Tonight, I really missed out on a nomination for mother of the year--for dinner, we had cereal.  I'd had a long hard day.  I didn't want to cook.  I didn't want fast food.  And I didn't want to brave a restaurant during the Friday night dinner rush.  So we had cereal.  Well, my oldest refused to eat cereal.  He refused everything I offered him.  So I left him to fend for himself.  And his choice was toast, one slice with jelly, and one slice with cinnamon sugar.  About half way into eating, he asked if he could have root beer to drink.  I said no.  Thirty seconds later, I hear him stirring chocolate syrup into a glass of milk.

Holiday Spirit

My daughter has been singing holiday songs for a few weeks.  Her most recent song has a slight modification... "Deck the halls with chocolate syrup, fa la la la la, la la la la."

His Opinion

I said to my middle child last night, "Hey come here... I'd like to get your opinion on something."  And he says, "Did you say pinata???"

No Discretion

My daughter and I were sitting together recently, each of us enjoying a small snack.  She chimes in and says to me, "Mommy, you're getting a belly like [my teacher]."  (Who happens to be about eight months pregnant.)

I guess maybe I should do a bit less snacking.

Honesty

My middle child was very honest the other day.  My dad, who is well known throughout the family to lay in the floor and sleep, did indeed lay down in the floor with the intention of going to sleep.  The middle child witnessed this and said, "Granddad, please just don't snore too loud."

From my middle child

Randomly...

"Do you like pimentos?"

When Referring to Her Socks This Morning

"Mama, when I was smaller, these were bigger."

Attitude at the dinner table

(This is a not-so-cute quote, but one worth documenting.)

At dinner recently my husband was telling our oldest to stop talking so that he could eat.  Our youngest said to Daddy, without missing a beat and with a bit of attitude, "YOU'RE talking."

Oh dear.  I have two argumentative and defensive peas-in-a-pod.  Lord, please help me.  When they start plotting together against me, I hope somebody has my back.

From the daughter

"Mommy, when I'm running, my cheeks start bumping."

As relayed to me by her caregiver

My daughter's caregiver called me this morning, only about 20 minutes after I dropped her off.  She told me my daughter said I was sick and that she needed to go home and be with me.  What a precious little thing she is!

"I can't hug you"

My middle child was holding his arms in a careful, sheltered way this morning when he woke up.  He said they were hurting.  He told me not to squeeze them, because that would make it hurt worse.

I said, "Okay, I'll just hug you." 

MC: "I can't hug you back; it will hurt too much." 

Me: "That's alright, you can hug me with your heart." 

MC: "How do you do that?"