Just a few diddies, in no particular order…
I had Annie on her floor mat, working on rolling over. Ellie came over, intrigued by what was going on.
“Ellie, want to help me teach Annie how to roll over?” I asked.
“Sure. I got this. Watch.” And I did watch as Ellie unceremoniously pushed Annie over. “There. Done.”
Annie, because she’s cool as a cucumber, was unfazed.
As we pulled into the Peapod Pick Up location, I told the girls to say “hi” to Peapod.
“Hi Peapod! We are here! How are you today?” asked Ellie.
“Oh, I’m OK. I’m just tired and taking a nap,” answered Carrie in a squeaky voice, apparently in-character as the Peapod building.
This happens nearly every morning at breakfast: Ellie gulps down her orange juice just as I’ve started feeding Annie her long-awaited, much-deserved cereal and/or bottle. As I explain to Ellie that I am feeding Annie and cannot get her more juice, she says, “OK, fine, I’ll feed her, you get me some juice, OK?” Girlfriend is a logistics queen already!
Ellie, upon realizing we have a library book that needs to go back, delivered the following monologue.
“Mommy. OK. So, we can ONLY keep a library book for SEVERAL days. We cannot keep it forever. We have to return it, OK?” Her little eyebrows went up and she nodded her head. “OK. So, we can go tomorrow, OK Mommy? And when we go there, we can get WHATEVER we want. First, we can go down the movie aisle. And then we can go down the book aisle, OK, Mommy? OK. Good. Here, let me show you this book.” At this point she started paging through the book a la Vanna White. I couldn’t stop giggling.
“I want a (fill in the blank).” This question is asked daily in a whiney, plaintive, accusing voice by both of my children. I hate it. I always correct them.
But they Just. Don’t. Get. It.
So instead, I’ve started responding with, “Well, I want an oompa-loompa!”
At first, that response stopped the whining as they pondered what I requested.
A few days after I started this response, their Auntie Cay-Cay said, “I want a drink of water.”
The twins responded, “Well, our mom wants an oompa-loompa!”
A storm came through a week or so ago, resulting in a lot of downed tree branches in my parents’ neighborhood. We drove through to survey the damage. Carrie’s eyes became as big as saucers as she took in the scene.
“Wow. This was a LARGE storm!” Then, deftly, Carrie merged the world she saw with her imagination. “Let me look at my phone. Oh wow. Yes, this was a LARGE storm. Mom, do you see the trees? It was a LARGE storm. We should call Grandma Gigi and tell her. I think there were bad lizards. Mom, can you use your real phone and see if there is another LARGE storm coming? We better tell Grandma Gigi about the bad lizards.”
After thinking about what she may have meant when she said, “bad lizards”, I finally deduced that she meant blizzards.
“Honey, do you mean blizzards?” I asked.
“Yes. Bad lizards!” she replied.
“Oh, no, it’s not bad lizards, it’s blizzards. Like lots of snow and wind. That’s a blizzard.”
Carrie was not impressed. I am sure that a bunch of naughty reptiles raining down from the sky seemed a lot more interesting.
Carrie, upon eating a Skittle, said,”Mommy, this jelly bean (she knows not what she eats) tastes like an eyeball: sweet and squishy.”
… Um, what?
That is all for now…