We try to be anatomically correct when referring to body parts, I think that's important with young kids. But we aren't consistent like we should be and use various terms...so maybe we're not doing as well in this department as I though. At least they'll be well-rounded, right? I think mostly that this has caused Chicken some confusion.
Chicken: WAAAH! My peener hurts!
Me: What?
Chicken: My peener! It 'quished!
Daddy: SHHH! Mommy get him to be quiet!
Chicken: My peener quished in my diaper!!
Me: Oh. Ok. Shh shh......let's fix your diaper.....
Of course it had to be smack in the middle of a quiet church meeting when this outburst occurred.
Oh noodles.
"Edee" and "Chicken" are nicknames for my two little rascals. The names originated from how my daughter would pronounce both her own and little brother's name when she first started talking. They've stuck. Chicken may live to regret that someday....
Friday, July 24, 2015
Thursday, July 16, 2015
Tushie
Edee has a problem keeping her pants up. We've tried many different kids of pants and have just kind of settled on wearing dresses more often.
One day as she was walking by with pants hanging low, I picked her up by her pants waist.
Me: Pull up dem pants, girl!
Edee: Awwww Mom! You gave me a tushie!!
Me: I gave you a tushie??
Edee: Yeah!!
Me: I gave you a bum??
Edee: No you gave me the when my underwear id IN my bum!
Me: You must mean a wedgie.
Edee: Ha ha ha ha, oh wight. A wedgie. Ha ha ha.
As long as she knows and understands these things before kindergarten, we're good.
One day as she was walking by with pants hanging low, I picked her up by her pants waist.
Me: Pull up dem pants, girl!
Edee: Awwww Mom! You gave me a tushie!!
Me: I gave you a tushie??
Edee: Yeah!!
Me: I gave you a bum??
Edee: No you gave me the when my underwear id IN my bum!
Me: You must mean a wedgie.
Edee: Ha ha ha ha, oh wight. A wedgie. Ha ha ha.
As long as she knows and understands these things before kindergarten, we're good.
Sunday, July 12, 2015
Fungi
We always seem to have the most interesting family discussions driving to church. Today's initial topic: Fungi.
Edee: Why are dere mushrooms?
Me: They are a fungus. They aren't plants, but the mushrooms grow kind of like plants.
Edee: Why aren't they plants?
Me: They are different...plants have different parts than fungi. A lot of fungi help things decompose. Like they eat dead trees and plants and animals and stuff. To break it down so it can turn into dirt.
Edee: Dey eat trees and animals? Why do dey do dat?
Me: It.....well....okay, hmmmm..... you know how Simba's daddy tells him about the circle of life? He tells them, "that the antelope eat the grass, and we eat the antelope, and when we die our bodies become the grass." Remember that? Then the antelope will eat the grass again, and the lions will eat the antelope, and when the lions die, fungi will help the body decompose and turn into grass.
Chicken: Wa! Mommy I don wan to be gass!!
Daddy: You won't have to worry about that. If you die we'll probably put you in a box.
Me: Daddy!!
Chicken: WAAAAAA!!!! (head down, *wimper, wimper*)
Me (to Daddy): I cannot believe you just said that!
Daddy: (laughs)
Chicken: (starting to cry louder)
Me: Don't worry Chicken, you don't have to worry about that.....for a long time.....shh shh, you're okay.
Daddy: (still laughing)
Chicken: I don't want to be dead!
Me: You are not going to die!.... well....you aren't going to die anytime soon....it's not anything you need to worry about right now! Your spirit will go up to heaven so you don't have to worry about it and you'll be resurrected..... Daddy--stop laughing, it's not funny, he's devastated right now. Ugh, why don't we just get a fail grade for parenting already and be done with it already!!?
The bad news is that Chicken may traumatized about death now, but the good news is that this just heightened Edee's interest in fungi. If that can be considered good news....
At least we have a good family home evening topic picked out for tomorrow already: The Plan of Salvation :)
Edee: Why are dere mushrooms?
Me: They are a fungus. They aren't plants, but the mushrooms grow kind of like plants.
Edee: Why aren't they plants?
Me: They are different...plants have different parts than fungi. A lot of fungi help things decompose. Like they eat dead trees and plants and animals and stuff. To break it down so it can turn into dirt.
Edee: Dey eat trees and animals? Why do dey do dat?
Me: It.....well....okay, hmmmm..... you know how Simba's daddy tells him about the circle of life? He tells them, "that the antelope eat the grass, and we eat the antelope, and when we die our bodies become the grass." Remember that? Then the antelope will eat the grass again, and the lions will eat the antelope, and when the lions die, fungi will help the body decompose and turn into grass.
Chicken: Wa! Mommy I don wan to be gass!!
Daddy: You won't have to worry about that. If you die we'll probably put you in a box.
Me: Daddy!!
Chicken: WAAAAAA!!!! (head down, *wimper, wimper*)
Me (to Daddy): I cannot believe you just said that!
Daddy: (laughs)
Chicken: (starting to cry louder)
Me: Don't worry Chicken, you don't have to worry about that.....for a long time.....shh shh, you're okay.
Daddy: (still laughing)
Chicken: I don't want to be dead!
Me: You are not going to die!.... well....you aren't going to die anytime soon....it's not anything you need to worry about right now! Your spirit will go up to heaven so you don't have to worry about it and you'll be resurrected..... Daddy--stop laughing, it's not funny, he's devastated right now. Ugh, why don't we just get a fail grade for parenting already and be done with it already!!?
The bad news is that Chicken may traumatized about death now, but the good news is that this just heightened Edee's interest in fungi. If that can be considered good news....
At least we have a good family home evening topic picked out for tomorrow already: The Plan of Salvation :)
Friday, July 3, 2015
Cute...
Getting ready for the day.
Edee: Mommy, do I look cute?
Me: Yes, you look cute.
Edee: And den everyone will see me and say, "Oh dat girl is so cute".
Me: Uh....well....okay, so it's fun to look cute, but that's not what's important. It's more important to be kind and loving and be like Jesus....
Later that day we are heading on a train downtown. I see Edee looking out the window....only to notice she's admiring her own reflection in the window. Little head tosses and batting eyelashes and all.
How did we get to this point, and how do we make it stop?
Edee: Mommy, do I look cute?
Me: Yes, you look cute.
Edee: And den everyone will see me and say, "Oh dat girl is so cute".
Me: Uh....well....okay, so it's fun to look cute, but that's not what's important. It's more important to be kind and loving and be like Jesus....
Later that day we are heading on a train downtown. I see Edee looking out the window....only to notice she's admiring her own reflection in the window. Little head tosses and batting eyelashes and all.
How did we get to this point, and how do we make it stop?
Love
Bedtime snuggling with Chicken--
Chicken: Mommy, I luff you a yot of many times.
Me: I love you a lot of many times too. What would I do without my Chicken?
Chicken: Get on a tain (train). I would get on a geen (green) tain by my yelf (self). And den I would go up. Den I would say, 'Mommy, come wiff me.'
Me: Oh, okay. I would come with you.
I definitely feel the love from my little guy.
Chicken: Mommy, I luff you a yot of many times.
Me: I love you a lot of many times too. What would I do without my Chicken?
Chicken: Get on a tain (train). I would get on a geen (green) tain by my yelf (self). And den I would go up. Den I would say, 'Mommy, come wiff me.'
Me: Oh, okay. I would come with you.
I definitely feel the love from my little guy.
Happy Birthday America
We started celebrating the Fourth of July a couple days early since we have a long weekend. We went to see fireworks on the 2nd (which was terrifying for two year old Chicken--who had his hands tightly clamped over his ears, mouth and eyes shut). He hopped up when it was over and clapped his hands, yelling "Happy Birthday America!" with the rest of us, more happy that it was over than anything.
This morning (the 3rd) I made the kids American Flag pancakes--nothing fancy--leftover pancakes from the fridge with blueberries, strawberries, and bananas "striped" on it.
As I'm taking a picture:
Me: Chicken, say "Happy Birthday America!!"
Chicken: Happy Bur-day Ame-wica!
Me (as I set down my phone): Good job!
Chicken: Wait! I wan to say it to him!!
Me: No....no one is on the phone. America isn't a person!
Chicken: But I wan to say it to him! He be sad!!!
Edee: Ha ha ha!! Ha ha Chicken.....why isn't America a person?
I try to give the simplest explanation I could, which of course ended up being complicated and lengthy instead.
Me: .....I know it's hard to understand. You'll understand at some point.
Edee: Okay.....um. Mom, I don't understand yet.
Me: I meant sometime when you're older.
So much confusion in the world! But really, what do they care? They get fireworks and treats and that's what really matters when you are two and four.
This morning (the 3rd) I made the kids American Flag pancakes--nothing fancy--leftover pancakes from the fridge with blueberries, strawberries, and bananas "striped" on it.
As I'm taking a picture:
Me: Chicken, say "Happy Birthday America!!"
Chicken: Happy Bur-day Ame-wica!
Me (as I set down my phone): Good job!
Chicken: Wait! I wan to say it to him!!
Me: No....no one is on the phone. America isn't a person!
Chicken: But I wan to say it to him! He be sad!!!
Edee: Ha ha ha!! Ha ha Chicken.....why isn't America a person?
I try to give the simplest explanation I could, which of course ended up being complicated and lengthy instead.
Me: .....I know it's hard to understand. You'll understand at some point.
Edee: Okay.....um. Mom, I don't understand yet.
Me: I meant sometime when you're older.
So much confusion in the world! But really, what do they care? They get fireworks and treats and that's what really matters when you are two and four.
Disaster
Edee and I have a tradition where we paint our toenails red, white, and blue for the 4th of July. This year, after Edee's insistence, I let her paint her nails by herself. She's four and a half. You can imagine how it went. I stifled the annoyed feeling, laughed instead and grabbed my phone to take a picture.
Me: Hold still Edee, I want to get a picture.
Edee: Awwww Mom!! No!! It is a disaster!!!
Me: Ha, what? A disaster? Did I say that?
Edee: No, I did.
Me: No, I know you did, but did I just say it before you?
Edee: No. I just said it.
Me: Ha ha okay. Maybe it is a little bit of a disaster.
--pause-
Edee: What's a disaster?
Ha ha. Totally worth the nail polish remover and hassle.
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