[Winter butterfly] This totally looks like a cold, possibly wet butterfly. Or is it really a pear? They’re so much alike!
Today my three-year-old took a pear from the fridge and said, “Oooh, it’s cold like a cold butterfly.”
Then I rinsed it off for her, and she said, “Now it’s wet like a wet, cold butterfly.”
She’s really good with those similes, isn’t she?
But her best comment was when I was helping her get her leggings on. Those suckers can be tough sometimes. She was slowly pushing her leg through. When she was nearly at the end, she said, Read the rest of this entry
My middle child dutifully recited the days of the week: “Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Read the rest of this entry
If you are still reading, then you can’t say I didn’t warn you. (Forgive me that there will be no pictures to illustrate this post.)
Ever since our youngest started using the potty many moons ago, her bowels have become a family affair. The older sisters love to see her creations, often assigning a shape and/or name. “Look, it’s an ‘L’!” Or “a snake!” Or “a G!” Once it was even called the great euphemism of “moonlight.” Your guess is as good as mine on that one.
But this one really took the … Well, you’ll see. Read the rest of this entry
Pouty (Photo credit: ‘Playingwithbrushes’)
For one thing, our six-year-old takes pouting to a whole new extreme. When we were all out and about and desperately hungry, we hit a drive thru. Evidently, it was not at our daughter’s restaurant of choice. She sat in her seat, silent, but wearing the puffiest lower lip imaginable. Then I actually saw her reach up and feel her lips to be sure they were in a downward position, lest she make some mistake in conveying her feelings on the matter!
But what’s even better was the night my husband tucked her in Read the rest of this entry
Nearing dinner time, my husband walked into the bedroom and discovered me wrapped in a blanket, with a book in my hands. He prudently announced that he would make dinner.
Out in the kitchen, our eight-year-old asked him, “What’s for dinner?”
He said, “Sausage.”
“How do you know? Did mom tell you?” Read the rest of this entry
My granddaughter stood unmoving for the longest time, staring into a corner.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Watching a Read the rest of this entry
Look! Another post!
Fair warning: This post has nothing to do with children, unless you include me, as I am a child of my mother, whom this post is about. (You got all that?)
My mother was speaking recently with her friend, “Joan”, who is the editor of the local newspaper. “Joan” intends to publish a review of my mom’s book, Around the World in 80 Years, about her father’s many amazing adventures at sea.
In the course of their conversation, Joan mentioned that it’s difficult to keep reporters on staff for long periods of time because of her inability to pay them well. My mom suggested that, as Joan is married to a doctor, she could offer her employees free medical care.
“Do you know what kind of doctor my husband is?” Joan asked.
“No. . .” answered my mother. Read the rest of this entry
Australian Green Tree Frog (Wikipedia)
“Where’s my other flower shoe?” my five-year-old daughter asked.
“That’s a good question,” responded my husband.
“That’s not a good question,” said my eight-year-old daughter. “‘How many Read the rest of this entry
Faucet in a Japanese park (Wikipedia) That’s not water, kid.
When my son was nearing two-years-old, we decided it was time to start the process of potty training. The first step in this procedure was the “show and tell” portion. Well, my son decided the “show” part was pretty cool. In fact, he thought dad had a built in faucet, and that it was a good time to Read the rest of this entry
I recently visited my daughter and four grandchildren, aged two to eight. When I left I went to each grandchild for a hug and kiss. When I got to the two-year-old I knelt down and hugged and kissed her. I rocked back on my heels as she gave me the royal wave of good-bye. How cute, I thought. Then she extended her little arm, Read the rest of this entry