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The budding fashionista

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My children were watching a cartoon movie. It was one that they’d seen before. As such, I was rather confused when my four-year-old daughter quickly covered her eyes during one part. Usually once they’ve seen a movie for the first time, the scary parts aren’t so scary on subsequent viewings. But when I checked the screen, I saw that it wasn’t at all a scary scene.

“What’s the matter?” I asked my daughter.

“I just can’t watch this part,” she said.

“Why not?”

I could hardly believe her answer. Read the rest of this entry

You lost me at “Goodnight”

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My 18-month-old daughter kept pointing to the full moon in the book Goodnight Moon and then at the crescent-shaped one on the wall that the cow was jumping over. My husband decided to supply her with, “Well, Sweetheart, sometimes the moon is full when the earth is not blocking it from the sun, and the crescent shape comes from when…[yada yada yada...]” When he finished he said, “Do you understand?”

She nodded her head diligently.

Then I said, “Daddy, Read the rest of this entry

Speaking of that MBA child…

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When negotiations don’t work, there’s always this method…

It was time for me to start making dinner. My six-year-old asked what we were having. I told her sausage, potatoes, and corn or carrots. I even let her VOTE on corn or carrots. (She chose corn. Typical.) But then she decided she wasn’t a big fan of sausage and potatoes and asked if there were any other options. I did sort of feel like making tuna casserole since I had plenty of time for cooking, unlike some nights where sausage is the easy last-minute prep meal. So, I told her tuna was an option.

First she said, “Ohh, I don’t like that.”

I reminded her that she and her sisters always eat it up when I make it. Suddenly her eyes brightened as if remembering, so she wrapped her arms around my waist, squeezed me in a big hug, looked up at me with her beautiful green eyes, and said quietly but intensely, Read the rest of this entry

Three-year-olds, am I right?

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Winter butterfly

[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

This is a story about poop

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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

What do kids know anyway?

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When my daughter was about three-years-old, we were playing in her room one morning . I had not even showered, brushed my hair, or anything.  We were sitting on the floor and hugging each other, and she looked up at me and said, Read the rest of this entry

Everyone needs to pull her weight. Or eat her weight.

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Rice Krispies

“Snap, crackle, pop”? More like “Crunch, crunch, crunch” as they’re stepped on.

I told my six and four-year-old girls that, no, they cannot open that new box of cereal they want until they finish some of the plethora of nearly finished cereal boxes we already have. They agreed and began eating some of the old cereal without complaint, so I walked away to get some work done.

After a while I decided it had gotten rather quiet in the kitchen. Too quiet.

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Take the balloons. Leave the money.

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Cover of "The Godfather (Widescreen Editi...

This picture has nothing to do with the story. I’m just using it for the sake of those who might not have gotten my “Take the cannoli; leave the gun” reference in the title of this post. Get it now? You’re welcome.

We had a party at our house a few weeks ago to celebrate my daughter’s Confirmation.  At one point during the day, I went into the bedroom and found my two nieces, four and five-years-old, tying their balloons to a candle stand and playing with the change jar my husband keeps in our room. I told them, “You girls shouldn’t be playing in here. Why don’t you take your balloons in the other room?”  They complied quickly, untying their balloons, then pausing to ask, “Can we Read the rest of this entry