Taking a nap (Photo credit: JohnFinn)
My nearly three-year-old daughter is transitioning away from taking naps. She yawns in the afternoons but isn’t tired enough to actually fall asleep. When she laid down on the couch and pulled a blanket on herself, I held my arms out to her and asked, “Do you want me to carry you to your room for a nap?”
She brushed my hands away and said, Read the rest of this entry
This mom has it easy.
Tonight my three-year-old son said to me, “Momma, you’re nice. Thank you for wiping my butt. Yeah, because I can’t reach my butt, and you help me. You’re so Read the rest of this entry
My two-year-old ran outside announcing, “I have shoes on! I have shoes on!” I was pleased that she remembered that step for once. Unfortunately, Read the rest of this entry
Dang, this thing looks good! Who wants to join me for coffee and a muffin? (A Starbucks Coffee muffin Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Some of you may have seen this already, but I’m sure it’s worth another read. It was sent to me by a follower for your entertainment. (Thank you, Ginny!)
If You Give a Mom a Muffin
If you give a mom a muffin, she’ll want a cup of coffee to go with it. So she’ll pour herself some.
The coffee will get spilled by her three year old. She’ll wipe it up.
Wiping up the floor, she will find some dirty socks. She’ll remember she has to do some laundry. Read the rest of this entry
Plastic Lei (Photo credit: sandy.redding)
After a luau-themed school picnic, my seven-year-old came home with several different colors of plastic leis. When her two-year-old “Queen of Destruction” sister grabbed a hold of one, she became very nervous. Trying to pull it away would almost ensure a torn lei and asking nicely for its safe return having proved fruitless, she instructed her little sister, “Don’t break or tear it.”
The younger, bent on the mess potential all this frilly plastic could create, but still wanting to be obedient to her big sister, responded, Read the rest of this entry
Not a child’s toy.
Seven-year-old, G: Mom, L [four-years-old] has the tape again, and she’s trying to hide the picture she’s making from you so you won’t see it and know she’s using the tape.
Me: Please take the tape away from her. She knows she’s not supposed to have it.
(Several minutes later) G: Mom, L took the tape again, even though I told her not to. And she told me not to tell you.
L from the other room: Don’t tell Mom!
G: When she tells me not to tell you, I will tell you. Read the rest of this entry
The two-year-old was complaining about something in the other room while my husband was telling me about something important that had happened at work that day. We were both fully prepared to just go on ignoring her until she came into the room to be sure that we could bear the full brunt of her futile protesting. She got too loud for us to hear each other speak. (Oh, come on, parents. You’ve never ignored your child’s complaints?) Then finally my husband yelled, “Hey, I’m talking!” To which she replied, Read the rest of this entry