So a couple of weeks ago I did a Wordless Wednesday (and looking at those pictures still makes me smile)... today I thought I'd try the opposite and do a Wordful Wednesday. A post with no pictures - very odd for me. And kindof hard for a visual person like myself to do... It's fun to experiment, and makes me think about the blog in a new way which is always good...Anyways! I give you:
Three parenting stories that were too long to fit into a tweet:
So Matt was home sick yesterday with the
death cold that has our entire household at a standstill. With the prospect of bedtime looming I
punted for dinner and made a Chipotle run.
Of course my daughter wanted to come with me. I didn't want to bring her but couldn't explain why so threw her
in the car anyways. This was the car
ride home:
"I want my tia
(tortilla)." "do you have my
tia mommy?" "can I please
have my tia?" "where's my
tia." "Is my tia in the front
seat?" "Can you give it to
me?" "But I want to eat it
NOW."
Oh.
That's why.
But the Chipotle love isn't limited
to the 2 year old. Her little
brother? Whined between bites because we
couldn't get the black beans into his facehole fast enough.
Honestly sometimes I think my kids
are just my Id running free. I totally
wanted to tear into my burrito in the car and eat it as fast as humanly
possible.
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This conversation happened the other day:
"Take this book, Mommy, because
it's for Thanksgiving and Thanksgiving is over. We past it."
"yup. Past it. It's Christmas
time now."
"Not yet. Not Christmastime yet. Almost.
I have to clean my room then we can put the Christmas tree. And I haveta ask Santa for the Frog Moonie
Moonie, and a Beauty and the Beast Book, and some New Crayons, and I haveta say
Please."
So she has that all figured out.
I ordered all of the items on her
list that night.
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A guy cut me off and stole my
parking space at the store the other day.
I was IRATE. He waved. To which I showed great restraint
considering I have two kids in the car and responded:
"Wave? Really?!!!
Wave!!! Yeah I have a finger to
wave at you, buddy."
"What finger, Mommy?"
Uh huh...