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My son is learning to play Monopoly. He is passionate about it. When he is succeeding (which in his world is buying properties, he has little interest in collecting rent -- like his mother, he is better at spending than he is buying), he leans back, laces his fingers together behind his head, and states, "this is the life".
I have at times, questioned my path, but it is moments like this that bring my life in clear perspective. Today, I watched my son walk a balance beam. I watched my daughter inhale a milkshake in the lap of her great grandmother, smiling with each sip and slurp. Together they splashed me like the Titanic going down as they demonstrated their ever-growing swim skills in our small backyard pool. And as I write this, he is setting up the Monopoly board yet again.
So as the summer days wane and I look to the scheduling serenity of the school year, I am taking this moment to embrace the last of the summer chaos and remember that yes this is the life!
Showing posts with label The Diva. Show all posts
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Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Friday, July 23, 2010
Day 329 or It's Friday, I'm Fragmented and a Little Bit Green
The last week have been really listening to the things my kids have had to say -- some silly, some profound, and some just darn funny. So in honor of Friday Fragments, I thought that I would share some wisdom from the mouths of babes.
My daughter still speaks a great deal about her grandfather that passed last winter. She also speaks a lot about angels. This week she told me about how she was an angel before she was born. She told me that she was waiting to come to Earth. Now she hasn't been exposed to the Well of Souls so I have no idea where this came from but it was super sincere. She then started an even deeper discussion about how people can be "in her heart". I attempted to explain that when someone dies, they never leave us, that they will always be in our hearts. Well, she then wanted to know how they could get there because her heart was inside. She was concerned that there might not be enough room. It is so sweet how literal she is and reminds of the beauty of child-vision.
On the other side of this coin, my son on a completely different day, started a conversation about ghosts. But should you ever need to put into relief the difference between how a six-year old boy thinks from a three year-old girl thinks, here it is. We were in the car and as a good six-year old boy is known to do, he passed gas. I called him on it and he told me that a ghost did it. I answered that ghosts don't have gas. He then replied that they did not have "hineys". He furthered that ghosts also did not go to the bathroom because they did not have penises. So there you go. Important information to know, right?
My daughter has also begun telling me that she is too busy for me as she has work. (Personally, her "work" looks more like mess-making than I might prefer, but what are you going to do?) This one hurt a little because I actually went back to work this summer. And, when I make a mistake, she says, "You didn't know, Mommy. You didn't know". So you heard it first here, folks, I didn't know.
On a completely different note, I am still having issues with my iPhone after it is was "improved". Since the ill-fated update, the phone says that vibrate is set for sound or silent but it has not worked since the change. Any suggestions?I need my vibration, you know. I know that some of you are tech savvy, if you have ideas, please share.
This week, I was inspired by my new IRL friend, Erin, I re-visited my commitment to being green, I wrote more about it in my other blog Cold Comfort Living. I have failed a lot lately but I am ready to do better. I am proud, however, of what we are doing for Heifer International. The latest tally of $220 buys a goat, two flocks of chicks, and a tree! Yay! That's got be good and green!
Finally, here is my profund thought of the day. I am watching Veggie Tales with my daughter. The veggies are eating fruit. Is that akin to cannibalism? I don't know but it just doesn't seem quite right. Just sayin. :-)
So there we are. Check out Mrs. 4444 at Half Past Kissing Time and join in the Fragmented Fun!
My daughter still speaks a great deal about her grandfather that passed last winter. She also speaks a lot about angels. This week she told me about how she was an angel before she was born. She told me that she was waiting to come to Earth. Now she hasn't been exposed to the Well of Souls so I have no idea where this came from but it was super sincere. She then started an even deeper discussion about how people can be "in her heart". I attempted to explain that when someone dies, they never leave us, that they will always be in our hearts. Well, she then wanted to know how they could get there because her heart was inside. She was concerned that there might not be enough room. It is so sweet how literal she is and reminds of the beauty of child-vision.
On the other side of this coin, my son on a completely different day, started a conversation about ghosts. But should you ever need to put into relief the difference between how a six-year old boy thinks from a three year-old girl thinks, here it is. We were in the car and as a good six-year old boy is known to do, he passed gas. I called him on it and he told me that a ghost did it. I answered that ghosts don't have gas. He then replied that they did not have "hineys". He furthered that ghosts also did not go to the bathroom because they did not have penises. So there you go. Important information to know, right?
My daughter has also begun telling me that she is too busy for me as she has work. (Personally, her "work" looks more like mess-making than I might prefer, but what are you going to do?) This one hurt a little because I actually went back to work this summer. And, when I make a mistake, she says, "You didn't know, Mommy. You didn't know". So you heard it first here, folks, I didn't know.
On a completely different note, I am still having issues with my iPhone after it is was "improved". Since the ill-fated update, the phone says that vibrate is set for sound or silent but it has not worked since the change. Any suggestions?I need my vibration, you know. I know that some of you are tech savvy, if you have ideas, please share.
This week, I was inspired by my new IRL friend, Erin, I re-visited my commitment to being green, I wrote more about it in my other blog Cold Comfort Living. I have failed a lot lately but I am ready to do better. I am proud, however, of what we are doing for Heifer International. The latest tally of $220 buys a goat, two flocks of chicks, and a tree! Yay! That's got be good and green!
Finally, here is my profund thought of the day. I am watching Veggie Tales with my daughter. The veggies are eating fruit. Is that akin to cannibalism? I don't know but it just doesn't seem quite right. Just sayin. :-)
So there we are. Check out Mrs. 4444 at Half Past Kissing Time and join in the Fragmented Fun!
Friday, July 2, 2010
Day 309 or Hurricane, Thy Name is Isabella
So you may have noticed that this week I have not fared so well with my promise to post daily. It has been one hurricane of a week. Now that Alex has proven to be a non-event for us Texans (I am sorry for those who have suffered in Central America), I feel I can vent a little about how this little hurricane has wreaked big havoc on my life.
My husband was not home a full two days before he was called to one city for this storm. A city away from his family. Two days later when we had made a plan to join in him in that city, he was sent to yet another city. This is confusing and frustrating for adults. It is hard for my steadfast six year old son. It has been out and out devastating to my daughter.
She does not understand any of it. What she knows is that she is now spending the better part of a third week away from her dad. She understands that the plans keep changing. She understands that her routine is gone, her life is in flux, and basically nothing is normal. In three year old terms, this is more Category Five than One.
And what I understand is that she is as unpredictable as a rogue wave or pop-up tornado. Her emotions are as choppy and uneven as the waves raging in the Gulf (okay maybe I need to chill on the Hurricane metaphors) and I literally can't keep up. One minute she is her lovely self and without warning her war flags are waving (technically nautical, not Hurricane!) or she is dissolved into tears for the slightest infraction by her brother or myself.
Tomorrow afternoon, he should get the all clear and we should reunite together under one roof for at least week. Until then, batten the hatches (again, really nautical) and say a prayer for me because this captain is tired, looking for her "Candle on the Water" so she may pull this ship in for the night.
I'll be your candle on the water
My love for you will always burn
I know you're lost and drifting
But the clouds are lifting
Don't give up you'll have somewhere to turn
I'll be your candle on the water
'Till ev'ry wave is warm and bright
My soul is there beside you
Let this candle guide you
Soon you'll see a golden stream of light
A cold and friendless tide has found you
Don't let the stormy darkness pull you down
I'll paint a ray of hope around you
Circling in the air
Lighted by a prayer
I'll be your candle on the water
This flame inside of me will grow
Keep holding on you'll make it
Here's my hand so take it
Look for me reaching out to show
As sure as rivers flow
I'll never let you go
I'll never let you go
I'll never let you go...
P.S. For those of you who know my blog well, I did consider Styx's "Come Sail Away" but good old Helen's anthem from Pete's Dragon won out by a nose. Maybe tomorrow night I will be set for smooth sailing and then I might be ready to sail away to freedom with DeYoung and crew. 'Til then, smooth sailing to you and yours.
My husband was not home a full two days before he was called to one city for this storm. A city away from his family. Two days later when we had made a plan to join in him in that city, he was sent to yet another city. This is confusing and frustrating for adults. It is hard for my steadfast six year old son. It has been out and out devastating to my daughter.
She does not understand any of it. What she knows is that she is now spending the better part of a third week away from her dad. She understands that the plans keep changing. She understands that her routine is gone, her life is in flux, and basically nothing is normal. In three year old terms, this is more Category Five than One.
And what I understand is that she is as unpredictable as a rogue wave or pop-up tornado. Her emotions are as choppy and uneven as the waves raging in the Gulf (okay maybe I need to chill on the Hurricane metaphors) and I literally can't keep up. One minute she is her lovely self and without warning her war flags are waving (technically nautical, not Hurricane!) or she is dissolved into tears for the slightest infraction by her brother or myself.
Tomorrow afternoon, he should get the all clear and we should reunite together under one roof for at least week. Until then, batten the hatches (again, really nautical) and say a prayer for me because this captain is tired, looking for her "Candle on the Water" so she may pull this ship in for the night.
I'll be your candle on the water
My love for you will always burn
I know you're lost and drifting
But the clouds are lifting
Don't give up you'll have somewhere to turn
I'll be your candle on the water
'Till ev'ry wave is warm and bright
My soul is there beside you
Let this candle guide you
Soon you'll see a golden stream of light
A cold and friendless tide has found you
Don't let the stormy darkness pull you down
I'll paint a ray of hope around you
Circling in the air
Lighted by a prayer
I'll be your candle on the water
This flame inside of me will grow
Keep holding on you'll make it
Here's my hand so take it
Look for me reaching out to show
As sure as rivers flow
I'll never let you go
I'll never let you go
I'll never let you go...
P.S. For those of you who know my blog well, I did consider Styx's "Come Sail Away" but good old Helen's anthem from Pete's Dragon won out by a nose. Maybe tomorrow night I will be set for smooth sailing and then I might be ready to sail away to freedom with DeYoung and crew. 'Til then, smooth sailing to you and yours.
Friday, May 14, 2010
Day 260 or The Honeymoon is Over
Remember that glowing post I wrote yesterday about the beauty of coming home to my children? How they seemed to appreciate me more? Were you laughing then, knowing that the other shoe would drop? That somehow, some way they would make me pay for those days of relaxation and those nights of unhindered sleep? And that they would choose the night that their father worked to do so?
I don't know what pod appeared in our home this afternoon but my children were replaced by an insane alien breed that cannot stop bickering, crying, and/or saying "Mommy" 12 times every minute. They have fought, thrown toys, screamed at the top of their lungs, and kicked the wall.
I swear that every ounce of residual cruise high has gone LOW.
And yet, I sit here laughing. Not because I need a straight jacket, though that is still a possibility -- stand by, boys. Not because my daughter just mooned me. She did. Seriously. But because my son just disappeared to his room and returned claiming that he had just put something on his blog. Yes. You read that right. He told me that baby was being so silly that he posted it on his blog and now everyone can read it. He's six, ladies and gentlemen. Yet in 2010, my six year old has created an imaginary blog wherein he can document his life.
And what do I do? I run to my blog to share it! He then sees me typing and says, "It that your blog, Mommy?" Oh, dear. I feel a lot like Dr. Frankenstein at this moment. Oh, what have I created?
Alas, I scooped up both of my monsters and told them that I loved them. Even when they made me crazy. Even when I yell and they kick. Even when toys have flown and tears have flowed. Always and forever.
I hope one day, my son will blog about that.
I don't know what pod appeared in our home this afternoon but my children were replaced by an insane alien breed that cannot stop bickering, crying, and/or saying "Mommy" 12 times every minute. They have fought, thrown toys, screamed at the top of their lungs, and kicked the wall.
I swear that every ounce of residual cruise high has gone LOW.
And yet, I sit here laughing. Not because I need a straight jacket, though that is still a possibility -- stand by, boys. Not because my daughter just mooned me. She did. Seriously. But because my son just disappeared to his room and returned claiming that he had just put something on his blog. Yes. You read that right. He told me that baby was being so silly that he posted it on his blog and now everyone can read it. He's six, ladies and gentlemen. Yet in 2010, my six year old has created an imaginary blog wherein he can document his life.
And what do I do? I run to my blog to share it! He then sees me typing and says, "It that your blog, Mommy?" Oh, dear. I feel a lot like Dr. Frankenstein at this moment. Oh, what have I created?
Alas, I scooped up both of my monsters and told them that I loved them. Even when they made me crazy. Even when I yell and they kick. Even when toys have flown and tears have flowed. Always and forever.
I hope one day, my son will blog about that.
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Day 183 or Lullaby for a Not-So-Two-Year-Old
Tonight, when I kiss you good night, my two year old baby will forever leave me to be replaced with a three year old girl. My baby, my LAST baby, is no longer a baby. So tonight, I dedicate this post to you, my beautiful little diva. Because if I am 38 and growing, it is because of your brother and you. Both of you have shaped the woman I am in your own way and I love you for it.
One day you won't remember that you were jealous of your brother's "peanut" and tried to use the restroom standing up. You will deny that he was your greatest hero and you would do anything to be like him (if dressed perfectly in pink in the process!). You won't remember that red was dark pink in your mind because all things pink are better.
But I will. I will remember that you loved to make blueberry muffins, wanted to eat pink icing and cool whip out of the cans, and that any food on your dad's or my plate tasted much. much better.
Every time you say a word with your miniature human dialect, I try to train my brain to rewind it and replay and yet it is gone almost instantly. Whenever you smile and it looks more like a grimace, I tell my mind to take a picture but it is never the same. I can't capture the moments that make you who you are at this particular time of your life with any accuracy. They are fleeting moments and that is what makes them so precious.
You test me. You push me. You make me crazy. You make me deliriously happy. I am never in neutral with you. I'm either laying down the gas trying to keep up with you or frantically stamping down on the brakes. You are teaching me patience. You are teaching me strength. In other words, you are teaching me the lessons of life.
I love your chocolate eyes that flutter as they try desperately to stay awake. You are so afraid that life will happen in those few quiet hours when you sleep. Trust me, my beautiful girl, life will never pass YOU by. You are a force of nature and I love you.
So goodnight, my baby girl. Good night. Close your eyes and dream of all that life holds for you. When you awake and come to me, hair askew and say "Good morning, mommy", I shall answer back, "Good morning, my big, big girl. Happy, happy birthday. You are such a beautiful three-year-old."
I dedicate this to you, my lovely, lovely girl...(Rod Stewart said it better than I).
May the good Lord be with you
Down every road that you roam
And may sunshine and happiness
Surround you when you're far from home
And may you grow to be proud, dignified and true
And do unto others as you'd have done to you
Be courageous and be brave
And in my heart you'll always stay
Forever young, forever young
Forever young, forever young
May good fortune be with you
May your guiding light be strong
Build a stairway to Heaven
With a prince or a vagabond
And may you never love in vain
And in my heart you will remain
Forever young, forever young
Forever young, forever young
Forever young, forever young, yeah
And when you finally fly away
I'll be hoping that I served you well
For all the wisdom of a lifetime
No one can ever tell
But whatever road you choose
I'm right behind you, win or lose
Forever young, forever young
Forever young, forever young
Forever young, forever young
For, forever young, forever young
One day you won't remember that you were jealous of your brother's "peanut" and tried to use the restroom standing up. You will deny that he was your greatest hero and you would do anything to be like him (if dressed perfectly in pink in the process!). You won't remember that red was dark pink in your mind because all things pink are better.
But I will. I will remember that you loved to make blueberry muffins, wanted to eat pink icing and cool whip out of the cans, and that any food on your dad's or my plate tasted much. much better.
Every time you say a word with your miniature human dialect, I try to train my brain to rewind it and replay and yet it is gone almost instantly. Whenever you smile and it looks more like a grimace, I tell my mind to take a picture but it is never the same. I can't capture the moments that make you who you are at this particular time of your life with any accuracy. They are fleeting moments and that is what makes them so precious.
You test me. You push me. You make me crazy. You make me deliriously happy. I am never in neutral with you. I'm either laying down the gas trying to keep up with you or frantically stamping down on the brakes. You are teaching me patience. You are teaching me strength. In other words, you are teaching me the lessons of life.
I love your chocolate eyes that flutter as they try desperately to stay awake. You are so afraid that life will happen in those few quiet hours when you sleep. Trust me, my beautiful girl, life will never pass YOU by. You are a force of nature and I love you.
So goodnight, my baby girl. Good night. Close your eyes and dream of all that life holds for you. When you awake and come to me, hair askew and say "Good morning, mommy", I shall answer back, "Good morning, my big, big girl. Happy, happy birthday. You are such a beautiful three-year-old."
I dedicate this to you, my lovely, lovely girl...(Rod Stewart said it better than I).
May the good Lord be with you
Down every road that you roam
And may sunshine and happiness
Surround you when you're far from home
And may you grow to be proud, dignified and true
And do unto others as you'd have done to you
Be courageous and be brave
And in my heart you'll always stay
Forever young, forever young
Forever young, forever young
May good fortune be with you
May your guiding light be strong
Build a stairway to Heaven
With a prince or a vagabond
And may you never love in vain
And in my heart you will remain
Forever young, forever young
Forever young, forever young
Forever young, forever young, yeah
And when you finally fly away
I'll be hoping that I served you well
For all the wisdom of a lifetime
No one can ever tell
But whatever road you choose
I'm right behind you, win or lose
Forever young, forever young
Forever young, forever young
Forever young, forever young
For, forever young, forever young
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Day 180 or Isn't She Lovely? (And almost 3!!!)
Wordless Wednesday with 5 Minutes for Mom
Thanks as always to 5 Minutes for Mom (http://www.5minutesformom.com/) for hosting.
Thanks as always to 5 Minutes for Mom (http://www.5minutesformom.com/) for hosting.
:-)
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Day 145 or Sweet Moments
This morning, I woke up from a heavy sleep still not feeling well (I'm about to give in to my husband's nagging and admit that after two weeks, maybe I need a doctor). And my daughter woke up as the winner of the Little Miss Cranky McCranky Pageant. So the recipe for a good morning was lacking a few key ingredients. Or so I thought.
After a thirty minute debate over the value of Cheerios in milk over a cookie for breakfast, I saw the muffin mix. And it's a decently healthy muffin mix. So I ask if she would like muffins. Yes. Yes. Yes. "Can I help, please, please, please, Mommy?" Despite my urges to get things done as quickly as possible, I said yes. Unlike myself, my daughter loves cooking and I don't want to squash that instinct.
So she pulled up her chair and we made muffins. She watched patiently while I measured the ingredients. In fact, that was the quietest moment all morning. And then she helped me stir while asking questions about the difference between blueberry muffins (her favorite) and banana nut (which we were making). And when I told her that it was time to get down so I may put them in the oven, she didn't argue. She just smiled and said "thank you, Mommy". And I smiled and put the muffins in the oven.
Fifteen minutes later, they were ready. And they were sweet. But not as sweet as the moments around the mixing bowl. It seems that we did have the recipe for a good morning after all.
After a thirty minute debate over the value of Cheerios in milk over a cookie for breakfast, I saw the muffin mix. And it's a decently healthy muffin mix. So I ask if she would like muffins. Yes. Yes. Yes. "Can I help, please, please, please, Mommy?" Despite my urges to get things done as quickly as possible, I said yes. Unlike myself, my daughter loves cooking and I don't want to squash that instinct.
So she pulled up her chair and we made muffins. She watched patiently while I measured the ingredients. In fact, that was the quietest moment all morning. And then she helped me stir while asking questions about the difference between blueberry muffins (her favorite) and banana nut (which we were making). And when I told her that it was time to get down so I may put them in the oven, she didn't argue. She just smiled and said "thank you, Mommy". And I smiled and put the muffins in the oven.
Fifteen minutes later, they were ready. And they were sweet. But not as sweet as the moments around the mixing bowl. It seems that we did have the recipe for a good morning after all.
Friday, December 25, 2009
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Day 105 or The Things My Mother Said That I Swore I Wouldn't
The Real Title Should Be : The Things That My Mother Said That I Swore I Wouldn't But I Said This Week...
You may judge, but this is my little truth corner so here it is.
1. "Because I said so" -- I used to think this was a cardinal sin. And I never start here but after providing multiple logical answers, multiple times... this is a solid go-to. There is no answer back. Conversation closed.
2. "You're older" -- I hate that I say this to my older child. I was the oldest and no matter how old my younger brothers became, they were always younger which seemed to lessen their culpability because I was always "older".
3. "I don't care who started it, I am ending it" -- Enough said.
4. "I'm going to throw every toy you own in the trash if you..." Insert one of the following -- fight over another toy, don't put up your toys, throw another toy, etc. etc. etc.
5. "You are making Mommy crazy" -- Well, this is true but I am sure that there is a wealth of child-rearing experts that would say that this is a terrible thing to tell your children.
And for the coup de gras, the proof that I have officially become my mother, ladies and gentlemen... "I'm going to call Santa and tell him to put you on the naughty list". And the other night, I did. I called Santa (luckily my children can't read their father's full name on the phone screen yet. This won't work next year.) Okay, you may judge. I know. I know. Perfectly awful.
One thing my mom said that I'm proud to say... "I love you even when you make me crazy. And one day I hope that you have a child just like you".
You may judge, but this is my little truth corner so here it is.
1. "Because I said so" -- I used to think this was a cardinal sin. And I never start here but after providing multiple logical answers, multiple times... this is a solid go-to. There is no answer back. Conversation closed.
2. "You're older" -- I hate that I say this to my older child. I was the oldest and no matter how old my younger brothers became, they were always younger which seemed to lessen their culpability because I was always "older".
3. "I don't care who started it, I am ending it" -- Enough said.
4. "I'm going to throw every toy you own in the trash if you..." Insert one of the following -- fight over another toy, don't put up your toys, throw another toy, etc. etc. etc.
5. "You are making Mommy crazy" -- Well, this is true but I am sure that there is a wealth of child-rearing experts that would say that this is a terrible thing to tell your children.
And for the coup de gras, the proof that I have officially become my mother, ladies and gentlemen... "I'm going to call Santa and tell him to put you on the naughty list". And the other night, I did. I called Santa (luckily my children can't read their father's full name on the phone screen yet. This won't work next year.) Okay, you may judge. I know. I know. Perfectly awful.
One thing my mom said that I'm proud to say... "I love you even when you make me crazy. And one day I hope that you have a child just like you".
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Day Ninety - Seven or Well, you'll see...
See, those shocked looks. That's because their mom is about to commit a blog-pas. (Blog-pas -- poorly conceived and executed attempt to make a cute Bennifer-style combo word from
the English word blog and the French word faux pas. I know. I know. Cringe. Double cringe.). I have heard of a "Wordless Wednesday" program which I'd really like to participate in (mostly because I am all out of creativity and I have some really cute pics to share -- see above) but I don't know how to give credit where credit is due -- thus the blog pas (I know. Somebody, please stop me.) So if you participate in "Wordless Wednesday" or know the founder, please let me know so that I may avoid such a future blog-pas (Last one. I promise.)
So in honor of the "Wordless Wednesday", I am unofficially submitting this unofficial post.
Wait one minute there, lassie. You can't do that. The pictures would be unsanctioned. They would be a blog-pas (Okay. So I lied. But admit it -- it's growing on you.)
But the pictures are soooo cute. Just look at that snowman at the hands of Sonny-Bunny and The Diva. People will want to see that. They need to see that.
No. Not until it's right. You can't include your children in such blog-chicanery (No, I wasn't brave enough to try a Brangelina with that one. Though I did consider it. I did.)
Okay. I'll wait.
So people I need your help. If you want to see these pictures, and let's face it, you know you do. Please tell me who is to be credited. And then I will officially submit a "Wordless Wednesday" post.
That was a lot of words for wordless, huh?
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Day Ninety - Six or Diva in Training
Well, if my son is on his way to Hollywood then my daughter is on her way to the Metropolitan Opera. First off, her diva status is well-established. But lately, she has a new move. She has started this high-F, glass breaking scream. It is almost keening. And she has learned that it is powerful. Life stops whens she does this. No one can think straight. It literally hurts my brain. Add to that, we live in an apartment. We can't just let her shake the rafters (and seriously she is shaking the rafters). So as I try creative ways to redirect this dramatic energy, I think I will see if there are toddler soprano classes. You never know, maybe she'll be on Leno as the youngest star of Tosca.
:-)
Total side note. She said the funniest thing to me tonight. We were cuddling for bedtime. Now I have a confession. Despite the fact that I stopped breastfeeding ages ago, she is constantly trying to put her hands down my shirt. This is especially true when she is tired or anxious. I have been trying to break her of the habit but it is still a battle. So back to bedtime cuddles. I am still dressed in street clothes (read: still wearing a bra-- a good one that makes me look like I didn't lose two cup sizes breastfeeding) and she touches my breasts and says, "Mommy, these just pretend". "What baby? What's pretend?" She replies, "You breasts, Mommy". "No, baby, not pretend". "Yes, they are, Mommy. Pretend". Now that's honest. And that's funny. Out of the mouths of babes
:-)
Total side note. She said the funniest thing to me tonight. We were cuddling for bedtime. Now I have a confession. Despite the fact that I stopped breastfeeding ages ago, she is constantly trying to put her hands down my shirt. This is especially true when she is tired or anxious. I have been trying to break her of the habit but it is still a battle. So back to bedtime cuddles. I am still dressed in street clothes (read: still wearing a bra-- a good one that makes me look like I didn't lose two cup sizes breastfeeding) and she touches my breasts and says, "Mommy, these just pretend". "What baby? What's pretend?" She replies, "You breasts, Mommy". "No, baby, not pretend". "Yes, they are, Mommy. Pretend". Now that's honest. And that's funny. Out of the mouths of babes
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