I was in the kitchen making dinner when Hayden comes running into the room screaming, “MOM! MOM! MOM!” I stopped what I was doing and gave him my full attention.
“What is it, Hayden? What’s wrong?”
He paused for a moment to catch his breath and then said, “Mom, when it is warm about again, can we PHULEEASE go swimming?”
I was really kind of dumbfounded by his question especially since at the moment he asked the question the wind whipped snow up at the window. “Um, sure.” I answered.
“Ok, cool. Thanks, mom.” And he ran out of the room.
Weird. My kids are totally weird.
Jake is the only one of the little kids that can open doors. So it makes sense that when Quinn and Claire go into a room, the close the door and ultimately get themselves stuck in a room. I don’t understand this because as soon as the door closes, they bang on it to be opened again.
Jake has taken this to be his call to action. When he hears banging on the door, he will stop what he is doing, stand up and say, “I coming guys! I will save you!”
Then he runs to whatever room they are stuck in and opens the door (aka saves the day).
I was in the Costco parking lot, loading all my groceries into the back of the van when I noticed that my hand was wet. I looked around the chart but I didn’t see a puddle. I sniffed my hand but it didn’t smell like anything. So then I did something that really is almost too gross to write. I licked the wet spot in my hand.
Seriously, what in the world was I thinking?
I had no idea what this wet substance was on my hand so I stuck my tongue out and put it in my mouth. It could have been dog pee or any number of things that are not suitable for tasting or going in one’s mouth. Thank goodness it was orange juice.
What am I two years old? Seriously, what is wrong with me?
How many people can say they have eaten a piece of pizza as big as their head?
Well, Claire can.
And actually, I think this piece might be bigger than her head.