By the end of the day, I am so sick of changing dirty diapers that I just let the kids run around in them for a little while. Plus, I also get to listen to Claire say, Poottee, Poottee, Poottee, which I think is the cutest thing on earth.
One of the things that I do to avoid the meltdowns that come during the bewitching hour is let the kids play outside. Well, since it is the bewitching hour something always happens. The other day it was Jake running across our yard with his pants around his ankles while car after car passed by on our house. I would have helped him but I was too busy laughing.
Hayden threw a shoe across the kitchen and it hit me in the head. Of course I got upset and yelled at him. To which, he responded, “I am sorry. I am sorry. I don’t know why I threw it but I forgive you.” I am thinking he is a little confused.
Jake came up to me the other day saying, “Youk, Momma. Youk. Baby.” I did the good Mommy thing and oohed and aahed over his baby. Then since they are working on their color’s I asked him, “Jake? What color is the baby’s shirt?” He looked down and the baby, looked at me and the said,”Greeboo? Booreen? Oranellow?”I couldn’t help but laugh, “Really Jake, how about pink?”
Hayden is a collector, always has been. He loves to go around and look for things to stuff in his pockets or to keep in bags. When we leave the house, he is in all his glory. But he has this habit of finding the most dangerous or grossest things around. Like used cigarette butt, or condoms, or huge pieces of broken glass. What’s next a crack pipe?
Quinn: Yogurt?
Me: Do you want pink, orange or white yogurt?
Quinn: Yogurt!?
Me Do you want pink yogurt?
Quinn: Pink yogurt.
Me: *sigh* Here pink yogurt. Now eat.
