Apparently my gift for making up words has been passed on to my oldest daughter, Trista. While playing with her younger sister, Trista was trying to explain how they could not get hurt because they were playing pretend. I think it was Care Bears they were playing, and Robina was concerned about the bad character, “Dark Heart,” hurting her.
“Don’t worry, Robi,” explained Trista. ” We’re just pretending, so that’s not the real Dark Heart – it’s not hurtiful or anything.
“Hurtiful:” (adjective) – causing pain, especially in an intentional way.
Ah, that’s my girl!
I have my finger poised, I’ve been trying so hard to keep pressing, but it’s just not working.
Please send help.
My baby boy turned 11 months old today and it’s going too fast. I just need to press PAUSE.
Betcha didn’t know that bananas double as cement, huh? They do. I know now because I have a baby boy. This baby boy, let’s call him RD3, LOVES bananas. This cute little RD3 likes to eat bananas in a way that is, well, less than neat. He actually eats everything like this, but I won’t go there today – too messy.
Anyway, so Mr. RD3 eats some banana today while at his Aunty Beth’s house, and he got some in his hair (nothing new). Aunty Beth cleaned him up, but missed the hair banana…because I mean, why would she be cleaning his hair? He was EATING after all, not getting a shampoo. So, anyway, this hunk of squashed banana lived in his hair for the afternoon and evening and was totally stuck in his hair. CEMENTED in his hair. Even the bath and soap was not quite enough to free the stuff. Let’s just say that at the end of bathtime, little bits of banana and hair were drifting down the drain…
So, although I’m not going to rush out and suggest the Three Little Pigs trade in their house of bricks for one of bananas, I bet Pip and Squeak could use some bananas when it comes time for home renovations. And I will continue to give my messy baby boy that extra bath after he’s been eating, or wearing, bananas. He’s too cute with hair to watch any more go down the drain.
How is it possible that my kids are never tired? Well, let me rephrase that – they never admit that they’re tired, unless of course being tired gets them out of something unpleasant. Like homework. Or cleaning up. Or brushing and flossing their teeth.
Robina is my favorite because of how she emphatically reminds me that she does not need to sleep. It’s always the same response: “…but me not TIE-YAD, Mom.” I laugh every time she tells me this. I know I shouldn’t, but it’s so darn FUNNY. I’ll have to try to record it for you all to experience.
Tonight, however, Mr. Robby D is the “not tired” star. He took two descent naps today, but he’s wide awake and it’s after 10pm. This is a bad sign. The latest he’s ever up is 8pm. Not tonight – he cruising around the living room, throwing plastic balls at his mother’s head, knocking down his sister’s tea set, throwing his other sister’s Zhu Zhu’s, opening gates meant to restrict him, knocking over chair cushions, threatening folded laundry, trying to chew on the vacuum cord and melting my heart with his sweet little face and silly baby chatter.
*sigh* It looks like I’ll be camping out on the living room floor tonight since someone is so “not tired.“
It’s 11pm and I will clearly pay for this poor choice tomorrow morning when my alarm is ringing at 5am, but I just HAD to make cookies. I don’t know why, it just had to be done. So I did. Yummy, delicious oatmeal chocolate chip cookies that me and my family have decided are the best oatmeal chocolate chip cookies we’ve eaten. I got the recipe from a friend who got it from a friend who got it from a friend. Did I mention how yummy they are?
Well, I guess I better go to bed now. And even though I know I will be tired tomorrow, I also know I’ll be eating cookies, surprising my girls with homemade cookies in the morning while I pack those cookies for their snacks, and sending my hubby with cookies to brighten his recently boring string of work days. Are you hungry for cookies, yet? If you want to try my favorite oatmeal cookies, check out the recipe posted here on Tasty Kitchen, one of my all-time favorite cooking websites. Just don’t be alarmed by the name – I promise they are really good. I can offer friend and family references if you need them!
Sweet (cookie) dreams…
Just for the record, I would like to express how much I hate mosquitos. After all the rain we’ve had, the mosquitos are going crazy on the island. And when I say going crazy, I mean snacking on my children. We have closed all the bedroom windows, applied mosquito repellent at bedtime, and checked the yard for standing water. It doesn’t matter – the kids are bitten and keep getting bitten every day. We went to Walmart and the mall today and everywhere I went I saw parents with kids who looked just like mine. It is our common, post-rain bond of motherhood…itchy kids.
Poor Robi has the most – tons all over and at least dozen on her face. Robby D had polka dotted feet and legs (and a very itchy ear that’s been waking him up tonight). Trista is all legs and arms. I feel so junk about it – I can’t protect them and I can’t fix them either. I went looking for mosquito punks yesterday and today and all three stores I visited were sold out. I can’t leave unattended candles burning and the stores were completely sold out of any other options. Boo.
Screw you, Mosquitos. You Suck.