Thursday, September 18, 2008

Just some randoms bits of my life ...

This morning, between Bruise and me:

Me: No more oranges (Seriously, folks, he's eaten like FOUR clemetine/tangerines/whatever you call them this MORNING. I'm not wanting to witness his diaper anytime soon, if you know what I mean. And I think you do). How about some pretzels?
Bruise: NnnnnnnnnnnnnnnYES!! (He had to think about it, you see.)

Yesterday, my amazing Mr. Husband:
Michael: Meet me in the bathroom. ... (I get there with him) ... I think you need a make-out session.
(It was excellent. And, yes, he does know just what I need. That's yet anothe reason I LOVE this man. Because he seriously rocks my world. Fo' realz. And I don't say that ironically.)

Two days ago, being released from naptime:
Bucket: Where D___ be?!?
(Because one of my friends dropped by right before I put the kidlets down for a nap. A friend who watched the munchkin brigade at her house while we went to the temple a while ago. As you can see, she made a HUGE impression. They have big aquariums and big kids at their house ... and Bruise and Bucket TOTALLY were impressed. ... And Bucket was obviously put-out that I didn't keep D around to play with Miss Bucket.)

There are other little snippets of life that I forget to blog (and can't remember WHEN they happened), so here they are. Better late than never!

Bucket: (As I put on deoderant after a shower) STINKY MOMMY!!
Me: (defensively and plaintively) I'm NOT stinky! I'm clean! I smell pretty!!

Bruise: (as I try and take care of his "rocket thumb" and scrape from the treadmill): No. No touch it!

Me: Bucket, does Bruise love me? Does he love Mommy?
Bucket: Bruisey love Daddy.

(Gee, thanks.)

And I love when they pray. It's such a blast to listen to them list what they're thankful for. Bucket will list off family (e.g., "Mommy, Daddy, Bruisey, Bucket, Grandma, Mutti, Julie, Poppi, Grandna [Grandpa], Cousin B, Cousin I, T1, T2, Uncle J, Aunt A, Cousin C, ... Uncle C ("No, he scary."), etc.) We're getting her to add in T1's husband. And she's adding in Uncle C of her own accord ... He should be so thrilled!
Bruise usually had to be prompted. Lately, though, he's getting lots better. (He does seem to do a reboot during prayer when he loses track of where he's at. So, he starts over. We're working on that. I'm impressed that he's doing so much unprompted, though!) Last night, I did the prompt and he'd repeat what I'd say ... and then totally plowed through it on his own:

Me: "We're thankful for ..."
Bruise: ...
Me: WE'RE
Bruise: We
Me: ARE
Bruise: are
Me: THANKFUL
Bruise: Fanfuulllll
Me: for
Bruise: for ... wobots (robots), twucks, cahrs, owanges, gaahm caaker (graham cracker), ...

It was like, DUDE! He's got it! It clicked!

In other news, I think I'm going to be creating a chart or two in order to ... ENCOURAGE ... my little minions toward successful potty training.
Or maybe I should do a marble jar (for each of them, of course). This way, each time Bucket uses her panties or diapers instead of a day-time potty run, I could remove a marble. (And two marbles in the case of Bruise taking off his diaper to pee on their carpet. *rolls eyes*)

(And THIS is the reason why they have little nicknames ... so if you meet them as teenagers, your first thought won't be "_______ ____? I know that name! OH!! You were the one that peed on your room's carpet so many times/told your Mommy that she stinks/etc., etc., etc." See, I AM a good mommy!)

Now to finish being a good mommy ... I have to throw on some clothes and take my wee ones to storytime!

2 comments:

Brooke said...

your little munchin brigade does brighten my day!

Fold My Laundry Please said...

Aren't you the little blogging butterfly today!

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