When I was a new mom to both my baby girls, I couldn’t wait for her to talk. I would imagine what she would say and how she would say it. This would make me that more eager for her to grow out of her initial blob state.
Hearing “Mom, can you wipe my butt?” is not exactly what I had anticipated.
Scene: 4 1/2 yr old is on toilet. I am sitting, waiting for her on the stairs outside of the open bathroom door.
Me (hearing the step stool being moved by the 4 yr old): Do you need help?
Her: I’m tryin’ to see ‘em but I can’t. I can’t see the red marks on my cheeks.
Me (going into the bathroom and seeing 4 yr old with no pants/underwear on attempting to look at her butt in the mirror): You trying to see your butt?
Me (lifts her up so she can see the red marks from sitting on the toilet).
- 4 1/2 yr old: Mom, I have to ask you something. Are jail people real?
- Me: Yes. There are people who are in jail because they did something really bad.
- 4 1/2: Oh yeah.
- Me: Where did you hear about jail people? Something at school?
- 4 1/2: No. We are still talking about the letter P. It was just something in my head.
- 9 year old: I was thinking to either use a straightener on my hair or get some rollers in there.
- Me: Do you not know who your mother is? I don't have those things.
for some Rainbow Loom! Miss M (the newly christened 9 yr old) got one for her birthday. They are all the rage among the little folk. So tonight she decided she would teach her old mom how to make a simple bracelet and a fish-tailed one. She was an excellent teacher to the point that when she couldn’t remember how exactly to do a fish-tail one, she consulted the video encyclopedia of her generation, the You-Tuber.
I rocked that Rainbow Loom so hard it didn’t know what hit it.