Why #867

Why is it when we have something to do lil B just wants to stay home?. And when we are having a nice quiet day at home, she is bored and wants to go somewhere?.

Serenity now.

Wordless Wednesday - My First

No words...whew...hard for a mama who feels like she is always talking. This might be nice.

Why #745

WHy is it when I ask lil B to grab me some toilet paper, she actually brings me a ply and not a new roll. However, if she drops a dab of toothpaste on the sink counter - she uses half a roll to wipe it up.

Got A Girlfriend?

lil B loves playing with our neighbor boy. He is 6. Sweet little guy. The 2 of them play really well.

While sitting on the front porch Thursday, neighbor boy came over to chat with lil B & me. I asked him how school was that day and yadda. I then asked how his girlfriend was. He told me he didn't see her because she attends a different school. Inquisitive, I looked at him and asked: 'What about lil B being your girlfriend?' lil B looked at me and said 'Gross!' And he quickly replied 'She's 4!'

There is humor all over this post. The fact that I put my baby on the spot and she reacted like a teenager...because I know she adores said neighbor boy. The fact that neighbor boy thinks lil B is way too young for him....all 2 years. And the fact that they both beg to play with each other on a daily basis yet calling each other boyfriend-girlfriend is out of the question.

However, their secret love affair ended this evening when neighbor boy accidentally broke lil B's shopping cart.

Ah, young love.

Parental Safety.

lil B has become my big girl helper. Today while putting away the groceries, she was eager to assist. I handed her the new box of garbage bags and instructed her to place them under the sink. Before I even opened my mouth to tell her that I would remove the child safety latch on the cabinet door, she had it off. Then as I watched in awe, she replaced it perfectly - as if the cabinet had never been opened.

I'm scared to know what other things my lil B has me fooled on.

Our Own Sitcom.

I am not the type to starve myself, and I have not found a way to cram working out into my routine yet. So the last 10 lbs from my second pregnancy are relentlessly hanging on.

Thanks to this extra baggage, my jeans are snug. I refuse to buy new jeans, as I hope to fit into my old jeans...sooner or later. In the meantime, I have become quite fond of my sweatpants.

The other day while sporting my capri sweats, hubby said to me: "Again with the sweatpants?"

Me: "What? I'm comfortable."

Hubby: "You know the message you're sending out to the world with these sweatpants? You're telling the world, 'I give up. I can't compete in normal society. I'm miserable, so I might as well be comfortable.'"

Damn skippy. Just call me George.

There Goes The Waiting Room.

lil B had her 4 year check up today. SHe had no idea we were going to the doctor this afternoon until we literally pulled up to the hospital/doctor's office. The look on her face was sheer disgust.

Disgust turned to fear as I would not tell her exactly why we were there. I knew if I said it was her appointment, she would scream and yell and fight me to the death. It would not have been so bad had I left lil C with hubby. Instead, I had both kids in tow.

I sign her in at the nurse's desk. lil B begins asking "Whose name did you put? Write lil C's name instead, mommy. Please..." She begins to cry. My heart is breaking. Then I look around the waiting room and watch the faces of the other patiently waiting kids turn from oblivion to fear. lil B was sobbing "I don't want a shot!" The once quiet waiting room began to be...a crying room.

I never told lil B she was getting shots. But she knows her mama well, I guess. I didn't want to lie. My lack of an answer said it all.

Thankfully, her shots are now caught up until age 11....I think I will cry now. Not from the ordeal of witnessing my baby get 4 shots in the leg, but from the idea that she will be 11 one day - too soon.

I need a shot of tequila.