We all recently came down with the crud – first a stomach virus, now a cold – and finally, the only lingering symptoms are drippy toddler noses and coughs.
Toby has been cracking me up lately, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on why. Every time he asks to have his nose wiped, he says, “Wipe my/the nose,” but it comes out sounding more like “Wipe-a-noose,” or “Bup-a-noose,” depending on his pronunciation, my ears or the amount of other noise around us. The second funny pronunciation scratched at my memory, tickling at something from my South Park watching days in college.
YouTube, I love you (but why don’t you allow username/email changes?).
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Eleanor put me in my place today. I was sitting in a chair with one leg outstretched and the other tucked underneath me. She pointed at my foot, said, “Sock off,” and proceeded to yank off my sock (a shea-infused lounge sock from Bath & Body works – my girl knows luxury when she sees it), sit on the floor in front of me, yank off one of her own socks and replace it with mine. She then plucked my pants on the leg I had tucked till I offered up my other foot. Yank. Yank. Pull on.
Then she got up and walked off with the socks I had just been wearing. I was robbed of my socks by a 2 year old.
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Callista is now spending half her day asking, “How [you] doing?” You can sometimes make out the “you,” but she mostly omits it (which is tricky for the 25 percent of her day she spends asking “What [you] doing?” You need to be a close listener around here). She sometimes asks several times in a row and often several times within just a few minutes. That’s understandable considering toddlers’ moods change at the drop of a hat, so we’re all placating her questions with honest and various answers. Today, she was pretty excited to learn and repeat, “Fantastic!”
Next up: emphasis on the “you” in “How YOU doing?” I plan to raise second-generation Friends fans. Till they’re old enough to enjoy my favorite pop culture treats, I like teaching my kids phrases and songs purely for my own entertainment. Why else would three 2-year-olds need to hear the music in their Harry Potter snow globe before they go to sleep?
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These all just happened today, so you can imagine the amount of funny/cute that happens here that I struggle with oversharing for the sake of every parent having funny stories and for the sake of my children’s privacy. Does the world really want to know these things, and will my grown-older kids appreciate their mama giggling about them with the Internet?
I don’t know the answer to either, so I tend to hold back a lot. I’m still new at this, but I’m not sure I’ll ever know the answer to those questions. It’ll either go unsettled or come down to a simple matter of how much I care to share/hold sacred.
