I was in my bedroom this morning listening to the sounds of children playing. Happily getting along there was a disagreement at which there were no hard feelings. I heard Taylor's footsteps leaving Brecken. Her departing words were meant to be, "Suit yourself."
Instead in her happy sing-song voice she said, "Shoot yourself."
But no hard feelings.
Thursday, December 26, 2013
Monday, December 23, 2013
#104 Bathroom Scales
Taylor just discovered how to use the bathroom scale. No easy feat for a five-year-old. Step on the scale, remove your foot quickly, wait for the screen to display zero, step again on the scale, read the numbers.
Enthusiasm was evident in her voice as she yelled to me (at three feet away from her), "Mom! Mom! Quick! Look at it! Measure my feet! What does it say? How big are my feet?!"
How to use the scale: check
Why to use the scale: not-so-much (but I'll keep it that way)
Enthusiasm was evident in her voice as she yelled to me (at three feet away from her), "Mom! Mom! Quick! Look at it! Measure my feet! What does it say? How big are my feet?!"
How to use the scale: check
Why to use the scale: not-so-much (but I'll keep it that way)
Monday, December 16, 2013
#103 Christmas Decisions
Brecken came to me in a real dilemma.
"Mom," she said. "I can't decide what I want to ask Santa Claus for Christmas. I either want a play house that can go inside and has lots of rooms for us to play in and slides for us to slide down..." she paused in consternation, "or a Woody doll."
I laughed. I imagined what Russ would say if I came to him and said, "I can't decide where to take my mom for her birthday lunch, I was either going to fly her to Hawaii and get some fine dining on the North Shore... or go to Subway." Russ may not love Subway, but I'm sure I know what he'd advise :)
"Mom," she said. "I can't decide what I want to ask Santa Claus for Christmas. I either want a play house that can go inside and has lots of rooms for us to play in and slides for us to slide down..." she paused in consternation, "or a Woody doll."
I laughed. I imagined what Russ would say if I came to him and said, "I can't decide where to take my mom for her birthday lunch, I was either going to fly her to Hawaii and get some fine dining on the North Shore... or go to Subway." Russ may not love Subway, but I'm sure I know what he'd advise :)
Tuesday, December 3, 2013
#102 Pepto-Bismol
After cleaning up Brecken's stomach flu mess that had landed all over the floor--I wanted her well as much as (I imagined) she wanted herself well. Sprite: Check. (Easy.) Pepto-Bismol... (cue the following conversation):
Me: Brecken, you can do it. Just one spoonful.
Brecken: I know. It's so gross. I... I can't.
(five minutes of persuasive conversation)
Me: Brecken, this will help so that you don't throw up again. Would you rather take the Pepto-Bismal, or throw up again?
Brecken: (seriously weighing her options) I don't know. Can you give me a minute to think about it.
Seriously? Throwing up or Pepto-Bismol? It brought to mind my favorite scene in Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory :) good times
Me: Brecken, you can do it. Just one spoonful.
Brecken: I know. It's so gross. I... I can't.
(five minutes of persuasive conversation)
Me: Brecken, this will help so that you don't throw up again. Would you rather take the Pepto-Bismal, or throw up again?
Brecken: (seriously weighing her options) I don't know. Can you give me a minute to think about it.
Seriously? Throwing up or Pepto-Bismol? It brought to mind my favorite scene in Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory :) good times
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