You just can't make this stuff up, folks!
My kids crack me up, and I'm writing this down so that in years to come, I remember and it cracks me up again. And if it cracks you up, all the better :-)
Three snippets from Teg today:
Teg was admiring the inch-long curly wisps of hair on my forehead: the awkward short pieces of post partum new hair growth which are too short to clip or tuck and really look like I'm a four year old who was left alone with a pair of scissors. Teg's comment: "mom, you look funny, you should be on the silly page of a magazine." (Thanks, sweetheart!)
Later, when I bent down too hastily after opening the hot oven and scorched my eyeballs and was reeling back in pain, Teg ran over concerned and uttered the following platitudes:
"Oh mommy, I love you. Did you know that? Are you okay?"
(Me: I'll be okay, thanks. You know how mommy always tells you to keep away from the hot oven? Well this is why. I got too close to the oven and the steam hurt my eyes.")
Teg: mommy, you're wonderful. Sit here. (Covers me with a blanket) .... Mommy, did you know you're my favorite mommy I've ever had? And you know, sometimes you should listen to yourself. And also, Jesus loves you more."
(Haha. A real snap shot on the absurdity of my comfort to her sometimes. But I did feel loved.)
Our health insurance has suddenly changed, and it means we will have to change health care providers. We LOVE our pediatrician, so I tried to break this news gently to the kids:
Me: hey, something at daddy's work has changed and it means a new company is going to help us pay for the doctor. This means we probably won't be able to see dr o any more, but we will get to meet a new kids doctor for you,
Teg: look, there's a ladybug on my window!
Me: cool. Did you hear what I said about dr o?
Teg: maybe he can move with us.
Me: it's unlikely, but I suppose it's technically possible.
Teg: do you have a ladybug on your windscreen mommy?
Okay, then.
And then two from the increasingly funny Callum:
We were in a parking lot, and I finally spotted an open space. I yelled " park there! That spot has our name on it!"
Callum: "when we get out, can I see our name under the car?"
And this afternoon, giving me a double thumbs up, he declared: "look mom, dese fums are the same age!"
Why yes son, yes they are.
Three snippets from Teg today:
Teg was admiring the inch-long curly wisps of hair on my forehead: the awkward short pieces of post partum new hair growth which are too short to clip or tuck and really look like I'm a four year old who was left alone with a pair of scissors. Teg's comment: "mom, you look funny, you should be on the silly page of a magazine." (Thanks, sweetheart!)
Later, when I bent down too hastily after opening the hot oven and scorched my eyeballs and was reeling back in pain, Teg ran over concerned and uttered the following platitudes:
"Oh mommy, I love you. Did you know that? Are you okay?"
(Me: I'll be okay, thanks. You know how mommy always tells you to keep away from the hot oven? Well this is why. I got too close to the oven and the steam hurt my eyes.")
Teg: mommy, you're wonderful. Sit here. (Covers me with a blanket) .... Mommy, did you know you're my favorite mommy I've ever had? And you know, sometimes you should listen to yourself. And also, Jesus loves you more."
(Haha. A real snap shot on the absurdity of my comfort to her sometimes. But I did feel loved.)
Our health insurance has suddenly changed, and it means we will have to change health care providers. We LOVE our pediatrician, so I tried to break this news gently to the kids:
Me: hey, something at daddy's work has changed and it means a new company is going to help us pay for the doctor. This means we probably won't be able to see dr o any more, but we will get to meet a new kids doctor for you,
Teg: look, there's a ladybug on my window!
Me: cool. Did you hear what I said about dr o?
Teg: maybe he can move with us.
Me: it's unlikely, but I suppose it's technically possible.
Teg: do you have a ladybug on your windscreen mommy?
Okay, then.
And then two from the increasingly funny Callum:
We were in a parking lot, and I finally spotted an open space. I yelled " park there! That spot has our name on it!"
Callum: "when we get out, can I see our name under the car?"
And this afternoon, giving me a double thumbs up, he declared: "look mom, dese fums are the same age!"
Why yes son, yes they are.
posted by Bronwyn at 7:48 pm
2 Comments:
At our last visit with Doctor O. Charis mentioned Tegwyn (I am not sure why) and he said, "oh, Tegwyn. I know her. I love that family, I really do." He added, "Don't you just love the way she talks. They are great." So, maybe he will move with you? Also, wanted to let you know your brownies are gone... all within one blog post.
I love what Callum said about his thumbs. I wonder what he will say about MY odd-looking thumbs when he sees them! =)
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