Horse Play!

My son is such a classy character. Today he picked up the girl's hobby horse, put it between his legs, and said in his 'strong man' voice, "I have a horse penis!!" -- wow, I guess we need to have another talk about when it's appropriate to talk about our private parts.

...and another tooth comes out

The big girl lost a tooth in the middle of the night last night. Thank heaven she found it (and didn't swallow it). She showed her 2 year old sister the tooth and the place where it had been this morning. The toddler's response? "PUT. IT. BACK!!!!"

Brothers and butterflies...

Today my son chased a butterfly around the yard today, and was very disappointed when it got away. He walked up to me with his pouty-lip, and said, "That butterfly got away. It was going to be for my sister." Those kids push each other's buttons and fight like cats and dogs, but right there is proof that there is a lot of love underneath.

@ the shoe store

The girl has 2 weeks left of school.  She outgrew her uniform shoes.  I don't want to invest $50 in good shoes she will outgrow or wear out playing dress-up over the summer.  So I scoped out the local payless before picking her up from school.  I put the acceptable shoes in her size all in a row (with the clerk's permission) with the least expensive ones in the middle.  As soon as we walked into the store, I told her she couldn't have those shoes.  I didn't even let her try them on until she'd tried on all of the other acceptable ones, and found them wanting.  A pair of glitter shoes had caught her eye.  I said, "NO, but I GUESS you can try on the other ones I said you couldn't have."  She was instantly in love with them and wanted no other shoes in the store.

Sometimes I think I may have a handle on this parenthood stuff, then reality comes along and knocks me on my bottom.

Mr. Coffee

I drink coffee.  I like drinking coffee.  It makes me feel somewhat human and makes me a nicer person.  This is why, although he hates the smell of it, my husband even procures coffee for me.

My 4-year-old son is hyper.  He is making noise, running, or climbing, constantly, sometimes all at the same time.  Yesterday, he asked for a little bit of my coffee.  I figured, "Oh, what the heck, he's going to preschool soon anyway."  He consumed it quickly and happily, and a few minutes later, he kind of calmed down a bit.  We actually got to the school a few minutes early because I anticipate a battle every day, and there wasn't one.

This morning, he asked for a CUP of coffee of his own.  So I said, OK.  I made him his own cup of coffee.  He was an unusually compliant, sweet boy almost all day (by about 6:30, he was crashing).

As he was getting ready for bed, I told him I really liked how well he behaved all day.  He said, "Was I good all day, because I listened, and was a much nicer boy?"  I said "Yeah."  And he said, "You're much nicer when you drink coffee too."

Potty Training update...

After less than a week, we were brave enough to go out without diapers.  She "gets" it, we've had no preventable accidents (meaning, when people hog the bathroom, sometimes babies can't hold it) in almost a week.  Now her favorite game is to say, "Mommy, I want potty" and watch me rush her in there, only to have her grunt a little and say, "All done," then repeat the process two minutes later.  

Definition of Irony:

The man and I went to a parenting seminar the night before last.  Yesterday my children were the worst behaved they have ever been in their entire lives.  We weren't even out, so it's not like I just expected them to be perfect.  I wonder if they were trying to help us use our new skills?