I have a CRAP LOAD of pictures I want to download and post, but apparently cleaning up the kitchen was more important to me, so here we are. What to say, what to say...
Oh I know. I'll tell you a couple hilarious/tragic things Addy has said to me lately, apparently with the purpose of breaking my heart.
Thing the First: Jim and I have at long last decided that we need an actual babysitter, rather than just hoping that at least ONE of our many relatives will be available at the drop of a hat to take our kids. We procured the services of a girl from our church; a girl, interestingly, that I used to babysit when I was her age. Anyways, I was explaining to Adelay that from now on, on Thursday nights, either Mom or Dad was going to go pick up the new babysitter and she would stay here at our house for a few hours while Mommy and Daddy went out together.
The child's face just LIT UP with joy, you guys. Which, you know, I thought was a little odd given that I had basically just explained that we would be abandoning them on a weekly basis. But then I heard her response. "You're going to bring me a baby sister?!" she screeched delightedly.
Ouch. Outwardly I just laughed and explained the concept of a baby SITTER, but inwardly I was thinking, "We'll try, honey. We will try."
Thing the Second: The other day Addy and Eli were driving me just up the WALL with their version of playing, which was screaming and chasing and fighting and pinching and SITTING ON EACH OTHER. After I had patiently tried to redirect their games and encourage them to be gentler and quieter about three times, I finally stuck my head in the play room and snapped, "HUSH! If you can't play without screaming, then one of you go to another room!"
Addy stood up with a very injured look on her face, put her arm around Eli, and said plaintively, "Mama (please note she rarely calls me "Mama"- it's almost always "Mom,") stop yelling at us! Please love us!"
O.M.G. I didn't know whether to burst into tears of guilt or tears of laughter from this Little Orphan Annie routine. "Please love us?!" Jeesh. We are really in for it when this girl gets old enough to debate with us for real.
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Man, you are so right- that girl is both heartbreaking AND hilarious!
I feel like my kids are constantly holding up a mirror to my face, and at first I think it's one of those fun-house mirrors, but then I look closer and realize... NOPE, that's really how I look.
Just....ummm...WOW!! Love us?? ouch
OMG, she is SUCH a stitch. And her delight at the idea of a baby sister is totally charming.
Heh. Yeah, I think her teen years should be....interesting, to say the least.
bwhaha! She knows how to work it!
Please love us! Oh, my. Still grinning from that one.
Oh glory. Kids deliver the BEST lines! (What did I write about before I had kids? Wait, don't answer that... a hankerin' for margarita might hit with a vengeance).
That girl will be giving you fits when she hits twelve! Hilarious.
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