Excuses

I realize as the kids get older, they will come up with clever and crafty excuses to avoid punishment for their natty behavior. I just didn't know it would happen soon.

Yesterday, Boo comes up to me and Tess-a-Bess while we are playing. He has a Blue plush toy that he begins to tickle Tess-a-Bess with. After a few minutes of making his sister squeal with delight, he turns to me and proudly shows me Blue's head where he has written an "A" and a "R."

Me: Boo! What in the world did you do that for?

At this point his face drops. I love when kids proudly show you things that they shouldn't have done, clearly not knowing their mistake. Their faces go from pure joy to plain upset in 2.2 seconds.

Boo: I'm sorry Mom.
Me: Boo we only write on paper, nothing else. You are a big boy now, you should know this.
Boo: But I didn't do it today Mom, I did it when I was four!

See, Boo turned five last week. I, of course, thought this was genius, and had to turn away to hide my smile.

Kind of reminds me of the time when Boo and Sister went across the street to play with friends. The hubby and I were home playing with Tess-a-Bess when all of a sudden we hear the front door open. Boo comes strolling in without Sister. The hubby inquires as to who walked Boo across the street (being that he isn't allowed to cross by himself). Boo states that Tom helped him cross the street. When he saw the shocked look on the hubby's face, he quickly added, "Tom is old Dad, he's seventeen!" The kid's got a point.

If he is making these kind of excuses now, what do you think he'll come up with five years from now?!?

Freckle Faces

I love the beginning of summer. After a couple days out in the sun (even with proper sunscreen applied) everyone's freckles pop again. Everyone looks even that much cuter.

Sister has freckles everywhere, like someone sprinkled freckle dust all over her. She got her first freckle when she was 18 mos old, 4th of July weekend, on her arm. We point that one out to her all the time.


Boo has the best freckles on his face, like a Norman Rockwell painting. Not as much on his arms and legs, but he'll get there, he has no choice. His first freckle arrives around the year old mark, on his left cheek.



Of course you would think that being a baby, Tess-a-Bess would still have lily-white skin, with not a freckle in sight. But given my Mother of the Year status, she got her first freckle when she was 4mos old. Because despite keeping your baby in the shade during your daily trip to the pool, I guess sun still reflects off the pool and freckles are formed. Now, she has a light dusting of unbelievably adorable freckles across her nose and cheeks. However, she is a baby and apparently to busy moving for a close up.


My goal is to get that adorable freckle face shot before the end of summer...

Election 2044

Sister has stated many a time that she wants to be the president. I think she was inspired by the recent election and all of the Obama love. Though she will often use the line of, "I want to make a difference" Today at lunch, she laid out her campaign strategy...

Sister: I think I want to be president, but first I am going to be a clothing designer.
Me: Oh, and then when you are done, it's on to the presidency?
Sister: Yes, I mean I know plenty of people, so when they go to vote they see my name and think, 'I know that Molly, I guess I'll vote for her.' And then I'll win!
Me: Yep, I guess it will be just that easy.

Maybe we should give her some lessons on the finer points of campaigning and getting her name out there before actual voting day.

Awkward

Do you ever had those awkward moments. You know the "why-the-fuck-did-that-insane-garble-just-come-out-of-my-mouth" kind of awkward moment. The ones where sometimes if when you wake up in the middle of the night and remember your awkward moment you spend an hour awake thinking about it and shuddering.

Yep, I have those moments often. It's part of my catch-phrasey way of talking, I think. I always have to have a nickname for everyone, or at the very least call them "hon" "babe" or "doll." I also hang out with three small children frequently, and have a tendency to refer to things in kids terms, "potty" "nappers" and positive reinforcement are frequent parts of my vocabulary. When you mix this all together and throw it in the adult world, sometimes awkward moments can occur.

Like the other day, I was at a friend's house with a few other people. Said friend's boyfriend asked me a question. I responded with "something, something, babe" Huh? No one looked up quickly in horror, so either they didn't notice or they are used to my idiot ramblings.

Even better was at work the other day. I was on the way out and the doc at work was telling me about he had made a command decision not to participate in some doctor event in the area that evening. My response, "good girl!" First the doc is a guy, second...good girl, are you kidding me. Want to know how I recovered? "Good boy!" Oh. my. goodness. Just kill me now, I hung my head in shame and walked out the door.

So, babe...what's your most awkward moment?

Party of Six?

Boo has an imaginary friend, Tom. Actually Tom is his imaginary brother. Here is what we have learned about Tom to date:

- Tom is 17
- Tom was given up by his original parents, at which time we adopted him
- Tom was in high school, but graduated
- Tom is currently working at Pizza Hut, he makes the pizzas in the back
- Tom rides a motorcycle
- Tom has a imaginary dog named Pumpernickel
- Tom will be attending college in the fall, at which time he will move out of the house
- Tom is inconsistent in his participation in family events - sometimes he joins us, sometimes he doesn't, sometimes he has this canny ability of suddenly popping up out of the middle of nowhere and continuing with us on our day

It is funny that at almost five Boo has dreamed up this imaginary brother. Though it may have to do with the fact that the baby is a sister, not a brother. To which many have said, "have another!' I think we'll stick with Tom...he's almost out of the house!