Kidisms: Aftershocks

Warning...this next post is on the bathroom humor side, because, well, I have kids and apparently bathroom humor is just a part of having kids.

Boogie:  Mama, do you know what aftershocks are?

DM: Yes. It's the little earthquakes that can happen after an earthquake when things are still settling.

Boogie: You're right!  Mama? I have after poops.

DM: Um, excuse me, what?

Boogie: You know, after poops. Sometimes it doesn't all come out in the first session and I have to go a couple of more times to get it all out. You know, after poops. (Then bounds out of the room).

Me...huh. Impressed he knew the definition of aftershocks and could apply it to other areas in his life. On the other hand, something I didn't need to know. TMI, Boogie Man! ;)

Turn that Frown Upside Down

In Kindergarten, my son and his classmates were encouraged to write all the time. They had prompts everyday and free writing on Fridays. I attribute these practices to his current love for writing...and maybe because he has a few of  my genes :)

One day he was given a prompt about how he was feeling. He was really happy (excited is more like it) and drew a huge smiley face upside down. When he realized his mistake he drew arrows to correct it. It made me smile and realize that we can always turn that frown upside down.

Today I feel happy because I am going to Spanish class on Friday.

Memories

I really need to have my camera out more often. So many cute moments that my camera missed, but I was able to sear into my memory:

• Buggy reading to Mr. Bananas at bedtime. She read, Dear Zoo to him. According to Hubby it's the first time he's ever sat through an entire reading without being held.  She even read it a second time using sign language to name each animal. She's 3 and that rocks.
• The big kids playing and building with their kid k'nex and allowing Mr. Bananas to play around them.
• Mr. Bananas said Boogie's name for the first time last week. Granted he hasn't done it again and when he did say it, he was reprimanding him for playing near a water cooler. It went something like this: "Wllm, no, no, no, no" all the while wagging his finger and shaking his head.
• Mr. Bananas waving to everyone we come across in our walks, no matter where we are.
• Hubby trying to take a nap on the couch and immediately covered in children as they snuggled in with him.
• When asking Mr. Bananas a question he answers in the affirmative with a definitive head nod. Not numerous head nods. One or two and with his eyes shut. It's an absolutely "yes."
• Buggy saying, "I love you," every single day without prompting. It makes me feel so special and loved. 
• Mr. Bananas patting his chest and saying, "My mommy, my mommy, my mommy" when he sees me. If he needs me it's a more rapid chest patting and "My mommy" is shortened to "Meemee, meemee, meemee."
• Mr. Bananas being more clear in his sign language:  mommy, please, more, up, all done. These are super clear and definite.  He can do others, but only when it's important to him. The big kids are trying to teach him more. 
• Buggy used to say, "ahind" you when she said, "behind you."
• Buggy saying, "woohoo" while she wiggles and puts her hand up.
• Buggy saying our cat's name as ebb-be-ose.  Our cat's name is Berlioz. When I ask her to repeat it because it's so cute she blushes and says, "Bear-Bear."

I love these moments. I need to write them down more often so I never forget them. I should also take more pictures. I LOVE these kids!

Update:  I have to add a few more lest I forget!

• When his teacher asked the class to identify beloved book character Francis in class Boogie says, "Francis is a Common North American Badger." (as opposed to uncommon? ;) I love it!)
• Boogie's class was learning how list making can be part of the writing process. His teacher asked the kids to name and then sort games into categories. After Boogie shares the name of a particular  game, one of his classmates begins teasing him and tells him it's a baby game. My Boogie looks at her and says, "I do have younger siblings, you know." LOVE his response.
• "Mommy, I prefer nonfiction text. What do you like to read, fiction or nonfiction?" (Boogie).

Boogie-isms

My son cracks me up on a regular basis with some of the things he says. Here are the most recent quotables:


Me: What do you want for lunch?
B: Are we omnivores?
Me: Yes.
B: A little meat and a little plant. Thanks.

B:  Speaking of pollen and nectar, I have to go to the bathroom.

On Daddy painting his room with two different murals because the kids will be sharing a room by Christmas:
B: What are you going to paint in my room?
D:  What do you think Buggy will like?
B: Things that little girls like. You know flowers and butterflies
D: What would you like on your side?
B: Things that boys like?
D: Like what?
B: Ummmm
D: Cheetahs? (Boogie has a smalled stuffed cheetah, Chester, who is his constant companion).
B: Yeah, cheetahs! And girls.
D: Girls?
B: Yeah, I like girls. Cheetahs and girls on my wall.

B: Can we give Buggy away?
D: Why?
B: She's annoying.
D: Who do you want to give her to?
B:  Jillian. Jillian would like to have her.
D: Jillian already has a little sister.
B: What about Isaiah?
D: Isaiah has a sister, too/
B: Well we can't give her to Lolo and Lola (his grandparents), because I want to see them.  Doesn't anybody want a little sister?

Oh, boy. I think I have my hands full with my two little ones!

Pwetty Mama!

I think I have a girly-girl on my hands.  There is no doubt that Buggy is a girl. She loves purses, all sorts of purses.  Before she got a few of her own, she used to take my bag and try to haul it around the house. No small feat since my purse us usually filled to the brim with stuff.  She also used to take the camera bag and use that as her purse. Fortunately my brother bought her a cute little skirt purse (I'll have to take a picture of it) and she loved it. She carries it around everywhere. Our friend A. also bought her a cute little purse just her size and she loves to carry that around, too. She comes by it honestly as I love purses, too ;)

Her newest thing is to watch Mama put on make-up. She stands on a stool as I put on my make up in the bathroom. As I put on my eye shadow, Buggy points to her eyes, closes them and says, "Ayes, Ayes. Ayes, Mama." Then as I put on my blush she says, "Bwush, Mama. Bwush." And then when I put on my lipstick, "wips, Mama, wips." All the while pointing to the right body part and saying all of this.  After I finish, I usually take the big blush brush and swipe on her eyes and cheeks. There's very little make up on it and it makes her happy. I put Burt's Bees lip balm on her lips for "pwetty lips" and she's happy. So happy that she snatches up one of her purses, finds Daddy and bats her eyes at him and says, "Pwetty, Daddy. Pwetty." Oh, brother!

Lost Keys Provide Cleaning and Organizing Opportunity

This blog is so aptly named. I really am the epitome of the Discombobulated Mommy. I work really hard to be organized and for me it is hard work. It is not something that comes naturally to me.

Yesterday, I lost my keys...again.  We have a key hook and I thought that I always put them there. That's where they usually are when I find them. When I lost my keys several weeks ago and I called my husband at work to ask if he'd seen them I told him that they weren't in their usual place and that I put them on the key hook about 90% of the time. How about 50% of the time? My wonderful husband often finds them on the counter, on a side table, on the kitchen table or on our bed and puts them on the key hook for me so that I can find them in the morning.  That morning I happened to find them between the footboard and our mattress. They had fallen out of my jeans pocket and fallen there. Go figure!

I lost them again, yesterday. I had already fed and dressed the kids and they were ready for us to go to the gym. I started looking for my keys and after a few minutes realized they were not in any of the usual places.  My 3 year old followed me around the house giving me advice about what I should do: "Mommy, you should really put away your keys in the right place.  Mommy, you should always put away your things. Mommy, you should really clean up the stuff around the house."  Sage advice, not helpful when you are trying to find your lost item. He followed me around the house spouting suggestions and advice.  I finally turned on the tv and asked him to watch television so that I could look for my keys in peace.

 I eventually did find them. I called my husband again and he had accidentally taken them to work. He saw them on the kitchen table and picked them up to put them on the key hook and accidentally put them in his pocket and walked out the door.

Nonetheless, the lost keys encouraged me to organize the house. We couldn't go anywhere and I went on a cleaning frenzy. I, of course, avoided the pile of papers on the kitchen counter that I need to go through to recycle and put away. I just don't have the time to do it. I also need to be less frenzied when I do it...or do I? However, the bathrooms and my bedroom look great!

Crap, we're stuck

Those are the words my 3 year old said when we were stuck in the craziness called the Costco parking lot.

We were trying to get out and my son say, "Crap, we're stuck."
Me: "what did you say?"
Son: "Crap, we're stuck."
Me: "Where did you hear crap?"
Son: You said it a long time ago, Mommy.

Flashback to the 90's PSA where the kid is rolling or smoking a joint and the father catches him and says "Where did you learn that?" and the kid says, "I learned it from watching you!" in the angsty teenage voice.

Back to current situation and to myself in my head...crap, my son heard me say crap.

Me: Sweetheart, that's not a really nice word and Mommy should not have said it.  I'm sorry, please don't
        use it again.
Son:  Why Mommy. Why isn't it a nice word?
Me: It isn't, I'm sorry. Please don't say it again. When did you hear me say it?
Son: A long time ago, Mommy.

And then he starts singing, "Ohhhhh, I want crap for Christmas. Ohhhh, nothing more will do. Ohhhh, I want crap for Christmas, My Christmas wish'll come true."

If you are from Baltimore you might recognize the song, "I want crabs for Christmas."
That's right, crabs not crap!

I started laughing and said, "Oh, it's crabs, (emphasizing the "b"), not crap. Crabs are fine. Mommy loves crabs. They are a type of seafood. It's I want crabs for Christmas. Not crap. CRABS.

My son is adamant it's crap and I correct him again. And then he sings, "Oh I want crabs and lobsters for Christmas. Oh, I want crabs and lobsters for dinner. Oh, nothing more will do. Oh, I want crabs and lobsters for dinner. My Christmas wish'll come true...."

Whew...dodged a bullet there. I think...