Things have been busy with work and submissions and a summer filled with swimming lessons and trying to keep my kids entertained and slightly less whiny (I'm failing spectacularly on that one, by the way), and so I haven't had much time to write here. But I will! I swear! I WILL MAKE IT HAPPEN. For you, my Squishies. For you.
Turbo updates:
- The Big One has decided to no longer eat meat. Unless it's bacon. Or deep-fried. Otherwise, he has a real problem with it. So now with the Little One's sensitivity to dairy, things have gotten really interesting when it comes to meal planning. Suddenly, I'm accidentally vegan quite often.
-We went on a family vacation with my husband's parents on the Oregon coast! It was beautiful and chilly and the boys got to build sandcastles and run in a HOUSE and play and be kids and that was fantastic. Also, this happened:
-Swimming lessons! They're taking them. And while I was thoroughly terrified that they'd drown (or the secondary drowning, good god, and if you don't know what I'm talking about DON'T LOOK IT UP or you will never stop worrying ever), they haven't. And they love it. And I get to watch them love it for 30 minutes every day while sitting in the sun wearing 900 liters of sunscreen.
-Summer! So much free time! SO MUCH FREE TIME. For them, of course, not for me. I'm trying to keep them busy enough so we don't all lose our minds, and I'm trying to work. Which really means keep them busy, still losing our minds, and I don't start working until 8:30pm. ppffffttth.
-I don't know what else! Both kids will be in school (Little One in preschool, Big One in kindergarten OHMYGOD) in the fall, and I don't quite know what to do with that. We'll discuss it later.
Anyhoo. In the midst of all this busy, I've been writing down weird things that keep coming out of my and my husband's mouths, so here. I offer these nuggets of odd as a peace offering. YOU'RE WELCOME.
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Weird Things Parents Say
After finding that my kids had ripped the bottom of a shopping bag, just to check it out, I said: "Much like the cardboard at the bottom of the xfinity bag, the children are destroying me so they can find out what I'm made of." And it's true. They totally are. (And like the xfinity bag, they're finding I'm sort of shoddily held together.)
"Everyone leave everyone's butt alone."
"Please be nice to your penis."
"When's the last time you changed your underwear?"
"I'm sorry I made you mad when I asked you not to call me dead."
"And that's a marble. Don't eat that."
"No. We don't shoot anyone with our butts."
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And, of course, the kids out-weird us sometimes, so here's some stuff they say, too. Both weird and adorable.
Little One
After the Big One got up from the table for the zillionth time to go blow his nose: "Brudder! He pit-peered! He witch! I fwared of him." (Translation: Brother! He disappeared! He's a witch! I'm scared of him.)
cerebra = zebra
callcano- volcano
Toefood = tofu
You-me = we; as in, "You-me played soccer!" or "You-me going to da park?"
Little One [while eating waffles]:"Mommy!! Der sugar in dere?"
Me: [Nodding] Mm-hmm.
Little One: "I wuv sugar! I wuv it!"
While I was singing an improvised song during dessert, the Little One said, "Mommy? Dat song not good for eating." Always a critic.
Big One
"Mommy? I love a little artist like me. Do you?"
amblee-ance = ambulance
apple critter = apple fritter
"These blueberries are so organic that I love them." I love my tiny hippy.
"Daddy? I am so compacted with laughs."
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