The other day I thought to myself as I listened to and watched my kids play, I genuninely enjoy these little people. Which is a nice thought, considering they are my children. But I love watching the slow transformation into the big people they will become someday. Hopefully, not anytime too soon.
The other night I made a rockin' Sheperds Pie. D came in from playing in the neighborhood and asked what was for dinner. I opened the oven door to show him my masterpiece and he said, "I'm not interested." I would have expected the response Gogo gave me, which was to crinkle up her nose and tell me "I am NOT eating THAT!" He kills me though-a 70 year old man trapped in a 9 year olds body some days. He actually ended up eating 2 bowls of it and praised it highly.
He doesn't miss many details, which is a trait he 110% inherited from his daddy. His teacher I'm sure by now, has recognized this and yesterday made him Donut Police at a class party they had. His sole job was to stand there and make sure people only took one donut and they one they touched first was the one they put on their plate. I'm certain he was as good as gold at this.
Speaking of good as gold, Gogo was awarded Star Student last week. It was given to her for being a Good Citizen and Rocking Timed Math Quizzes. She was pleased, to say the least. I'm not sure what the Citizen thing entails but I do know she rocks math-most days she has finished her math sheet on the bus before even getting home. Another trait inherited from daddy.
Last night she and I took D to Boy Scouts and while there, she decides to root through my purse. Holding a tampon like a pitchfork, she asks "What is This For?" No, I wasn't in a room full of dads and young boys and No, I wasn't sitting next to my neighbor. Thankfully, I don't think he saw anything. I snatched it away and quickly told her it was for nothing. She looked dubious and just gave me a "Whatever".
Squeezalicious has been singing this song in the car lately-"The Sun Goes Down, The Moon Comes Out, I'm a Naked Owl!" This could very well be the lyrics to a current pop song and of course I would never know it. She also has the ability to hear a song once or twice and then be able to sing it almost word for word. In her own language, of course. Out of my 3, she is the most musical by far. Finally, one like me.
Yesterday she and I were in a very small boutique, wasting time. The only people in the store were the two of us, the employee and one other lady. In her best BIG GIRL VOICE, she bellows "MOM! I got a booger in my nose!" I shush her and offer her a kleenex. She digs for gold in the mirror and I take the tissue, assuming she has conquered it. But, no. "MOM! It's still in there!" So I shush her again, take the tissue myself and begin to mine. I am successful and I put the dirty tissue in my purse, along with the loose tampons, old raisins and hand sanitizer floating around in there. She yells "Where did you put my booger?!" Gawwdd.
Thanksgiving is only 2 days away and I have a lot to be grateful for. For these three precious little people, their stories and for just being here to take it all in.
The other night I made a rockin' Sheperds Pie. D came in from playing in the neighborhood and asked what was for dinner. I opened the oven door to show him my masterpiece and he said, "I'm not interested." I would have expected the response Gogo gave me, which was to crinkle up her nose and tell me "I am NOT eating THAT!" He kills me though-a 70 year old man trapped in a 9 year olds body some days. He actually ended up eating 2 bowls of it and praised it highly.
He doesn't miss many details, which is a trait he 110% inherited from his daddy. His teacher I'm sure by now, has recognized this and yesterday made him Donut Police at a class party they had. His sole job was to stand there and make sure people only took one donut and they one they touched first was the one they put on their plate. I'm certain he was as good as gold at this.
Speaking of good as gold, Gogo was awarded Star Student last week. It was given to her for being a Good Citizen and Rocking Timed Math Quizzes. She was pleased, to say the least. I'm not sure what the Citizen thing entails but I do know she rocks math-most days she has finished her math sheet on the bus before even getting home. Another trait inherited from daddy.
Last night she and I took D to Boy Scouts and while there, she decides to root through my purse. Holding a tampon like a pitchfork, she asks "What is This For?" No, I wasn't in a room full of dads and young boys and No, I wasn't sitting next to my neighbor. Thankfully, I don't think he saw anything. I snatched it away and quickly told her it was for nothing. She looked dubious and just gave me a "Whatever".
Squeezalicious has been singing this song in the car lately-"The Sun Goes Down, The Moon Comes Out, I'm a Naked Owl!" This could very well be the lyrics to a current pop song and of course I would never know it. She also has the ability to hear a song once or twice and then be able to sing it almost word for word. In her own language, of course. Out of my 3, she is the most musical by far. Finally, one like me.
Yesterday she and I were in a very small boutique, wasting time. The only people in the store were the two of us, the employee and one other lady. In her best BIG GIRL VOICE, she bellows "MOM! I got a booger in my nose!" I shush her and offer her a kleenex. She digs for gold in the mirror and I take the tissue, assuming she has conquered it. But, no. "MOM! It's still in there!" So I shush her again, take the tissue myself and begin to mine. I am successful and I put the dirty tissue in my purse, along with the loose tampons, old raisins and hand sanitizer floating around in there. She yells "Where did you put my booger?!" Gawwdd.
Thanksgiving is only 2 days away and I have a lot to be grateful for. For these three precious little people, their stories and for just being here to take it all in.
