(Come see for yourself)
How is it that the last week of Kindergarten is more emotional for me than the first?
Me: Hey, it’s time to clean your room.
Daughter: It too much! I can’t clean all that.
Me: Well, let’s look at it together. Can you start with one thing? Pick one thing to clean.
Daughter: Yes.
Me: What do you pick?
Daughter: My room! (bursts into tears)
. . . I think we have a miscommunication. . .
Me: Okay, I need you to pick up the toys you dumped out.
Daughter: NO!
Danny: (in perfect Mommy imitation) Excuuuuuse me?
Daughter: Yes ma’am.
My work here is done.
Josh: Hey, can you give me a collage?
Me: What? I’m not getting the art stuff out now. It’s almost bedtime.
Josh: No, a COLLAGE. You know. (pulls up shirt)
Me: A massage?
Josh: Right. That’s what I said.
#almost
Nothing quite like hearing your precious princess yell from her bedroom, “Autobots! Transform!”
#littlesisterwithbigbrothers
Son: I sorry, Sister.
Daughter: Sorry?! All you can say is SORRY?!. . . It okay. I forgive you.
She is nothing if not dramatic.
Van windows down, music blaring, loving some hammered dulcimer and singing along with the Apostle’s Creed.
#proudtobeweird
Kids are fighting (that’s bad) about who can be the most helpful with the laundry (that’s good). I’ll take what I can get.
My Precious Four Year-Old,
If you just got away with telling a lie, it is best not to say “Whew!” to yourself as you walk away. You will be discovered.
Love,
Mommy
I asked my daughter to bring me what she’d need for spending a late night at Grama’s house. She brought me pajamas, her pig, 3 pairs of underwear, and a purse full of accessories.
Sounds about right.
It only takes one ten minute round of Hangman to realize your child’s spelling skills aren’t that great yet and that this is going to be a loooooooong summer.
“Mommy, he hurt my PEELINGS!”
Two things I’ve learned from this:
1) Maybe I don’t talk to my kids enough about their feelings.
2) We eat a lot of raw foods.
#winsomelosesome