Nosey Kid

Me: innocently sitting in the den minding my own business.

Enter four year old, placing hand, palm up in front of my face

“Here you go”

In her hand is what looks like an extremely tiny nondescript ball.

I reach out and pick it up squinting at it to get a better look.

Then casually ask “Where did you get this?”

She looked me straight in the eye and said “My nose."

Apparently, it’s been too long since I’ve had a preschooler because all those years ago I never would have reached out and taken something unknown from a kid's hand without double-checking what it was first.

 

Raspberry Break

I'm in my room at the computer.

Enter the 4-year-old, stage left.

She lifts up her shirt and proudly announces "See my tummy!"

Then she points at my tummy and pulls on my shirt.

I obediently lift up my shirt (figuring she won't judge the fact that I am chonkier than I should be) and she leans over and plants a giant raspberry on me and runs out of the room giggling.

I can now return to my regular scheduled typing.

 

Unsolved Mystery

Me, at my computer trying to finish the latest chapter in my book

 

Large ***THA-WHUMP*** from downstairs

 

Small voice in the distance "uh-oh!"

 

I get up and walk to the wall overlooking downstairs.

 

Same small voice "UH-OH!"

 

Me: "What happened?"

 

Small voice "uh-oh... uh-oh"

 

I head down the hall to the stairs

 

"What happened? What fell over?"

 

4 year old blur scurries past me, shoving me out of the way 

 

"I sorry, I sorry, I SO sorry!" 

 

Blur takes a hard right disappears into her room and slams door.

 

Upon inspection, I could find no sign of anything out of place or disturbed anywhere downstairs

 so as of right now, I have no clue, but figure at some time today I'm going to come across something 

and say "Well Crap".

 

Happy 2022

 Happy New Year to all you one or two readers who are still traipsing along with me through my blogging journey.

I'm doing another year in the life so if you'd like to follow along, the link is in the sidebar.

 

Milo hopes we all have a rainbow year!

Ramblings Ahead

I've got 8 kids (20-35) and 3 grandkids.

 

There really aren't many conditions or issues that I haven't experienced with this lot.

 

This is a list (I made more for myself than anyone else) of things I can say about one or more of them.

 

I have at least one kid who:

 

1. was birthed at home because I didn't make it to the hospital

2. was delivered by c-section

3. is my step-kid

4. was adopted

5. are parents themselves

6. went all the way through college and got a post-graduate degree

7. never went to college

8. are talented in art/music to the extreme

9. have had mental health issues and take meds to make it through their day

10. is gay

11. is trans

12. is on the spectrum

13. has gotten mad and not spoken to me for more than a year

14. has been there and helped me through some of the toughest times in my life

 

For the first time in all this parenting thing, everyone is basically good with everyone else. (Little spats here and there... welcome to life).

 

And I can say when you've got a large family where each and every person is difficult and wonderful and different in their own unique way that feels pretty good.

A death in the family tends to bring people together and make you realize exactly what is important and what is nothing but egocentric trash that you can dump in the bin because it doesn't mean anything.

This has been quite a year. I'm finding myself in ways I never knew were possible. Learning to trust myself and not need another person to tell me what's Ok and what isn't.

And finding all these people who through their differences are helping me be a better person and a better parent to them.

 

Nothing to See Here

Me: walking down hall towards the bedroom.

3 year old hears me coming, jumps off bed and bolts down hall

yelling “NOTHING” as she shoves by me.

That’s not suspicious at all.

Check my iPad that I have carelessly left open on the bed

I find this on the screen.

I start scrolling.

5 more screens just like this one.

Apparently she has learned to take pictures of herself.

My favorite is the bottom left that looks like it’s from that episode of the Twilight Zone.

 

 

 

Baby Shark Begone

How do you know have a 3-year-old in the house?

Because as you are walking down the hall to put the laundry in the dryer, you realize with horror that you just belted out 2 verses of Baby Shark while doing a fancy little 2 step action with the stuffed Minnie Mouse you collected at the top of the stairs.

On a side note, I really hate that song.