So, you know Sofia got her ears pierced last weekend...here's a new story I just had to relay:
(Upon learning that I went to a friend's jewelry show):
Sofia: Mom, did you get me anything?
Me: Yes, actually, honey I bought you a small pair of pink earrings, but you can't wear them until you have those earrings in for 5 more weeks.
Sofia: But Mom, what did you get?
Me: I bought a necklace and a ring.
Sofia: I don't like you, Mom.
Me (startled): What? Why, honey?
Sofia (arms on hips): Because you shoulda got me a necklace and a ring too.
Me (arms on hips too): Well, if you'd like, I can take your earrings back.
Sofia: Mom, I am not going to miss you when you're at work.
Me: Ouchhh, Fia, careful -- you're gonna hurt Mommy's feelings.
Fia: Sorry, Mom. I still love you and I will miss you today.
Me: Thanks Sofia. I love you and will miss you too. You can always wear my jewelry. I like to share.
And another doozy from the other night -- only this guilt trip came from Gabe:
(Upon learning the babysitter was coming over on Saturday night:)
Gabe (pouting): Mom, you should've left me and Sofia in your belly.
Me (startled): What, Gabe? Why? What are you talking about?
Gabe: If you and Dad didn't want to spend time with us, you should've left us in your belly.
Me: Ohhh, Gabe, we spend lots of time with you and Sofia. We try to go out every now and then, but we would really much rather hang out with you and Sofia. That's why we try to go out very close to your bedtime, so we don't miss much time at all with you.
Gabe: Oh, okay, Mom. I guess it's good you let us out of your belly then.
Yes, someday, I will clarify that sentiment. Just not yet... :D For now, he can envision he and Sofia sprouted out of my belly like alien creatures. LOL!
And one last, probably not G-rated, story for this blog...
The other night, we were reading to both kids like we always do at bedtime when this conversation ensued:
Tim (with a faux Texan accent): Excuse me, ma'am, but I think I see your areola.
Me (too startled not to laugh): Tim, you do not! Don't say stuff like that in front of the kids.
Gabe (picking up on the giggling): Hahahaha, Mommy, I see your hairy-ola.
Me (laughing almost too hard to speak): Gabe, Mommy does not have hairy-olas. That would be your daddy with the hairy-olas. So, please, please don't tell anyone that anyone but daddy has hairy-olas.
Ahhhh, I can just hear that one coming back to haunt me. Why is it that Tim's stories never come back to haunt him? Only me... LOL!
4 comments:
You're absolutely right, that statement will come back to haunt you, but things don't come back to haunt Tim. I've always said he must have been born under a lucky star.
As I read your blogs I keep thinking what lucky kids you have--they have such a great time with you, you provide them with so many fun family times and they're learning to see humor in everything!
I'm just shaking my head at how Tim managed to work the word 'areola' into a bedtime story for the children... :)
K - you have the cutest family, ever.
As I keep saying, your kids crack me up!
I thought I commented on this one- but maybe I did on Facebook...I'm just glad you're writing down the stories- I wish I had when you all were little because now I have trouble remembering who did/said what!
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