As a mother, I am well aware everyone thinks their kids are the cutest, smartest, wittiest...it comes with the territory of parenthood. I am no exception. My daughters are 2 1/2 and 1 1/2 and say the darnedest things. I always think I should stop and write what they say in a journal, but I live in the real world and don't have the ability to drop life and journal every 5 seconds. (I guess all the mothering, wifery, housework, work work and family get in the way!)
This summer Rhu, the 2 1/2 year old brought me to tears I was laughing so hard at the funny things she said. One bright summer morning our overly excitable dog accompanied me as I went into the nursery to get the girls up and dressed. The girls were awake and playing in their respective beds as our big black dog, Madison happily barked her way into their room. Her barking is nothing new, but I guess Rhu wasn't a morning person that morning. In the most serious voice she could muster with the look of an old crotchety lady, she promptly covered her ears and yelled, "MADISON...inside voice!" It was like she should have been wearing a housecoat and curlers she sounded like such an annoyed old fart! I never heard such a thing and I think I burst out laughing before Rhu could remove her hands from her ears. Even Madison was stunned. She had never requested babies in this house, much less ones that would yell at her!
RaRa is 1 1/2 and just as spunky as her older sister. She speaks very well in full simple sentences, but it's her one or two word quick quips that kill. We've always given the girls high-fives when they do a good job. They get a kick out of it and we enjoy their giggles. Last week, RaRa was playing nicely when out of the blue her tiny little hand went up in the air and she proclaimed, "HIGH-FIVE!" She was serious as a heart attack and looking for someone to validate her good will. Previous to this, I could never image a 17 month old acting like a 25 year old male playing pick-up flag football...guess I was wrong!
Our oldest is particularly picky when it comes to food. We've tried everything. Different foods, sauces, even a diet of carbs with a little cream cheese thrown in for good measure. I think it's God's way of punishing me for being such a picky eater. Still I try giving her new foods and hope she eats them. Last week I made spagetti with meatballs. I didn't hold out much hope for her eating them, but I tried nonetheless. To my amazement she took a bite. With a look of shock on her face she announced, "This is good." She then took another bite and said, "Daddy this is gooood!" It was like I had been feeding her gruel all this time and I suddenly switched to decent food!
Perhaps the cutest words uttered from Rhu came just last week. We went to the store to do some shopping. My husband and I agreed she didn't have to go in the cart and would be allowed to walk as we decided on birthday gifts. After looking at several options, we found ourselves wondering aimlessly down aisles. Rhu took it upon herself to pick up several objects and study them carefully. Promptly she enthusiastically proclaimed, "OH WOW!!" at each object like a Floridian who has never seen snow. Her genuine excitement at each little package of pencils and computer knick-knacks that had been relegated to the end of the aisles was amazing. It was like she was digging for oil and came across a gusher that would have made the Clampets jealous. I guess you had to be there...
Maybe that journal idea isn't so bad...as the girls grow it becomes harder and harder to remember all the funny stories. I guess I understand better now why my mom doesn't recall my sleeping patterns as a child or how I became the family baker. Maybe mothering destroys your memory. Wait, what was I saying?
This is simply a work of intelligence. I look forward to more stories!
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