Scribbled in a notepad with no date:
Me: “Em, try this fettucini. You’re going to die.”
Em: Tastes a bite. Head falls back and eyes roll up in head.
Me: “Lex, Emma has died and gone to noodle heaven.”
Lex: “Yaaaaaay! Oops. I meant: Darn!”
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Dirty little secrets
Originally posted on Buttershug.com on February 12, 2003.
So, I go to Lex’s class once a week with a friend and we listen to the kids read and then help them take the computer quizzes that follow. I’ve learned a little something over the months I’ve been doing this: kids like to talk.
You’d like to think they’re talking about their cute puppy, or their new jump rope, or the trip to the zoo last weekend. Nope. Huh uh. They’re telling your top family secrets and they’re not sorry they’re doing it.
I now know whose dad has a hairy butt, whose little sister likes to smear feces on the walls, and that time somebody’s mom fell down the porch steps because grandma said she’d been drinking too much beer.
Now, don’t worry, I’m not about to go repeating this information. But now you know why I have a grin on my face when I pass by you on the sidewalk.
My kids can fly
The girls went through a period in which they did not stop moving through the air. Maybe it was all of the Florida sunshine, maybe it was the swingset that made for a perfect launchpad. Either way, I must have taken hundreds of photos of them jumping, twisting and levitating. Here is a set that I posted on my site a few years ago:
Driving with a 5 year-old
Originally posted in 2003 on Buttershug.com:
Mommy! Look!
I can’t look right now.
Oh, I forgot. – Mommy, watch this!
Honey, I can’t right now, remember?
Oh yeah. – Mommy, can you tie my shoe?
Uhm…
I didn’t tie it good. Can you do it?
Sure, in a minute.
But,
Emma!
What?
What’s Mommy doing right now?
Driving… Oh, I forgot.
That’s okay.
Mommy?
What?
Can we listen to that song about take me to the beach?
Sure, baby.