Active Volcanoes

Sometimes Little Man and I play a game of sorts where we try to one-up each  other. For example, I’ll tell him that I want to hug him so hard his eyes pop out. And he’ll counter that with, “Well, I want to hug you so hard that your intestines come out of your mouth.”

Yes, he usually wins.

And, yes, we’re dorks.

We typically deadpan our comments to each other, which can make things more interesting if we’re out in public. If you were the casual observer and overheard some our conversations, then you’d probably be a bit shocked. You might even be tempted to call CPS, and you’d most definitely shoot a look of disgust at us. (Can you tell that we’ve been there and done that last part a few times?) For the sake of not having dirty looks shot at my blog, I’ll leave those conversations out for now.

Today’s doodle shows our most recent one-up exchange. This one won’t appall you and is rather sappy, but he one-ups me all the same.

He definitely wins. And he didn’t even make a comment about Anakin’s face burning off in the lava, which was surprising since that comes up more often than it probably should.

Is there anything that causes people to give you odd looks when you’re out?

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Happy Mother’s Day, Indeed

As much as I joke around about the kids’ clinginess and stuff, Little Man and Baby Girl really have a love for me that just blows my mind at times. I could do a post about Mother’s Day expectations vs. reality or one about the shenanigans my kids have been up to today, but I’ll save those for later and focus on the sweet stuff.

Little Man is a total mama’s boy. Always has been and, hopefully, always will be.

All. Nine. Realms. I want that on my tombstone.

And now for the toddler…

Yesterday I asked Baby Girl if she knew what tomorrow was, and she asked if it were a school day. I told her that it’s not (and won’t be for another three months — it’s going to break her heart when it sinks in that there is no more preschool for that long), but that it was going to be Mother’s Day.

“It gonna be Mudder’s Day?” she asked.

“Yep.”

She wrapped her arms around me and said, “You the best mudder I could have.” I didn’t think she had an inkling what Mother’s Day is, so to hear all that made my heart extra melty.

Yeah, poor Daddy.

Happy Mother’s Day to all you mamas and to anyone else who fills that role.

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#AtoZChallenge: L is for Love

Is Flashback Friday still a thing? I occasionally see a Throwback Thursday in my Facebook feed, but haven’t seen Flashback Friday lately, so maybe that one’s out the window now — an old school meme even. Maybe one day soon we’ll be saying, “I remember back in the day when we did Flashback Fridays and not these newfangled Memory Mondays the kids are into now.”

So, yes, this post is going to take us back in time a little — back in Little Man time. (In all fairness, so do some of the other posts, but for the sake of opening paragraphs and all that, we’ll just ignore that.)

Kids know a lot about love. They love their toys, marshmallows (yeah, I’m looking at you, Baby Girl, as if you can read this), and the godawful Power Rangers. They also know about loving their daddies and mommies and sometimes their siblings. They even know a little bit about marriage, as you’ll read about tomorrow.

Both of my kids love me. Baby Girl’s love sometimes crosses the line between doting daughter and obsessive stalker, and Little Man has mostly thought that I’m the most awesome person ever. They’re also both pretty open about the fact that they love me the most. (Poor husband.) Baby Girl currently tells us that she loves me “this big” (arms spread wide) and my husband “this big” (pointer fingers spaced about an inch apart). Little Man tries to be more diplomatic now, but those last-second changes to add his dad’s name to cards that profess how much he loves me aren’t fooling anyone.

Yes, I accidentally made Baby Girl a giant toddler.

For today’s #AtoZ doodles, we’ll step back to when Little Man was 4 and 6. (And we’ll also have a quick cry over realizing that one of these was half a lifetime ago and the other was before Baby Girl was born.)

The first one, at age four, occurred one night when I was tucking in Little Man. I told him how much I loved him, but apparently it wasn’t enough.

And in this one, a six-year-old LM had just given me a letter saying how much he loves me when things got morbid.

He has quite a way with words.

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Things Kids Say Thursday: New Ears

Sometimes kids can say the sweetest things.

As some of y’all already know, I have hearing loss in both ears. I was born with nerve damage, so I’ve dealt with that all my life. I can hear, but I can’t hear that great and sometimes I miss a lot of stuff, especially if there’s background noise.

Yesterday, we were waiting on a phone call from Little Man’s doctor when Baby Girl told me that my cell was ringing. I didn’t hear it at all. I told her later that I appreciated her telling me it was ringing since I can’t hear well.

“Mommy’s ears don’t work very well, so I need your help hearing things sometimes,” I told her.

“Your ears not work?” she asked.

“Not very good,” I answered.

“Poor Mommy,” Baby Girl said, looking sad. And then she said this:

Y’all, I about melted. (And that’s me melting, in case you couldn’t tell.) Had we been at Walmart or somewhere else with all the toys when she said that, she’d have gotten everything. Sometimes it really amazes me at the sweet, thoughtful stuff she can come up with. (Her brother is the same way — he’ll even turn subtitles on my movies for me without asking.)

What’s one of the sweetest thing you’ve ever heard your kid say?

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#ThingsToddlersSay: Feel Better

Kids can be hilarious at times — sometimes it’s intentional, and sometimes it’s not. And sometimes they can do things so sweet that you wonder how you managed to put something so kindhearted into the world. (And, to be fair, you also sometimes wonder how you managed to put little heathens in the world.)

Last Sunday, I wasn’t feeling great — I wasn’t sick, but had some cramping stuff going on and needed to lie down and use the heating pad. Unfortunately, Baby Girl is not a fan of me lying down, ever.

“Mommy, you not go to sleep! You get up and play with me!” the two-year-old tyrant demanded.

When I explained to her that I wasn’t feeling well and needed to lie down and suggested we read, she informed me in no uncertain terms that I wasn’t sick. “Mommy, you not sick. You don’t need the medicine. Please, get up! We go play Peppa and Batman and cook…”

She wasn’t short for ideas of things to do that didn’t include me lying on the heating pad. I thought I had convinced her to go play with her brother or her dad for a bit when she disappeared. A few minutes later, though, she was back carrying a little Halloween bucket that she had gotten from McDonald’s. The doodle below shows the sweet moment that followed.

Gah. My heart immediately melted. I asked my husband if he had suggested doing something to make me feel better, but this one was all on her own. It didn’t matter a bit that it was someone’s leftover bottle of water from the table and stale pretzels and popcorns leftover from a snack — I ate and drank every bit of it. And, yes, I eventually moved to the floor to play (thankfully that heating pad has a heck of a long cord).

What’s something your child has done that made your heart melt?

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