#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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#AtoZChallenge: J is for Joker

There are two things my family loves: Star Wars and superheroes. You’d be hard-pressed to go in any room in our house and not find something related to one of those two subjects. (And on the off-chance that there wasn’t a toy or comic book or whatever lying around, then you’d most certainly see something related to Lord of the Rings, so there’s that. Dork Central over here.) There are often discussions about the better superhero, villain, or Star Wars episode. And, if, god forbid, you confuse Star Wars with Stars Trek or mix up your comic book worlds — suggest that Iron Man is a Justice League member, for example — then prepare to be dead to us all.

Okay, maybe that last line is an exaggeration. But there will be judgment and appalled looks. We try to keep the looks concealed, but if you call us “Trekkies” while we’re talking about how awesome the latest Star Wars movie is, then all bets are off.

Little Man still sings my praises for being a cool mom. I’ve yet to grow up and act like a typical 30-ish mom — and probably won’t — so we have a lot of shared interests. Namely the stuff listed above, but we also share the same dry sense of humor, plus a love of The Office and old school video games. This stuff makes me the-bomb-dot-com (and that comment definitely proves the whole “dorky” thing isn’t all talk). Anyway, while singing my praises one day recently, he paid me this little compliment:

I can’t remember what I said to warrant that comment, but I can only imagine that it was equal parts amazeballs and sinister. (As sinister as a 33-year-old stay-at-home-mom can get, anyway.) At any rate, I know it was a compliment and that my heart went Grinch-mode and grew three sizes.

That mash-up would look slightly terrifying. (+1 to Baby Girl for knowing that this was supposed to be Mommy Joker/Wonder Woman when she saw this.)
For the record, I actually have dressed up as Wonder Woman and the Joker for Halloween — just not at the same time. A few years ago I went as the Joker and my husband went as Catwoman (not the Halle Berry Catwoman, though). We also did the superhero thing as a family this past Halloween:

What nerdy interests do you guys have?

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#AtoZChallenge: I is for Illness

Despite making a list with topics to write about for almost every day of this challenge, I’ve only used 3 of the 8 topic ideas I’d planned. For whatever reason, the original idea isn’t going to work out, so I’m left scrambling at the last second trying to find a new topic. Clearly I should have just skipped planning altogether and winged it.

Since the “I” for today isn’t going to work (I accidentally used it for part of another post), I asked Little Man for suggestions. He considered it for a moment and suggested “illness.” Since one of us has had a virus or some other illness for the better part of the last four months, it’s no surprise that particular “I” word was at the forefront of his mind.

“Yeah, girl,” Little Man said,  “You know how we’ve been getting sick all the time. Ooooh, you could draw how we get sick on purpose, too, that way we can get out of school.”

Uh, what?

“You each got the flu twice since the beginning of the New Year to get out of school? Plus strep?” I asked. And then there were other various stomach bugs and colds. That would be pretty hardcore.

Little Man looked rather sheepish. “Well, not exactly like that. But we were happy to get sick because we did get out of school.”

“Hmm. So there was a silver lining with getting the flu.”

Illness it is, then.

Rather than give you a visual of the behind-the-scenes flu puking action (maybe I’ll save that for another day), I’ll write a little bit about how Baby Girl keeps claiming to be sick. Most of the time she looks for excuses to go to the doctor, because she loves the doctor — she even walks around with a stethoscope half the time. (Last week she said she needed to go to the hospital over a scratch.) Sometimes, though, her illnesses appear when she wants something.

Like on Sunday:

I was cracking up over her sudden illness that could only be cured by a popsicle, but things turned south after I said she was full of crap. (Oops.)

Thought bubble not shown: “Out of all of the four-letter words I’ve said, ‘crap’ is the one you’re offended by?”

Yeah, she got the popsicle.

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#AtoZChallenge: H is for Hulk DNA

Like a lot of kids, Little Man has a love-hate relationship with school. He usually enjoys going — and often comes home excited about the things he got to do — but is less than thrilled with other parts. Namely having to get up in the mornings, staying for seven hours, and going for five days per week. (Half days two or three days per week is what he thinks would be suitable.) Oh, and the homework — he hates that, too. He considers it a form of medieval torture, and in kindergarten — when he’d come home with an hour’s worth of homework that required cutting, pasting, and coloring — I didn’t disagree.

During a complaint session back in first grade, Little Man gave us some interesting reasons for why he shouldn’t have to do the school thing.

You can’t say that the kid doesn’t have his priorities in order — Hulk DNA should definitely trump working on handwriting.

What are some excuses your kids (or you as a kid) came up with to try to get out of school?

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#AtoZChallenge: A is for Alphabet Store

Woohoo, it’s April A to Z Challenge time! Thirty days of trying not to procrastinate are ahead of me.

To get things started — if you didn’t read my post from yesterday, my theme for the challenge is Things Kids Say. I have two hilarious kids (sometimes intentionally and some unintentionally) that I love to talk about, so why not? Since the basis for my posts will already be provided, all I have to do is come up with a doodle to go along with them. (Yeah right, I’ll totally get behind and have a day where I write H, I, J, and K are for Hey, I’m Just Kidding or something like that.)

So, for today I’m pulling out something Little Man (who is 9 now) said when he was a bit younger.

I went to school to become a teacher and did teach for a year before going the mommy route. So, when he mentioned the “alphabet store,” I automatically assumed that he was referring to the teaching supply store we had gone in once when he was much younger. That wasn’t it, though. I guessed “library” next, but that wasn’t it, either. A few minutes later, though, he was able to show me the place he wanted to visit:

Oh, that alphabet store. The one we drive past every day with the letters on it, just like he said. D’oh! I had to break it to him that, no, he couldn’t visit the alphabet store until he was 21. This didn’t sit well with him because “they shouldn’t call it an ABC store if they don’t want kids to come in,” but there wasn’t much I could do about that.

(In case you’re wondering, Mommy totally visited the alphabet store later.)

And that’s that for the first day! If you’re here for the A to Z Challenge, please leave a link to your post so I can be sure to drop by.

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#ThingsKidsSay: Ruining Reputations

Over the past year or so, I’ve noticed Little Man making the transition from calling me “Mommy” to calling me “Mom.” At first he started calling me “Mom” in front of other kids and called me “Mommy” in private, but now it’s mostly “Mom,” unless he wants something. He’s nine now, so it’s about that time, I suppose.

Yesterday I showed Little Man a draft of a doodle post that I’m working on. It shows him doing something when he was younger, and in the picture, it shows him addressing me as “Mommy,” since that is what he called me then. Accuracy and all. This, I’ve found out, is problematic for me tween-to-be.

Those hobbit-sized feet are also accurate.

That’s me — the ruiner of reputations. Maybe that will be printed on my gravestone. I wonder how much longer I’ll be able to refer to him as “Little Man” before I’m accused of ruining his street creed.

What have your kids said to make you chuckle lately?

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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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