Tonight we attempted to play the game of "Nobody touch Mommy or you lose." I live with a bunch of losers.
During the descent of the airplane into Minneapolis, "MOMMY!!! I LOST MY WORDS!!! Where are my words?! Da da da...see I can't find them. THEY ARE LOST!!!!!" said Charlie.
I thought homeboy was just being silly until I saw him at the baggage claim yawn, look surprised, and excitedly yell, "MOMMY!!!! My words are back!!!! I FOUND MY WORDS!!!"
AKA...his ears finally popped. So cute.
SOMETIMES...I snuggle my kid(s) until they fall asleep at night. OKAY ALL THE TIME. Usually, I put Olivia to bed and Mark puts Charlie to bed. Tonight when I put Charlie to bed, the dang kid booby trapped me. He seized me with both tiny muscle man arms around my neck - I MUST lay on HIS arm - and he wrapped his hands up in my hair. Fistfuls of hair like yarn on a spool! I moved and I set the trap, "Maahhhmmmmy, nooooooo, one more minute. You get me water and come back and sleep with me. Noooo....one more minute." I may be here all night folks...in the toddler bed. Help.
O: "Mommy, WHO is Miss-iss-ippi?"
Me: "You mean the river?"
O: "Well...okay...THEN why do people always say, 'One Mississippi, two Mississippi, three Mississippi???'"
Poor kid was so confused.
