“Did you get hurt?” I asked Joshua.
“No. I’m 99% ok and only 1% hurt.” was his reply.
“What kind of party do you want for your birthday mom?” Kaylee asked, 2 months in advance. We brainstormed some of the things I like: daisies, penguins, chocolate, scissors, blankets and cupcakes. She wrote down a plan, just like I did for her party. It never crossed my mind that my daughter could plan a party for me….sweet!
“You have the best mommy. I love Grammy.” Grace told me one day.
Grace: (Screeching) There’s a spider on the pink hooker!
Grace: On the pink HOOKER!!
Turns out the “hooker” is a pink plastic hanger.
A text to Brian during one of my (unusual) 10 hour work days:
Me: Busy day, everything is running late. Can’t get home.
Brian: It’s ok. I took kids to Strong Museum.
Me: There’s nothing like listening to HIV and STD presentation to make me appreciate being in a monogamous relationship.
“Mom, I’ve got good news and I’ve got bad news for you.” Kaylee announced out of the blue. “The bad news is that I haven’t been able to change Gracie’s diapers until today. The good news is that now I can! I will change all her wet diapers and you can change all the poopy ones.” (Kaylee is 5, Grace will be 3 in a few months and hopefully potty trained soon. And *THAT* will be good news!)
"I made you some carbs and coffee." I said, throwing a plate full of French toast on the table. In one month, Brian lost 13 unwanted pounds while *I* lost none on a low carb diet.
“I think it’s funny we have four bedrooms, but the entire family is sleeping in our bedroom” I commented one morning when I woke up to find one kid in our bed and the other two sprawled on the floor.
“I don’t like when he waggs me!” Gracie wailed about my mom’s dog.