Let’s face it. Way back when, when you were imagining having children, you never really imagined you would be that informed about another being’s bowel movements.
My kid just spelled and wrote “cat” correctly. I will now pick myself off of the floor.
I know that Bean is picking these up from other people. It’s just that somewhere something gets shifted in translation.
“I’m Ok with that.”
As in “yes mommy. I can go to grans house even if I skip quiet time. I’m OK with that. ”
Example: “bobby eats his boogers. It’s gross, for really.”
Bean has been coughing. Alot. Alot Alot. This is despite a steroid inhaler that she has been on for a different reason. I am afeared that it’s possible that the illness causing the cough is possibly worse than it is presenting. ugh. I may have to take tomorrow off for a trip to Peds. I seriously need to not take tomorrow off. ugh.
In other news, today’s experience at a Staff Appreciation Brunch can only be defined as an epic fail. Seriously. Cake and fruit and chicken biscuits and pastry and did I mention the cake? (Shaking head slowly at myself. Thinking about sending myself to bed without any supper.)
B: I didnt know animals could talk. (watching Over the Hedge.)
B: Mommy. Can I run in the bathroom?
M: Um. Yeah? Are you gonna run around in circles?
B: mmmm. Ice (cicle taken off of front of car) tastes good.
Reason 589 why my kid is cool. When given the choice between Build-a-Bear and the park, she chooses the park.
I was informed this morning, by Bean, that I needed Lip Chap. And here I was afraid that all the quirky verbal things of childhood has gone the way of no-gurt. Thank goodness I was wrong! Bring on the lip chap!