I suppose I should be embarrassed to admit my “Not Me, Monday” moments. But hey, this is my life! I just have to laugh. Yes, that was me. And I love to share the laughs with you.
All too commonplace around my house are quotes like these from my three-year-old: “I need to go potty. Will you keep an eye on Micah?”
Without moving my head, I glance at her, perplexed, perhaps even mildly insulted.
Sure, I say . . . I’ll ‘keep an eye on’ him.
On Sunday morning, I was awakened by the same three-year-old, knocking on our bedroom door. I had a terrible headache, but the 8-week-old was still sleeping–so yes, I was “sleeping in,” past 6:30, past 7, even past 7:30! [Gasp.]
Unacceptable for this three-year-old, who had already taken off her pull-ups and PJs and decided to “get ready for the day,” as she always says.
Imitating the sounds wafting toward my ear from baby monitor, she made three clicking sounds: “[Click. Click. Click.]. . . Hear that, Mommy? It’s Micah!”
Just then, as if on cue, her brother screamed over the monitor. As if it wasn’t obnoxious enough three feet away, she picked up the monitor and held it up to my ear. “Hear that screaming?!” she exclaimed, wide-eyed. “That’s your son! Go get your son out of his crib, Mommy!”
Wow. . .
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Then there was Saturday. I had all three kids with me at the mall. Micah and Carissa were in the Combi Twin Sport. They were both sick, so I had Mara walk. Before we went inside, I told her she would have to be sure to walk quickly and stay close to Mommy . . . I’m walking along at a pretty reasonable pace–reasonable for a mom, anyway.
My very loud three-year-old is running behind me, as fast as her little legs will take her in her summer sandals, swinging her arms back and forth, yelling: “Mommmmmmm! SLOW DOWN!” over and over. I’m sure it was a funny site. Me. Bookin’ it through the mall. Pushing the carseat and Micah in the double stroller. With the 3 year-old 10 yards back, yelling. . . Wait a minute, surely that’s not how I sound when we’re going for a walk and Mara gets too far away? . . . or . . . is it?
Occasionally I will think, “If I died, the kids would be okay.–They’d have Mara.”
With a kid like her, who needs a mom anyway?
i just wanted to let you know that i’ve been cracking up with your blog posts lately! not cracking up as in laughing @ you, but more laughing with you! mara is a treat and far more wise than most 3 yr olds!!! and it’s amazing to see them respond to things in a manner that we do!
…i wish i could write and capture the real picture like you do!!!