Deep thoughts...

Beanie: "Mom, when I get to heaven I'm not going to snuggle up with you."

Me: "Ok Beanie, why not?"

Beanie: "Because I am going to snuggle up to Jesus."


Sweetness.

File under after 4 kids I should know better....

Bathroom break after mass.

Baby is changed, Beanie is in the stall, I put the baby down in front of the 'nursing chair'. (you know the nasty one they put in church bathrooms for women to sit and nurse in.) No thanks...I can't nurse in a bathroom. GROSS.

Anyway, I put the baby down b/c I had no carrier and decided I needed to go as well. I am in there and I hear these weird splashing noises. AND I AM SO STUPID THE FIRST THINK I AM THINKING IS THAT THERE IS SOMETHING WRONG WITH BEANIE'S ELIMINATION PATTERNS. Yes, that was stupid. Because it was really Momo who somehow got past me and made it to the last stall where she was bathing in the handicapped toilet. YUCK.

I keep telling P. I am going to audition for Dirty Jobs!

On being #4.....

I think having a critical mass of older siblings probably makes one a bit of a performer or pleaser in some way. Miss Momo loves her audience. She starts beaming the minute they arrive in the minivan after school and seeks them out often. My favorite activity includes her walking attempts. Every time she takes a step her entourage breaks out into a chorus of "YEAH MOMO!" cheers and claps. Thus whenever she gets up to take a step she starts, stops, and then puts her hands together to clap for herself. I guess she figures that's how you are supposed to do it!

Uhh....not exactly

A conversation I just couldn't bear to interfere with:

Beanie: "I like to play on the palm puder."

Biki: "That's not how you say it. It's a kinputer. Say it like this, 'KIN-PUTE-ERH'."

Beanie: "No, I like palm puder."

Biki: "No its a KIN-PUTE-ERH." Say it right!

Do you like the graphic?

Since we don't do photos that's as good as it gets!

H/T MG....hope you don't mind I copied you!

Mixed Message

When I am going to get married again is always a big topic of conversation after every wedding we go to. Seems the girls just want to get in on another party and figure they're a shoe-in for flower girls. They are always sort of disappointed to realize that I am, indeed, already married and won't even consider getting married again short of P.'s untimely death.

So, Beanie and I were waiting at the doctor's the other day and she announces, loudly, "If you get married again, um, um, um, Daddy's going to die!"

Not exactly.....

Future Hoarder?

Beanie loves to pack up little purses and bags with things and drag them around the house and elsewhere if permitted. Today she had her little sister's tea party set bag filled to the brim and was carrying it around like a purse slung just so over her shoulder. I had to see what she had in there and this is what I found:

• a couple of pieces of the fabric tea set- a mug and saucer and the teapot
• a mostly empty bag of craisins
• a bag of princess wipes
• a tire gauge
• 2 travel bottles of travel hand lotion, courtesy of aunt k.
• a baby Tylenol bottle
• a pen
• tinker toys
• a doll baby blanket
• a nail clippers (she cuts her own nails daily while her older siblings are afraid!)
• a colored pencil
• another small blanket, this one with a little giraffe on it.
• some stars and shapes from a stacking toy and a sorting toy we have
• the weekly calendar sent home from first grade with the week's activities, assignments, and subjects studied

Whew...I am tired just thinking about lugging all that stuff around. Oh wait, my purse is worse!!!Anyway, thought I would give a bit more insight into the secret life of bean.

OB-Inside Baseball

We were discussing the "OB" language at dinner the other night, which, for those not in the know, is a lot like pig latin. Anyway, I was telling the conqueror that my name would be pronounced "Mah-bom" in OB. Then he seriously starts singing, "My mom's a bomb, I got more verses than the bible's got psalms!" Yes, my seven year old sings lines from House of Pain's "Jump Around". I guess it could be worse...he could be singing "Gimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight" from Abba. I mean, what kind of adults would kids who sang that turn into?

Thought for the day....

How in the h-e-double hockey sticks did I manage to use liquid cascade for a year and half without messing up any of my clothes? Did you know it has liquid bleach in it? No, I didn't know either but in the last week I have wrecked one sweater and now 2, count them, two pairs of nice fitting pants with it. I think it has something to do with wearing a baby and trying not to bend over too much while filling the dishwasher. GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR! Bring on the powdered cascade!

Beanie-isms

• "Mom!!!! LOOK at this rock I found growing in the backyard!" Note to self- include more nature walks in our days together and explain that rocks don't grow.
• She sees some apple slices on the counter, "Hey are these bad boys for me?"
• And one for filing under watch your mouth mom, "Wow! It was freaking, freaking, cold out there!"

Ugh...

So I have been down and out for the last day and a half and it is funny how the kids cope differently with me being sick in bed.

Conqueror: Hates it when things are going poorly, stays away and when he does come in acts like nothing is wrong and acts very perky.

Biki: Wants to do deeds of service for me and watches me from the doorway.

Beanie: Keeps checking on me, runs in with dandelions, "These are for you mama." and then runs out. And when I do get out of bed is all over me like white on rice.

Momo: Just climbs all over me.