Monday, July 20, 2009

Packing Day #1


Jumping up and down on the bubble wrap that the packers kindly gave them.

Still a lot of dumpster diving going on.

As we were putting the girls to bed tonight, SaraGrace said, "Mom, whenever I toot, my bottom hurts."
I said, 'Well, stop tooting.'
"I can't."
"Honey, I'm sure you will be fine."
"Mom," she said with a wail, "Chloe said I was going to need butt surgery."
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The three littlest kids have a new saying. They will come and find me to announce , "I hafta go potty weally bad."
"You do?"
"Yeth."
"Well, go ahead and go."
"kaay."
We go through this little ritual even when they have come in from playing outside and have dashed past the bathroom to come and find me.

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One of the kids has this exchange with me several times per week.
Me: Please go find your shoes.
Child: I don't know where they are.
Me: Please go look for them.
Child: But I don't know where they are.
Me: I don't know where they are either. That is why I am asking you to go FIND them.
Child: But I don't know where to look.
Me: rolling eyes patiently saying once again...If we knew where they were, they wouldn't be lost. Please go look for them.
Child: wanders off, whining that she doesn't know where to look.

Now I know why some animals eat their young.