Grubby

Me: Sutton you need to take a bath. Sutton: Holding his hands up to his face and looking for dirty fingernails. "I am not grubby, Mom. He apparently only needs a bath when there is dirt under his nails.

 

Guess What?

Sutton says this at least once a day: Mommy, Guess what? Me: What? Sutton: Disney World! That's all he says. I think this is his way to saying he had a great time and cannot wait to go back!

Big

Walking out of Target on Friday. Sutton: "Oh man, Mommy, my penis is so big".

Thief

After soccer on Saturday. Cannon: "Mommy, I don't think I can steal the soccer ball. Criminals steal".

 

Mommy Forgets Too!

I just came across this link on a friend's blog. Maybe it will speak to you. I know that I expect to much from my babies sometimes. Remember they are still babies! Father Forgets by W. Livingston Larned -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Listen, son; I am saying this as you lie asleep, one little paw crumpled under your cheek and the blond curls stickily wet on your damp forehead. I have stolen into your room alone. Just a few minutes ago, as I sat reading my paper in the library, a stifling wave of remorse swept over me. Guiltily I came to your bedside. There are things I was thinking, son: I had been cross to you. I scolded you as you were dressing for school because you gave your face merely a dab with a twoel. I took you to task for not cleaning your shoes. I called out angrily when you threw some of your things on the floor. At breakfast I found fault, too. You spilled things. You gulped down your food. You put your elbows on the table. You spread butter too thick on your bread. And as you started off to play and I made for my train, you turned and waved a hand and called, "Goodbye, Daddy!" and I frowned, and said in reply, "Hold your shoulders back!" Then it began all over again in the late afternoon. As I came Up the road, I spied you, down on your knees, playing marbles. There were holes in your stockings. I humiliated you before you boyfriends by marching you ahead of me to the house. Stockings were expensive - and if you had to buy them you would be more careful! Imagine that, son, form a father! Do you remember, later, when I was reading in the library, how you came in timidly, with a sort of hurt look in your eyes? When I glanced up over my paper, impatient at the interruption, you hesitated at the door. "What is it you want?" I snapped. You said nothing, but ran across in one tempestuous plunge, and threw your arms around my neck and kissed me, and your small arms tightened with an affection that God had set blooming in your heart and which even neglect could not wither. And then you were gone, pattering up the stairs. Well, son, it was shortly afterwards that my paper slipped from my hands and a terrible sickening fear came over me. What has habit been doing to me? The habit of finding fault, of reprimanding - this was my reward to your for being a boy. It was not that I did not love you; it was that I expected too muchof youth. I was measuring you by the yardstick of my own years. And there was so much that was good and fine and true in yourcharacter. The little heart of you was as big as the dawn itself overthe wide hills. This was shown by your spontaneous impulse to rush in and kiss me good night. Nothing else matters tonight, son. I have come to your bedside in the darkness, and I have knelt there, ashamed! It is a feeble atonement; I know you would not understand these things if I told them to you during your waking hours. But tomorrow I will be a real daddy! I will chum with you, and suffer when you suffer, and laugh when you alugh. I will bite my tongue when impatient words come. I will keep saying as if it were a ritual: "He is nothing buy a boy - a little boy!" I am afraid I have visualized you as a man. Yet as I see you now, son, crumpled and weary in your cot, I see that you are still a baby. Yesterday you were in your mother's arms, your head on her shoulder. I have asked too much, too much.

Playground

Tuesday morning, in the bathtub and we hear thunder outside our window. Cannon: "I really hope that no one at school heard that thunder. We won't be able to play at the playground".

Lost

Cannon and Sutton both attended school last year on Monday and Wednesday. This year Cannon is in school FOUR days a week!! Well, on our first day without Cannon, Sutton and I were out running errands and he asked where Cannon was several times. The final time we got back in the car and buckled up, I heard "OH NO! Mommy we forgot Cannon. He is lost". I looked back and Sutton had the most sad face ever.

Disney Memories

The boys have been saying a few funny things since we got home from Disney. Sutton: "Darth Mater" instead of Darth Vader Cannon: Calls the Yeti from the Everest ride a "Yak & Yeti".

Just a Girl

On our ride home we are discussing our favorites from the trip. Me: brett, who was your favorite disney character? Brett: Mrs. Incredible. Cannon: but daaaaaddy!!! She's just a girl!

Vagina

We are in line at Hollywood Studios, waiting to have our picture taken on some sort of Star Wars aircraft and Cannon says: "mommy has a bagina, mommy has a baaaagina (aka vagina)". Yep, that's my boy!