As you can imagine, lots of funny things are said in a house with 3 little ones. Here are a few examples from this week.
At exactly 5:57am one morning this week. Reagan greeted me at my bedside, ready to start her day, with her piggy bank in hand. "This has not money in it Mommy!" she said. My thoughts....good to know, especially before 6:00am.
Addison is very into rhyming words right now. She was scratching her legs a few days ago and singing "Itchin', scritchin,
bitchin' scratchin". She was just changing the first letter and making up words. You never know what you are going to get when you start a rhyming game!
I was nursing Gracyn in her room and talking to a friend on the phone, while Addison and Reagan played next door in their room. Addison ran around the corner telling me, "Mom, Reagan is putting poop on the floor". Um, by friend, it was nice having a few minutes on the phone with you!!! I think I have to go!
This afternoon, I left Addison downstairs eating her last birthday cupcake, while I took Reagan up for her nap. As I read to Reagan I heard Addison say, "Oh no, something terrible happened." I headed downstairs and she told me, "I gave Maggie (the dog) my cupcake wrapper to lick and she ate the whole thing". Ooops, better warn Daddy not to be alarmed when he is outside in the backyard scooping and he finds a little pink and some Tinkerbell.
Finally little Gracyn isn't saying much but she did inspire this middle of the night conversation. Let me preface this by telling you that my hubby is a man of few words in the middle of the night! He does not want to talk when it is time to sleep, and also that Gracyn likes the sling and nursing, two things Daddy doesn't do, so she isn't too into him yet! This little conversation took place at 3:45am, when I had been up with Gracyn for several hours and I finally asked him to hold her for awhile. She hadn't been crying with me, but was just awake, as soon as I handed her to Tommy she screamed and wouldn't stop. I let it go for a few minutes and then just took her back.
Me: Sweet Gracyn, what is wrong? Why are you crying.
Tommy: Daddy
Me: How do I keep ending up with babies that won't let Daddy hold them?
Tommy: Boob.
The end, he was back to sleep. Aren't we eloquent?
Never a dull moment around here. Thankfully all the crazy talk occurs in between lots of sweet hugs, kisses and "I love you's" and I wouldn't trade it for the world.