After a weekend of fun with the family, which included a wonderful escape to the city with my mom to see Wicked, I’m ready for whatever this week has to offer. (At least that’s what I’m telling myself.)
Lesson #1: Even when the boys aren’t home, the pigskin rules our house. The other day Pink woke up from her nap shouting, “Football, football!” And when I got her out of her crib, she went in the playroom, found a ball, and played by herself.
Lesson #2: When your toddler begs to, “Sit, sit!” on things everywhere you go, it’s a bit awkward when her “s” sounds like “sh” and she points to her diaper as she shouts it.
Lesson #3: While it’s nice to have one kid pitching in by cleaning up around here, Pink’s approach to throwing toys, cups, and bowls in the trash isn’t quite what I had in mind.
Lesson #4: While I have to brave a bathing suit in two weeks, the good news is people will be distracted by a new flesh wound on my thigh. (Apparently biting is a fine motor skill. Pink’s really, really good at it.)
Lesson #5: You never know when a conversation with a preschooler will take a bizarre turn. When Little was asking why everyone has black eyelashes, but different color hair, he started categorizing friends’ and family’s hair color. When I asked what color he liked best, he answered, “Blue. Like Katy Perry.” (Whom he later referred to as a really old lady.)
Lesson #6: There are three little words you don’t want to hear two boys saying from the other room: “I dare you…”
Lesson #7: While I may never be a soccer mom, I’m officially a basketball mom. Little’s game had me laughing hysterically, and Big’s had me shouting frantically. I’m not sure how many more years of this my body can take.
Lesson #8: If you’re looking for some lovely dinner music, my boys have become partial to the UCLA marching band.
Lesson #9: While Lenny seemed to think “Titsy” would be a magical name for a tooth fairy, it turns out ours is named “Pearly”. (Yes, she finally answered Big’s burning question come tooth #3.)
Lesson #10: When your Saturday night gut-busting entertainment comes in the form of a (bizarrely challenging) spelling test given to you by your 1st grader, you know life has take a dramatic turn.
Good luck getting it all right this week! (Goodness knows I could use a bit of it.)