Wednesday, April 27, 2011

'Say What' Wednesday

Look a SWW ON Wednesday!

Lex: Daddy, what's wrong?
Dennis: I'm perturbed.
Lex: Why are you a turd, Daddy?

Lex: I think a big giant turtle is going to smash my house. I'll have to build a castle house.

Lex: I want a cookie.
Me: You can have half of a cookie.
Lex: I want two halves of a cookie.
Me: Your math is're still getting half of a cookie.
Lex: But that half of the cookie is yucky; I want both halves.
Me: If one half of the cookie is yucky, why wouldn't the other half be yucky?
Lex: Because this other half makes that half yummy.

I'm wondering if I have a future hostage negotiator or lawyer in my house...

Thursday, April 14, 2011

A late Say What Wednesday

Lex is messing with the back of his shorts...repeatedly.

Me (after watching this go on for a few minutes): Lex, what in the hell are you doing?
Lex: My JUNK is driving me CRAZY!

Thursday, April 7, 2011

A confession

I'm honestly terrified to take my kid in a car by myself. Gripping, panicky kind of fear. I've been this way since he was born. I've never told anyone this, but I didn't even want to get in the car to take him home. Well, that was mostly for a couple of reasons. Foremost was the issue of being in a car with him, and secondly, was realizing it was pretty fucking real at that point. I was taking a squirming, wiggly, non-verbal human being home alone without the assistance of the nurses. Oy.

I've gotten better about being IN a car with him if Dennis is driving, but taking somewhere on my else will almost send me into a full blown panic attack. So, I force myself to take him places. We routinely head to the library on Saturday mornings, and I try to take him if I have minor errands to run so that I can get out with him. I don't want to be that parent that doesn't take their kid anywhere. We discuss rules in the car (when we're in the library, we walk from place to place, we share, we talk in low voices, etc.), but I mostly stay very quiet when I drive. I never have the radio on, and I let him talk to me. I listen and respond appropriately, I guess. I mean, how do you respond to, "I'm going to be a giant when I grow up, Mommy".

So, I guess from now on, I need to push through this. We always have a good time when we get out, and he's going through a phase where he seems to 'need' me more. Apparently, he stood at the window and cried/whined/fussed when I left for my nightly run.

For once, my kid thinks I rule. And that's pretty freaking sweet