Asher – (whining) (a lot) Mommy, my finger hurts soooo much. (holding up pointer finger)
Me – Oh. What happened?
Asher – (still whining) (just keep imagine him whining through this whole post) I don’t knooooow.
Me – Oh, I don’t see anything?
Asher – (looking closely) I don’t know but I need five band-aids.
Me – Five? Well. Five won’t fit.
Asher – I need five.
Me – How about 2?
Asher – Four
Me – Four and a half
Asher – No. It doesn’t hurt half. It hurts whole.
Me – okay, Asher. You’re only getting one band-aid. There’s no blood or anything.
Asher – oooooh kaaaaay.
We get the band-aid and I go to put it on and Asher is holding up his middle finger.
Me – Sweetie, I thought it was this finger? (pointing at pointer finger with my pointer finger)
Asher – Oh. Yeah. Right.
We put the band-aid on. Asher skips away.
Within about thirty seconds, I come into the living room to discover that Elsie is wearing the band-aid on her arm.
Repeat nonsensical conversations and actions about 87 times. Add poop, and there went the day.
But don’t forget to add in this kind of thing:
Me – Asher, what do you miss about Daddy when he’s away for work? (He’s been really really sad when Daddy is gone.)
Asher – His heart.
or
Asher – Mommy, I need that vitamin that strongers your bones.
or Miles
(he jumps down from a chair and his toe makes a light crack sound, like cracking a knuckle)
Miles- Mommy, did you hear that?
Me – Yes, did it hurt?
Miles – No. I just cracked up my toe just a little bit.
Do you get it?
Me – Yeah. It just cracked without hurting.
Miles – No. Do you get it? The joke?
Me – No. I don’t think I do.
Miles. Get it? I made my toe laugh!
Repeat these hilarious and heart-melting conversations 1,388 times a day and add some noggin-smelling and surprise fly-by sloppy kisses to your leg. Add poop, and there went the day.
P.S. Speaking of motherhood. If you missed it earlier this week, I told you about a lovely book called Use Your Words: A Writing Guide for Mothers and a writing contest using a prompt from the book. You can go back to check it out on Monday’s post. Write away, Mama. Write away.
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You just captured exactly how the day flies by as a million precious moments. The moments you shared are so sweetly hilarious!
Ellie {Musing Momma} recently posted..A chance to win three great books: Celebrating 100 posts!
Wow, I really wish I had taken the time to record all these fun little conversations with my son when he was little. These are priceless.
My days seem oddly similar but you must also add in…
Me: Please, Sprinkles, do NOT pull the dogs ears.
Sprinkles: Okay.
Me: Sprinkles, I said please do not pull the dogs ears. And please don’t ‘pet’ her that way. Dogs don’t like chokeholds.
Sprinkles: Okay.
Me: SPRINKLES! What did I say about the way you’re petting the dog??
Sprinkles: Okay.
Me: Sprinkles!!
Rinse and repeat 24/7 365 days a year…
Andrea recently posted..Wordless Wednesday: Perspectives
I love where your days go. Especially because they are so relatable.
christine recently posted..I Send Out Love
Thanks for making me laugh today :)
molly recently posted..Let’s talk about tantrums
My Dom needs band aids for invisible boo-boos, too. I give in- just like you.
Motherhood comes in all sizes. Sometimes all encompassing and sometimes tiny fragmented moments on repeat. Its a good thing!
alita recently posted..A fishy ending
Oh yes, yes. Days do fly by. Today Josh was putting Ivy in her high chair and he said to me, “Where’s here thing…” The question was regarding the tray to her high chair. He knew that I would know this because of the innuendo… baby in high chair, I need a thing, the thing I need is the tray to go on the high chair. What he didn’t expect is that Ivy would know what he was walking about too. She said to him, “Dad, right here!” as she pointed to the floor, where indeed, the tray was sitting. He looked up and said, “Hey! You’re starting to understand English!” Of course she is. She’s with us every day and we talk to her every day and she talks to use everyday, but somehow something about that moment still seemed significant. It was a sign of her growing up. That’s what all these little moments are anyway. Moments where they keep growing up. Makes me sad and happy all at the same time.
JennyP recently posted..Just Write? Or maybe Just Sleep.
Oh you are sending me back to thoughts of the littles. Sigh. What I hear from one nearly 10 year old son now is mostly basketball statistics. Non-stop basketball talk. Oy! And my other son, the autistic one? Dragonball Z-kai – ALL. DAY. LONG. No, actually half the time – the other half it’s SpongeBob. (“What does Gary say mom? Meaow!”) At least there is very little poop.
Varda (SquashedMom) recently posted..Wordless Wednesday: Shaggy No More
These are some of the precious moments that you should not miss as a mother and as a parent.. Thanks for the timely post here..
Jhenny recently posted..Travel Tomato
“His heart.”
Oh, I think MY heart just melted. What a sweetie!
Emily recently posted..How to Handle Monsters
“strongers your bones” is awesome. :)
And yes, the days go much like that around here too…
Elaine recently posted..I ask you… and some photos.
Your kids are hilarious! My 3 year old son just made up his first joke today:
How do you drink a fart? Put sister in the bathtub.
Karen recently posted..Angels for Sara
That’s my house, too! Only at my house, mix in the occassional “WHERE’s OMRI!?!” And some chewed up food that has been spit out and there you go.
Miles’ joke? AWESOME! He’s my kind of kid!
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