As I child I know I was loved, but it was not something our family said out loud very often. I try to show my kids how much they are loved not only by actions but in words too. In fact, sometimes as they whiz by me, I ask them to stop and come back so I can steal a hug and tell them I love them. Am I smothering them? Perhaps, but I think not. Some day they will be too busy to hug their mama often so I am cherishing every.single.one.
A nice side effect is that sometimes they will randomly give hugs and express their love too, and not just when they are trying to butter us up (although that does happen sometimes). The other day, T told me he loved me and sometimes when he does this I like to tease him and ask, “Really? Do you love me more than… ICE CREAM? … more than CHOCOLATE???”
T: “Yes, I love you more than ice cream AND chocolate! AND BEE STINGS!”
This made me laugh a lot. I learned later that he heard this on a TV show but it was still cute. He gauged my reaction and wanting more laughs, he continued, “I love you more than stinky butts… poopy farts…”
Well, it went downhill fast but it was still sweet.
We had a nice weekend. On Saturday we went to Snake Day. The snakes were on display indoors but because it was so crowded, it was still hot inside plus it was hard to move around. There were some activities outside but it was just so scorching hot. The kids were not that into it and I have a hard time enjoying anything when I’m dripping with sweat. Extreme heat makes me grumpy, which means I will be grumpy well into September. We decided to seek relief at the library. Wonderful, free, air-conditioned library. We hung out there for a while and picked up some books. Then we got cones at Dairy Queen and visited with friends.
Sunday we got a little shopping done but other than that we hung out at home all day. I felt like I was busy all day doing things around the house but had nothing to show for it. I hate that! We all have clean underwear and clean dishes so I guess that’s something.
I’m becoming a bit concerned about Q. I’m thinking it’s probably just a phase but I don’t remember T going through this which doesn’t mean much I guess because I have a horrible memory and have not been good at documenting things. The girl is opinionated. She is demanding. And she is bossy! Some people might have a hard time believing this because around others she is usually soft spoken and on the quiet side. She saves the diva for us. She’s like a little teenager. She’s a threenager.
Last night, a few minutes after I put her to bed, I went back in to give her the blanket that we had taken out earlier. She said, “Why do you ALWAYS wake me up?!?!?” Um, I rarely go back into her room once I’ve said goodnight so I don’t know what she is talking about. But the tone of voice. Total attitude. Total threenager. Yikes.
It’s just a phase. It’s just a phase. It’s just a phase.
Right?
P.S. I thought I was pretty brilliant coming up with “threenager”, but I guess not.
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