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S@*t Little Girls Say
There is a series put on by two guys called “S@*t Girls Say” which is hilarious as are the many spin-offs that I have seen (including that of my friend, Unknown Mami). But I don’t think anything is crazy as the things my kids say. I’ve shared before but I’ll have trouble topping this edition.
My soon-to- be five year old daughter has become boy crazy. She has discovered Justin Bieber which definitely falls under the WTF category! But it gets worse, as you will see…
Bieber Fever — My Little Diva was introduced to Justin in the intro to the film “Arthur’s Christmas”. She leaned over and said he was handsome. I should have known that the rabbit hole had begun but I didn’t. I just thought it was cute. She then found “Never Say Never” on Netflix. (Lord, help me!) The other night she ran into the living room. She had been wound up and to help her calm down before lights out, we had let her watch Netflix in bed. Usually that involves a Veggie Tale but it seems that she traveled over to Bieber-land. This conversation followed:
Little Diva: Mommy. I was trying to go to sleep but every time a song came on, I just wanted to get up and dance. I guess I can’t go to sleep to Bieber.
The next morning, she told me that she had a dream wherein she had a half Princess and half Bieber room. (Okay, I know you are all throwing up a little in your mouths — I do apologize!). She then went on to say that she really wanted a mostly Justin Bieber room. (I’m telling you now that is NOT happening!)
Lest you think that Bieber fever is the worst with which this momma has to deal, she has noticed real boys, as well. All I can say, is “Pray for me, people. Pray. For. Me. ”
Two days after Christmas, my daughter rushed into our room. (Yes, she does a lot of that. Everything is very dramatic, hence the name Little Diva.) And as you read this, know that I am thinking, “where is my camera when I need it?”
Little Diva: Mommy, I have found true love.
Me: (stifling giggles) You have?
LD: No, seriously. “T” and I have true love. We’re going to get married.
Me: (in pain trying not to burst out with laughter) You are? Well, at least “T” is a nice boy.
LD: Yes, he loves my singing. He says I have a beautiful voice.
My only consolation in the above conversation is that at least she picked him because he thought she was talented, not because he thought she was pretty. Pretty cold consolation but consolation, none-the-less.
She hadn’t brought boys in a few weeks and I was hoping that she had moved on. Two nights, however, she started a conversation this way:
Little Diva: “B” thinks he is going to marry me.
Me: He does?
LD: Yes, every day. But I’m not going to marry him. He’s my boyfriend but I’m not his girlfriend.
(Inappropriate laughter from husband and me)
Me: Then, whose girlfriend are you?
LD: Nobody’s.
Me: (Sigh of relief) Good. (Remembering previous conversation) But what about “T”?
LD: Oh yeah, he’s my boyfriend.
Me: Oh…
LD: Can we stop talking about this boyfriend/girlfriend thing?
Me: Yes, yes, we can.
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Kids + Blog = Humor
Are you going to write about that in your blog? That is actually a question that I hear from my son, In fact, once while watching my daughter have an enormous melt-down, he goes over to the family desktop. He starts pretending to type. I asked him what he was doing. He told me that he was writing on his blog. “What are you writing?” “About baby, she’s acting hilarious. I have to tell the world”.
So that gives you an idea of my children’s understanding of the online world. This has expanded greatly since they discovered iCarly on Netflix. They love, Love, LOVE that show. So much so that I caught my son trying to log onto his dad’s laptop. When I asked him what he was doing, he told me that he wanted to go to iCarly.com. I asked him why. He told me that he wanted to write a letter telling them how much he loved the show. I told him that he was not allowed to go online but if he would write a letter, I would send it to them.
So that’s what he did:
Hi Carly. Hi Sam. I love your show. I seen every single episode. You guys are cool and amzing.
You’re tully love your show,
That sign-off translates to: Yours truly. Love your show,
Then my daughter wanted in. She tried to write it and then she was helped by her dad. Basically, she held the pencil while her dad wrote but she did sign her name.
So Carly and Sam, if you’re reading this, my kids love you. I fear the days wherein my son actually has his own blog are not far off. I can’t wait to see his view of me as a mother — just kidding. I can wait for that forever.
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Words of Wisdom, Take Two
I had so much fun sharing the crazy things that my kids had to say that I thought I would share a little more of the wisdom I receive daily.
Seemingly after seeing a commercial, my daughter calls me into the living room.
Little Diva: Mommy! Mommy!
Me: (tripping as I ran in because obviously it’s an emergency) What, baby? What’s wrong?
LD: You need to get hanes.
Me: (catching my breath) What?
LD: You need to get hanes.
Me: Hanes? What’s hanes, baby?
LD: Hanes. Panties. They won’t ride up.
Whether that is a statement on my panty lines, I do not know. It seems, however, that this was of deep concern for her.
From my Sonny-Bunny comes this perspective on growing up.
SB: Mommy, I’m eight now.
Me: I know. You’re growing up so fast!
SB: I know! I’m half an adult.
Me: Really, half an adult? Don’t rush growing up, buddy.
SB: Well, now that I think of it, I’m really half a teenager.
The other night, we were all out for dinner and without any previous prompting, my daughter announced:
“Mommy and Daddy, if you were killed by a Bad Guy, I would be really angry.”
(Good to know, right?)
She furthered… “I would become a Super-hero and I would fight them!”
So watch out, Bad Guys, a new angry Super-hero is waiting in the wings!
And that’s my shot of wisdom to start your week off right. Tune in for future wisdom.
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Words of Wisdom
Words of Wisdom from the lunchbox set, otherwise known as my Little Diva and my Sonny-Bunny.
Little Diva: Mommy, I know why you have too many purses?
Me: Why is that, baby?
LD: Because you buy too much!
Sonny-Bunny: Mommy, I love you. I love you more than… the dog.
I asked my son a yes or no question (I can’t even remember what the question was. Instead of simply saying “no”, he decided to get clever. He answered, “the N-word” (To be clear — as opposed to “the Y word” He literally said “the N word, Mommy”.) As I stifled my giggles, I suggested that he just stick with a simple “no”.
Sonny-Bunny: Mommy, we learned to use Boggle today.
Mommy: Boggle? You mean the game? You learned how to play Boggle?
Sonny-Bunny: No, Mommy. You know.. on the computer. You type in words. Boggle.
Mommy: Oh, it’s a computer version of Boggle. Mommy likes that game.
Sonny-Bunny: No, Mommy! You know. You type in words. When you want to find things on the computer. You know… Boggle!
Mommy: Oh! Do you mean, Google?
Sonny-Bunny: Yeah, Google. That’s what I meant. Google.
I tried to get my kids to go bike riding with me. It was the first cool October morning after a miserably hot summer (that extended well into Autumn). My daughter was all for it. Sonny-Bunny turns to me and says, “Mom, I’m not one of those kids who just goes outside every day”.
We see a young man wearing a kilt. My son points and says, “Look, Mommy, that man is wearing a man-skirt!”
I was listing people in our family that I loved and Sonny-Bunny jumps in. “Don’t forget, least but not last, me!” He could not understand why I was cracking up.
My daughter loves “Kidz Bop”. If you’re groaning, you’re not alone but she loves, Loves, LOVES Kids Bop. One day, we get in the car and she says, “Mommy, put on the girls just want to have fun song”?
Well, as any good teen of the ’80s, I know this song by heart. But I was unaware of her having heard it, so I assumed that it must be on the latest Kidz Bop we had gotten from the library. We only play them in the car, but often my son will talk to me while it’s playing so maybe I missed it. ”Okay, baby, is that on your Kidz Bop?”
“No, Mommy”, she says with as much exasperation as a four year old can muster (which is a LOT). “It’s an ’80s song”.
Well, there you have it!
And finally, a little post Halloween fun.
Little Diva: Mommy, I want Whiskers.
Me: What do you mean… whiskers?
LD: You know, Mommy. Whiskers candy.
Me: Do you mean Reese’s? Or Hershey’s?
LD: No, Mommy, Whiskers.
Sonny-Bunny: She means Kit Kat, Mommy. She wants a Kit Kat.
LD: Yes, Mommy. I want a kitty candy, you know… whiskers.
There’s nothing like the perspective a child bring to anything, right? Have you heard any words of wisdom lately?
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An American Tragedy
Well, I have started a post today about how I am a Hypocrite and another post about How Old I Am but I can’t seem to focus on those. I am so shocked by what happened yesterday in Tuscon, AZ and I feel unable to write about my petty little issues. I’ll return to telling you about the silly things my kids say and the silly things that I think but for today, I’m just not there.
This is not a political blog. It is not that I don’t have political views. Believe me, I do. And I hold them dearly. With a good amount of vigor. But that isn’t the focus of this blog and I just haven’t felt compelled to make political statements here. And I am not changing that policy.
But I, like so many Americans, am not unscathed by this senseless violence. The attempted assassination of Congresswoman Giffords, the murders of six citizens — one a child born on September 11, 2001 who wanted to know about our political system, and the injuring of a rough dozen more, strikes at my core.
It is early. We don’t know why this unstable man targeted Giffords. We would be wise to not jump to conclusions and to not draw tangential connections before we have facts. I still have a need, however, to say something. And this is my place to do it.
Democracy is based on the belief that every one’s voice is their right but also their power. The ability to share opinions, dismiss others’, and/or argue until exhaustion over said opinions is the basis, no, the foundation, of all other rights. Anytime, one citizen chooses to silence another’s voice via violence, that fundamental right is challenged.
Over the next few weeks, or likely, months leading to the next election, many theories will arise — lone gunman or conspirator, angry at all politicians or anti-Democrat; many politicos on both sides will try to use the event to further their argument — for or against gun control, etc.; and many reporters will get screen time speaking of it. The truth is, however, whatever the motive, whatever the affiliation (or lack thereof), and whatever, the “meaning” distilled from it, an act like this must be condemned by all who celebrate freedom, peace, and prosperity. Progressive, conservative, independent, libertarian, tea party, or socialist, we must all agree that violence is abhorrent. We will never tolerate this action and any attempt to discuss it as a form of discourse should be condemned, as well.
Violence is not discourse. It is the anti-thesis of discourse. Words are our power. I tell my children when they are upset to use their words and I am using mine today.
My thoughts and prayers are with all the victims and their families. My prayers also stand will all who call Arizona home, all who call the U.S. home, and all who call the world home. May we all, as citizens of the world, declaim violence and find our way to understanding and peace by finding our words. Just like our mothers told us to do.
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