Someone Else's Cute Kid Story I Just Had To Share

Four children under the age of four lined up against the kitchen counter.  All four are begrudgingly sharing only two kitchen stools.  It's like a game of dominoes keeping them from pushing each other off the stools.  One mom, Amy, is mixing ingredients to make some yummy cookies hence the enthusiastic children practically foaming at the mouth.  Lennon hasn't even ever had a cookie, but still seems to know exactly what is going on here.  The kitchenaid is going.  Doing it's job well.  Amy turns it off to grab one last ingredient from the pantry.  Claire and I are standing right by our little ones as they are the easiest targets for being shoved off the stools.  Just as all the mommies have turned their eyes off of Michael we hear the kitchenaid back on with Amy still in the pantry.  "Michael No."  Claire calls out leaving Bianca's side to rescue the spatula from the kitchenaid.  Upon inspection it has some minor dings in it and after discussion it is decided that there may or may not be tiny pieces of rubber in the cookie dough mix.    Amy, "Michael Josheph McCoy!  I am not happy with you right now!"  The tone of her voice indicates that she is actually worse than "not happy," but that phrase will have to do for now.  Silence.  All the kids are looking around wondering what will happen next.  Will the cookie dough be thrown out?  Will operation sugar fest be put off for another day?  Is it okay to make a sound right now?  Three grown women are gathered around a spatula carefully inspecting it for signs of recent damages.  Nevermind that two of these women have never laid eyes on this particular spatula in their lives.  Suddenly the silence is broken by a sweet little three-year-old voice.  "I'm happy with you right now Mommy."  There is another moment of silence as we all absorb this sweet and unsuspected notion.  Then, giggling mommies.  Trying to conceal our laughter.  "Mommy.  I'm happy with you.  Mommy!  Be happy Mommy.  Be happy."  At this point we are no longer trying to hide our obvious pleasure in this moment of pure childlike innocence.  Michael continues gaining volume over our laughter.  "Mommy!  Mommy!  Be happy Mommy!  Be Happy!"  "Okay, okay.  I'm happy Michael.  I'm happy."  Amy finally gives in.  With that it is decided "whatever.  There's white flour and table sugar in there anyway.  Rubber isn't much worse."  And I have to say, that cookie dough was pretty darn delicious.  I don't know if it's due to my never baking with white sugar and white flour or if that rubber was just the right touch.  I guess I'll never know. 

Buy! Buy! Buy!

Lennon is no dummy.  His new thing is whenever I tell him that we don't have something he simply points to the door and states simply to me  "buy."  Sometimes it's more of a question as in "how bout we just go buy some?"  But usually it's more of an order.  Anything from cheese bunnies to the newest toy his friend has that he has decided he wants.  "I'm sorry Lennon, we don't have any of that."  Moment of thought, "BUY!"

HAPPY BIRTHDAY NANA!

We cannot find our stinkin camera, but as soon as we do I will post a happy birthday video from the kids.  We hope you had an awesome birthday!  We love you!

Jenna, Shelby, Mia, Lennon, Angel and the sea monkeys

Lentronics

We all know English.  You've heard of ebonics, let me introduce you to a little known dialect - Lentronics.

Adoo: water

Adee:  Ring Around The Rosy

Ada: Yogurt

Anna: Lennon

Aieee: Eggs

Bah: Pacifier

Ba: Jackson

Baa (while bouncing): bath

Baaaa: Bianca

Beh: bed

Bapes: Grapes

But: Button

Bu: Book

aDie: outside

Die: sky

Doo: juice

Di, di: stick

Daadaa: Gaga

didee: sissy aka Mia

Elmo: Elmo

Eomo: Oatmeal

Foooo:  Cheese, although he says cheese for the camera so we're not sure why he has decided to make this his word for the food cheese.

Growl sound: dinosaur, monster, vacuum cleaner, coffee maker, or anything else that might make a loud sound

Memo: Watermelon

ma: (v.) to nurse

nana: Banana, Papa and Nana

Poooo:  Spoon, fork

Pate: plate or bowl

poo: poop, and he loves pointing out the "sham"poo in the bathroom and laughing and saying "Pooooo"

A clicking noise: Pizza

I know there are more, I will update as I think of them.

*he doesn't really have words for Granmommy and Grandaddy yet, he just says Mommy and Daddy when we look at pictures in the hall of all the grandparents.

WARNING: ANYONE OPPOSED TO HEARING A GROWN WOMAN WHINE LIKE A LITTLE BABY, PLEASE READ NO FURTHER.

Good thing the kids are both doing better.  Thursday around lunch I suddenly felt like a train had run right into me.  In an instant I was hot, sweaty and nauseous.  Every inch of my body ached.  I was driving home with Lennon and it was his nap time so I got home laid down with him and as he fell asleep I laid awake wishing I could sleep, but not being able to because of the extreme discomfort I was in.  The kids were great for me that night and the next day I managed with some ibuprofen.  Today my wonderful wonderful husband got up with the kids and took them out of the house until about 10 30.  After a while I got out of bed when I realized I couldn't sleep and I wasn't going to be any less comfortable out of bed than I was in bed.  I got up and made some tea and sat on the couch and watched some History Channel thingy.  I had a brief moment of remembering what is what like to actually "get to be sick."  It was nice to be sick and sitting on the couch alone drinking tea and not taking care of anyone.  Now it's 8 45 and I feel completely horrible.  I'm cold so I put on a sweater or pull a blanket up.  One or two minutes later, or sometime AS I'm putting the sweater on I suddenly feel hot and sweaty and have to take it all off.  No sooner have I done that than I am shivering again.  I have a horrible cough, but have to hold it back because every time I cough it feels as though my temples are going to explode right out of the side of my head.  I have to brace my head with each cough.  My eyes are watery and red and itchy.  My chest is burning and my throat is tight and sore.  My nose is alternating between running non stop and being completely stuffy.  I feel like I'm dreaming.  This sucks.  Thank God the worst of this has come on the weekend when Shelby is home to help me out.  Hopefully I will be better by monday.  Boo, hoo hoo.  Waaa waaa.  Sorry for the rant.  I'm too cold or hot to write any more.  

Shelby:  Mia, what are you doing?

Mia:  Just working on a masterpiece.

a few minutes later.  I had not heard their conversation.

Jenna:  Mia, what are you doing in there?

Mia:  I'm working on a masterpiece.

Minutes later she had completed a picture in the style of French neo-impressionist Georges Pierre Seurat of some flowers in a field which she then proceeded to write a story to go along with the picture.  Our scanner isn't working, but I am going to have Shelby scan the completed "masterpiece" in at work and get it on the blog as soon as possible.  

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Mia:  Hmm...Which fairy book do we have here?  Friday the fun day fairy?  Why is Friday so fun?

Mom:  Friday?

Mia:  What?

Mom:  Friday?  Why is Friday so fun?

Mia:  What are you saying?  What is 'fridee'?

Mom:  Oh, 'fridaay'.  

Mia:  Oh yeah, Texas people say 'friidee'  So, I guess you say 'tadee is friidee'  or what about 'what dee is it tadee?'  

I guess we really are raising a little New Englander.

Oh Malden.

Just another typical day in Malden.  The kids and I had just met up with Mia's friend Sophia and her dad to check out some cute little stores in downtown Malden.  As we were leaving Shelby was just getting into the train station so he hopped on a bus and met us at the library and we started walking toward the car.  The weather was so nice today.  Lennon and I took Biance to the zoo this morning and then this afternoon was even nicer.  Lennon didn't even have a coat on for a while.  So, let me just set the stage for the encounter we were about to have.  I am pushing Lennon in his stroller and at this point he is wearing his blue and red coat that looks pretty much like a boys coat.  Shelby is holding Mia and she is wearing a light pink, furry coat and has her hair down.  I notice an elderly man coming down the sidewalk in our direction.  I think "Oh, old people must be so lonely sometimes"  and I give him a friendly smile and say hello, hoping to brighten his day a little with some southern kindness that you don't see too often up here.  

He smiles back a little.  Then says to me  "Is that a boy or a girl?"

Me  "It's a boy."

He points to Mia (again, she is wearing a super girly pink furry coat)  "Is that a boy or a girl?"

Me and Shelby together  "A girl."  We probably look pretty confused at this point.

Old man "Tell me something.  Do you think she's too young for me?"  Creepy smile.

We walk away as fast as we can and try to change the subject with Mia.  I'm thinking words that would frankly offend most of the readers of this blog.  I'm thinking them now in fact.  I mean, (words I won't say)!!!  Creepy old dude.  Thanks a lot for bringing my otherwise beautiful day to a strange and awkward and ooky feeling ending.  

Thanks a lot creepy old man.

Thanks a lot Malden.