Tiny Talk Tuesdays

I am trying to remember cute things my kids say throughout the day, but keep forgetting to take a mental note. Anyway, here's what I vaguely remember from the past few days:

Mom: Kyra, Katie, hurry up and put your shoes on, we have to get in the car and run a few errands.
Kyra (2): I want to have a pink earring.
Mom: No babe, an errand not an earring. It's a small task you have to do, like go to the store.
(looking at me with a puzzled look)
Kyra: I want to go to the store and get a pink earring.
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(Kyra just got off her little potty chair, with another successful go)
Katie (16 mo): Potty! Potty! Potty! (she yells, while twirling around)
Kyra: Katie, why don't you go potty?
(Katie climbs in the potty chair, both feet first, and gets stuck, only to tip over with the seat around her ankles -we all fall on the floor in laughter -of course we wouldn't be laughing so much if the "potty" had still been in the little toilet!)
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Kyra: Mom, I'm a girl right?
Mom: yes.
Kyra: Daddy's a boy right?
Mom: yes
Kyra: Rudy's a boy, and Molly's a girl right?
Mom: yes
Kyra: I look just like Molly because she's a girl.
(hmmm... this would sound logical if it weren't for the fact that Molly is a DOG)

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You Can Teach an Old Dog New Tricks

For those of you who know me, know that I am not a very adventurous person. I like to stick to things I am familiar with and know I can do well. Heaven forbid I were to leave my comfort zone. However, with my kids new found joy in riding my father in-law's 4 wheeler, I decided I should learn how to drive (or rather my hubby pressured me into it). So, as I stand there looking at this beast, my husband says "See it's easy, you press this button here, kick out the stand here, push your foot down 3 times on this lever here, and press the gas! Oh and don't burn your leg here." Sure, sounds easy, now can you go over that 5 more times, but more slowly? Needless to say, I did it!! I was quite proud of myself. I was a little jerky, and am sure that I had it in the wrong gear for most of the time, but I did it! So, with my new found confidence maybe I should try the tractor next? Maybe tomorrow.

Little Magnets

My sister in-law had written in one of her blogs, how her children seemed oddly to always be magnetized to her. Now only since reading her blog have I realized how true that really is! We have always believed our dog was magnetically charged to us (we frequently call him the velcro vizsla, since he doesn't seem to leave our side). In fact, if the kids come in for a hug or a kiss, the dog has to come too (would you believe that if we dance to a song then he has to be part of the action too?). Anyway, this past weekend my hubby and I were having a heart to heart conversation. I gave strict instructions to my 2 year old that we were to be left alone in the kitchen unless something was really wrong (of course I knew that wouldn't last, but it was worth a shot). She did her part for about 2 minutes, and then I heard two tiny footsteps creep quietly in the hallway closer and closer to the kitchen until her tippy toes were just barely touching the divider between the carpet in the hallway and the kitchen floor. I gave her "the eye," and she just whispered - "what? I'm not in the kitchen!" A smile creeped over my face and she ran to my side. Yup, those magnets can't stay gone for long!

TGIF

All I can say is, TGIF! I made it through the week. I know I've kind of been whining about the kids, but I've had it. When my husband came through the door this evening I gave him a look that said, you'd better spend every waking minute with them this weekend. My utmost praises to those of you moms, who mother more than 2 children (because 2 is about all I an handle right now). I think I am ready for a psychiatric evaluation. Thankfully, the rugrats are in bed now, I can regroup, remind myself of all the joy they bring (because they really do) and take it all on again in the morning.

PS I have to say that just when you think you are going to scream and pull your hair out, the little ones seem to do something funny or cute (thank goodness for that).

What a face

I wake up everyday, hoping that this screaming, biting, scratching stage in my toddler is over. And to my dismay, it's not. I think God is testing me at my capabilities of being patient. And let me tell you, it's wearing pretty darn thin. Yesterday, we went to the play area at the mall. I thought it would be a good way to expend some energy on such a dreary day. While my 2 year old politely waited her turn for the slide or any other object, my 16 mo old had something else in mind. As she scurried up the stairs and found at least 5 kids in line for the slide, she pushed them aside (including the little girl about her same age), and dove down the slide head first. I sheepishly apologized on her behalf, and tried to explain to her that she needed to take her turn. Of course that went well. She proceeded by going to every plastic tree stump or animal and claiming it as her own by screaming at whatever child was currently playing on it (as if to say "I Tarzan, you Jane, GO). Needless to say, we left. I think we will just have to hide in our house until she can talk! Of course who can look at a face like hers and stay upset?

Stumped

Question: How do two quiet, reserved, type B people, produce a strong willed, push the buttons to no end child?
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I thought today would be a good day to stay home, since we have been having so many outings. Maybe picking some vegetables would give the kids some fresh air and give them a sense of accomplishment for picking their own veggies. So here's how that went:

Kyra: "Is the wire fence off?" (we have an electric fence around the garden so animals don't get in)
Mom: "Yes it's off, just step over."
Kyra: "Are you sure?"
Mom: "Yes"
-in she comes, tripping over the wire flat into the mud, and crying
Mom: sigh
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-I pick up Katie and set her in the garden. I show her the pile of zucchini I made, and tell
her to put them in the plastic bag. Evidently she had something different in mind, because
when I turned around she had put each zucchini back in their original spot (as to replant them)
-Okay, so that didn't work. I took her out of the garden to play with the baby stroller, turned
my head to pick some more, looked up to find her back in the garden eating a chunk of mud.
-I quickly wipe off as much as I can, all the time she's screaming and squirming like there
is no tomorrow (everyone knows of course how much toddler's love their face wiped), and into
the tomato cage she falls. I think we've had enough of the garden today.