Nudge The Nest & Pray They Fly
I’m back people! Had to take a brief blogging hiatus to get my younger brother married off to what is most definitely his better half, and spent most of this week working on revisions and new material for the book. But tonight AND tomorrow morning are going to be devoted to the catching up the blog! I hope you missed us! I missed you!
At bedtime tonight I was trying to listen to Emma tell a story, while Aubrey made miscellaneous background noises.
Emma: Eh-body BE quiet! You hear my boice? BE QUI-ET!
Aubrey continued to make random sounds.
Me: Aubrey you are too loud, I can’t hear Emma’s story.
Aubrey: Ack-shully…it’s my iguana.
FYI, we don’t have any pets.
As usual, I was cooking dinner with my soux chef Emma. She wants to stir and taste everything that is being cooked, and after I offered her a bite of chicken (teriyaki chicken, vegetable fried rice and potstickers, if you must know…) she said, “Momma, wick my chin.”
Me: Lick your chin? Why?
Emma: Cause, it is so ‘ticky…
Me: Gross. No, I’m not licking your chin.
Emma: Go on…taste it Momma. It gonna be soooo good.
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(Daughter in Lap= Most Uncomfortable Pedicure)
I was packing Aubrey’s lunch during her first week of school and decided to draw a picture for her. It was a classic stick figure drawing of a Mommy and a curly headed little girl holding hands, with hearts shooting in between them and I wrote underneath it “MOMMY LOVES AUBREY” I write and draw the exact same thing for her at least once a week on her Magnadoodle.
When Aubrey got home from school that afternoon, I asked, “Aubrey did you get the note I put in your lunchbox?” She flipped her hair over her shoulder rolled her eyes and said, “UH, I can’t READ, MOM!”
My bad.
After school today, Aubrey and I were baking cookies. She was playing with toys and pretending her play-doh globs were puppies. I heard her say something to her “dogs” about Lady & The Tramp, when all of a sudden that little head popped up and she asked, “Momma, WHAT is a tramp?”
Gulp.
Me: Um, ahhhh. Well, let me see. It’s a, well. Um. (Cursing in my head! Deep cleansing breath.) It’s a person who sleeps in a lot of different places…
Lucky for me the subject was dropped. But that was uncomfortable! (Not as uncomfortable as I’m going to be when she uses her new word for the first time, but still.) I’d like to know how YOU would have answered that question! Leave your thoughts in the comments section.