Today I went to Humarock to drop off some towels. I have been dreading going there since my father died. I did go a few days after he passed to see the neighbors and get sand from the beach to put in his coffin. Since I have been dreading it and have really thought I would put it off until next season.
Today I had to go to Scituate Harbor and decided to continue on to Humarock to drop the towels. It was as hard as I thought it would be. Half way there I started crying and got worse the closer I got. Even though he would not be there now anyway, and I do this trip many times over the winter to drop "beach" stuff off at the house for next season, knowing he would not be there again hit me like a ton of bricks on my drive over.
On the way back we passed the chapel we go to for church when we are staying there. Brendan commented that we went to that church last summer. I told him we would go again next summer. He asked if we would be going back to Humarock. I told him we would because Papa would want us to. Then Audrey chimed in and commented that she "wanted Papa to go with us next year". Don't we all. :(
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Friday, November 25, 2011
Brendanism
While watching all the Black Friday commercials last night...
Me: "Brendan, what do you want for Christmas?"
Him: "Everything."
Me: "Brendan, what do you want for Christmas?"
Him: "Everything."
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Dad
It has taken me a while to write this post. 2 weeks, 3 days to be exact (longer now because I am just getting back to this on November 25th). My father passed away on September 8th unexpectedly. It was the most heartwrenching day of my life. One I knew would come some day, but I did not expect it then. He had many ailments~emphysema, an aortic dissection, congestive heart failure and an overall weakened heart. We learned how weak last February when he went into Mass. General for some tests. He had been bleeding profusely from his nose one week. It had happened a couple of times within a week and, after returning from Carney Hospital one day, I had to drive him to Mass. General because it started again before I left my parents' house.
While at MGH they had to take him off of his blood pressure and fluid meds. to do an endoscopy and a colonoscopy. When they brought him back to his room after the tests his blood pressure shot up over 200 and his lungs filled with fluid~two liters to be exact. They gave him meds to reverse the blood pressure and drained the fluid out of his lungs. They had to intubate him and, we were told, he fought to pull the tube out so they had to sedate him as well. We spoke to one of the drs. who oversaw him and was told that we should discuss a do not resuscitate because it "could be 3 weeks or three months" before we had this type of situation again and that his heart was working "at a fraction of what it should be". This did not come as a huge surprise at the time. He had several ailments and had an aortic repair 10+ year prior. I was taken back by the brutal honesty of the dr. I was annoyed, angry and saddened. I didn't find it necessary for him to be so brutally honest. We spoke to three other drs. who were in charge of his care and a nurse. All told us that his heart was weak but that they could not say how long it would last. The nurse also made sure we knew that the situation that happened in the hospital was the result of the circumstances surrounding his tests~taking him off the medication that he clearly needed~and that at home he should be fine as long as he took them faithfully.
We passed the three month mark and I let my guard down. Thought that dr. was wrong. Over the summer I was able to get him up to the beach twice. He hadn't walked to the beach, which is only four houses away, in two years. He was too winded from the emphysema to make the walk over the small sand mound that leads to the beach. I was so happy he was there and so was he. It was his (and my) most favorite place to be. Brian, I and the kids spent Labor Day Weekend with my parents in Humarock. I always have. This Labor Day weekend was chaotic because we had been without power for 6 days prior due to Hurricane Irene. We actually went to Humarock sooner this year because power was restored there before it was in Norwell. Unfortunately, my parents didn't come down until Friday. The weekend, although we were there, was crazy. I was trying to finish up getting the kids ready for school, running back and forth to the laundromat to get caught up on the mounds of laundry from days of not being able to do it at home and tried to fit in last minute day trips. Although we were at Humarock~it wasn't quality time with my parents and I regret that greatly. On Monday night we left for home.
The kids started school on Wednesday. Brian took the week off to see them off on their first day of school. We took the twins to a movie on Wednesday after we saw the older ones off. I hadn't spoken to my parents since Monday and thought to myself that I had to call them. I forgot.
On Thursday I was making dinner while the twins painted a box in the kitchen. They were really making a mess and I thought to myself at one point that I was surprised at how calm I was with it all. I returned to making dinner and at 3:08 jumped as if startled. My first thought was that I realized I missed getting the kids off the bus. When I realized that I was too early, my next thought was that I still hadn't called my parents and I had to do so. I reminded myself to do so when the kids got home and I got them settled and started on homework.
We went to get them off the bus and while waiting I got the call about my father. Ironically, we knew one of the EMT's who worked on him. He was in line at a corner store near my parents house waiting to turn in a scratch ticket when he had the heart attack. From what we were told there was a pulse initially. It stopped and when CPR was started it started again. Then stopped. The EMT told me at the wake that the first call came in at 2:57. They arrived on scene at 3:02. I guess you have to believe in this, but I truly believe that my father passed away at 3:08 and, as many people have said to me, he passed through me to say goodbye. That, surprisingly, has brought me peace.
The pain was still unbearable in the beginning. Excrutiating. Like nothing I have ever felt before and would never want to feel again. The loss, the emptiness, lonliness, and desire to get him back. As I said to one friend, "I want to shake someone and shout at them to give him back!" Although the sadness is still there, as is the emptiness, I am doing ok. Thanksgiving was tough. We stayed home with the kids. It was good for me, although the kids didn't understand why I didn't want to see family. The thought of being together without my father was too much for me to bear. I did well until the night before when I sobbed while cooking. I still want him back, but know it is not going to happen.
There have been other signs that I have been given from him that he is ok. I know they are real. Those also have helped. I still want him back but am moving on. The kids have been a real distraction. It also helps when they talk of him and things they remember about him. I love to hear their stories and recollections. It brings a smile to my face, although sometimes through tears.
Life does move on and I know I will see him again someday.
While at MGH they had to take him off of his blood pressure and fluid meds. to do an endoscopy and a colonoscopy. When they brought him back to his room after the tests his blood pressure shot up over 200 and his lungs filled with fluid~two liters to be exact. They gave him meds to reverse the blood pressure and drained the fluid out of his lungs. They had to intubate him and, we were told, he fought to pull the tube out so they had to sedate him as well. We spoke to one of the drs. who oversaw him and was told that we should discuss a do not resuscitate because it "could be 3 weeks or three months" before we had this type of situation again and that his heart was working "at a fraction of what it should be". This did not come as a huge surprise at the time. He had several ailments and had an aortic repair 10+ year prior. I was taken back by the brutal honesty of the dr. I was annoyed, angry and saddened. I didn't find it necessary for him to be so brutally honest. We spoke to three other drs. who were in charge of his care and a nurse. All told us that his heart was weak but that they could not say how long it would last. The nurse also made sure we knew that the situation that happened in the hospital was the result of the circumstances surrounding his tests~taking him off the medication that he clearly needed~and that at home he should be fine as long as he took them faithfully.
We passed the three month mark and I let my guard down. Thought that dr. was wrong. Over the summer I was able to get him up to the beach twice. He hadn't walked to the beach, which is only four houses away, in two years. He was too winded from the emphysema to make the walk over the small sand mound that leads to the beach. I was so happy he was there and so was he. It was his (and my) most favorite place to be. Brian, I and the kids spent Labor Day Weekend with my parents in Humarock. I always have. This Labor Day weekend was chaotic because we had been without power for 6 days prior due to Hurricane Irene. We actually went to Humarock sooner this year because power was restored there before it was in Norwell. Unfortunately, my parents didn't come down until Friday. The weekend, although we were there, was crazy. I was trying to finish up getting the kids ready for school, running back and forth to the laundromat to get caught up on the mounds of laundry from days of not being able to do it at home and tried to fit in last minute day trips. Although we were at Humarock~it wasn't quality time with my parents and I regret that greatly. On Monday night we left for home.
The kids started school on Wednesday. Brian took the week off to see them off on their first day of school. We took the twins to a movie on Wednesday after we saw the older ones off. I hadn't spoken to my parents since Monday and thought to myself that I had to call them. I forgot.
On Thursday I was making dinner while the twins painted a box in the kitchen. They were really making a mess and I thought to myself at one point that I was surprised at how calm I was with it all. I returned to making dinner and at 3:08 jumped as if startled. My first thought was that I realized I missed getting the kids off the bus. When I realized that I was too early, my next thought was that I still hadn't called my parents and I had to do so. I reminded myself to do so when the kids got home and I got them settled and started on homework.
We went to get them off the bus and while waiting I got the call about my father. Ironically, we knew one of the EMT's who worked on him. He was in line at a corner store near my parents house waiting to turn in a scratch ticket when he had the heart attack. From what we were told there was a pulse initially. It stopped and when CPR was started it started again. Then stopped. The EMT told me at the wake that the first call came in at 2:57. They arrived on scene at 3:02. I guess you have to believe in this, but I truly believe that my father passed away at 3:08 and, as many people have said to me, he passed through me to say goodbye. That, surprisingly, has brought me peace.
The pain was still unbearable in the beginning. Excrutiating. Like nothing I have ever felt before and would never want to feel again. The loss, the emptiness, lonliness, and desire to get him back. As I said to one friend, "I want to shake someone and shout at them to give him back!" Although the sadness is still there, as is the emptiness, I am doing ok. Thanksgiving was tough. We stayed home with the kids. It was good for me, although the kids didn't understand why I didn't want to see family. The thought of being together without my father was too much for me to bear. I did well until the night before when I sobbed while cooking. I still want him back, but know it is not going to happen.
There have been other signs that I have been given from him that he is ok. I know they are real. Those also have helped. I still want him back but am moving on. The kids have been a real distraction. It also helps when they talk of him and things they remember about him. I love to hear their stories and recollections. It brings a smile to my face, although sometimes through tears.
Life does move on and I know I will see him again someday.
Boyisms...
While my mother was on the telephone at my house the other day, I was trying to listen to her conversation so that I would be able to help her if necessary. I had asked Brendan to stop talking several times. Here is how the conversation proceeded...
Me: "Can you stop talking? Do you ever stop talking?"
Him: "Sorry, I have a mouth."
Today all the kids were playing in the Kulik's yard across the street. All were rolling down their front lawn. Patrick stopped at one point and lied in the grass. While lying there I asked him to get up so he didn't get any ticks. I told him that if he didn't get up and got ticks who would remove them because I wasn't. His response:
"You have to, your my mother."
Me: "Can you stop talking? Do you ever stop talking?"
Him: "Sorry, I have a mouth."
Today all the kids were playing in the Kulik's yard across the street. All were rolling down their front lawn. Patrick stopped at one point and lied in the grass. While lying there I asked him to get up so he didn't get any ticks. I told him that if he didn't get up and got ticks who would remove them because I wasn't. His response:
"You have to, your my mother."
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
I'm Sorry to Anyone Who Actually Reads this Blog...
but yet another crack up from my littlest one. This time as she brushes my hair...
"Ok, now you look pretty. Let me get my Barbie that looks prettier. You have to look like her."
I have about 10 more posts in my head to write, that I'm sure would be more enjoyable to read but, alas, this blog is for me to keep record of the kiddos. I hope to one day to get more thoughts down.
"Ok, now you look pretty. Let me get my Barbie that looks prettier. You have to look like her."
I have about 10 more posts in my head to write, that I'm sure would be more enjoyable to read but, alas, this blog is for me to keep record of the kiddos. I hope to one day to get more thoughts down.
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
More Isms~Audrey & Sean
Today we were heading out to Norris Reservation for a walk with the Caff's. As I'm yelling for all the kids to get their shoes on, Audrey replies, "Mom, do I have to wear sneakers? I only like fancy shoes."
Yesterday Sean reminded me of something mean I said on a REALLY bad day. I was heading out the door and asked him to come with me so I could talk to him about it. During the conversation I stated that I would be 90 years old some day and still feel guilty for saying what I had said. His response, "Mom, just erase it from your mind. That's what I do?" If only it were that easy!
Yesterday Sean reminded me of something mean I said on a REALLY bad day. I was heading out the door and asked him to come with me so I could talk to him about it. During the conversation I stated that I would be 90 years old some day and still feel guilty for saying what I had said. His response, "Mom, just erase it from your mind. That's what I do?" If only it were that easy!
Thursday, July 28, 2011
Audreyism of the Day
While sitting on the middle school lawn watching Sean at Archery Camp. "You're not old, you're just fat. I still love you, though."
An Even Playing Field and Pretty Girls
I love the beach. For anyone who has read this blog you know I spend a lot of time at Humarock Beach. It is my favorite place to be. I grew up there. My parents bought a small cottage there 43 years ago~6 months before I was born. I have wonderful memories of summers spent there.
Now my kids enjoy it as well. They LOVE it really. They love the beach like I did, love the ocean and even can dive right in to the frigid cold Atlantic Ocean water like I did when I was their age. They spend hours in it like I did as well. It is their second home and from the first sign of warm weather in the spring they ask when we are going back.
For both the reasons I mention above, I love Humarock Beach. As a mom I have a new appreciation for it. It brings an even playing field and days together that are enjoyed with almost no fighting at all. The beach, with all it's beauty, brings an even playing field for all kids~but especially siblings! Another friend of mine made this observation while we were there earlier this summer. Last week Brian, the kids and I spent our vacation there. I noticed what she meant during our vacation. It's hard to fight with such a wide open space to play. Don't want to build a sand castle, then go into the water, don't want to ride waves anymore, then get your skimboard, float on the tube, read a book, or just sit and soak up the warm sun. The house is so close to the beach, and the older boys just old enough, that I can now send them back to the house for a snack or if they just need a break. There's so much room to split them up or let them play together. It makes for such a fun and relaxing day for them and, sometimes more importantly, me.
As with last year, we had another wonderful week at the beach. We are so fortunate to live near the water and have a summer home to go to and a place to go to when we all need to have some space from each other~which inevitably brings us all back together when we get there!
On another note~my oldest has a crush. He has had this crush for two years now. He is the sweetest, kindest boy. Today after lacrosse practice he asked if he could put the BTR cd in the car stereo. The other day I skipped over the boyfriend song because I find it annoying. Tonight he asked if he could listen to the cd and made it a point to let me know he wanted to listen to the "boyfriend" song as well. I asked him teasingly if it was because he liked someone. At first he wouldn't say, then he told me that I knew who it was. The same girl he has mentioned a handful of times. To back up a bit~I honestly can't believe they have crushes at this age. They seem too young. This girl would tie his shoes in second grade. I think the attention is what he liked. When he told me tonight that I already knew who it was I said to him that I thought she was a sweet girl and a "good catch". He asked me what I meant by "good catch" and I told him just what I said~that she is a sweet girl. His response was, "and she's pretty too." So flippin sweet!
Now my kids enjoy it as well. They LOVE it really. They love the beach like I did, love the ocean and even can dive right in to the frigid cold Atlantic Ocean water like I did when I was their age. They spend hours in it like I did as well. It is their second home and from the first sign of warm weather in the spring they ask when we are going back.
For both the reasons I mention above, I love Humarock Beach. As a mom I have a new appreciation for it. It brings an even playing field and days together that are enjoyed with almost no fighting at all. The beach, with all it's beauty, brings an even playing field for all kids~but especially siblings! Another friend of mine made this observation while we were there earlier this summer. Last week Brian, the kids and I spent our vacation there. I noticed what she meant during our vacation. It's hard to fight with such a wide open space to play. Don't want to build a sand castle, then go into the water, don't want to ride waves anymore, then get your skimboard, float on the tube, read a book, or just sit and soak up the warm sun. The house is so close to the beach, and the older boys just old enough, that I can now send them back to the house for a snack or if they just need a break. There's so much room to split them up or let them play together. It makes for such a fun and relaxing day for them and, sometimes more importantly, me.
As with last year, we had another wonderful week at the beach. We are so fortunate to live near the water and have a summer home to go to and a place to go to when we all need to have some space from each other~which inevitably brings us all back together when we get there!
On another note~my oldest has a crush. He has had this crush for two years now. He is the sweetest, kindest boy. Today after lacrosse practice he asked if he could put the BTR cd in the car stereo. The other day I skipped over the boyfriend song because I find it annoying. Tonight he asked if he could listen to the cd and made it a point to let me know he wanted to listen to the "boyfriend" song as well. I asked him teasingly if it was because he liked someone. At first he wouldn't say, then he told me that I knew who it was. The same girl he has mentioned a handful of times. To back up a bit~I honestly can't believe they have crushes at this age. They seem too young. This girl would tie his shoes in second grade. I think the attention is what he liked. When he told me tonight that I already knew who it was I said to him that I thought she was a sweet girl and a "good catch". He asked me what I meant by "good catch" and I told him just what I said~that she is a sweet girl. His response was, "and she's pretty too." So flippin sweet!
Sunday, July 10, 2011
I Almost Hit an American Idol
Ok...so FINALLY a post about something other than my kids!
I live in south eastern Massachusetts where members of Aerosmith live. Tom Hamilton used to live in my town~but sold his house and moved to Boston a few years ago. Joe Perry lives a couple of towns away, Joey Kramer used to live the next town over but sold his house about a year ago and also moved to the city. Steven Tyler lives in the same town as Joey Kramer and remains there still. Not sure about Brad Whitford~but I know he is close because he, Tom Hamilton and Joey Kramer all used to frequent the Chinese restaurant in my town.
As a result of the close proximity of all~sightings are a common occurrence. A neighbor shot his hose at Lamborghini that sped down his street at an outrageous speed. The driver threw the car in reverse and backed up to apologize~it was Steven Tyler. About 15 years ago Steven Tyler sat down at the table next to me and my family in a local restaurant. It was Mother's Day and he was out with his wife and two children (who had to be 3 and 4 at the time). He clearly did not want to be bothered and my family (and the other patrons) left him alone. One spring night about 3 years ago we saw Joey Kramer at a local ice cream store. When we drove up he was done with pictures and getting into his car. All my brushes with the band have been arms length and I have never approached them.
That all changed tonight! We were leaving Humarock and driving down Central Ave. As we drove we noticed a "woman" walking in the middle of the street talking on her cell phone. Brian and I asked each other what she was doing. We slowed so as to not hit her and to try to figure out what she was doing. When we did she turned around and walked back towards the side of the road. There was a crowd around, so we thought there may have been an accident. As we passed the "woman" was right next to our car and I yelled, "that's Steven Tyler". We passed and commented that we should go back, but were nervous to if he had been in an accident. We didn't want to cause more commotion under those circumstances. We turned around to at least see and saw that he was taking pictures with fire fighters and fans that had surrounded him. I just purchased his autobiography for Brian for Father's Day and he happened to be reading it on the beach today. I grabbed the book and hopped out. I went over and asked if he would sign it. I think I must have looked like a child~I was so struck at the fact that I was actually getting a chance to approach him finally! He was about to take a picture with someone else and stopped and looked at me as I approached. He stared and acknowledged me~forgetting the picture he was about to take. I asked if he would mind signing the book and told him that Brian had been reading it on the beach that day. He took it and said, "sure, quick, quick, quick...". I thanked him and ran back to the car to show Brian~who now was unloading all the kids with the idea of getting a family picture with him. By the time he headed over, Steven was getting back into his car and commented that he had to go. No picture for us~but I am still star struck at the fact that he looked right at me and spoke to me. Seriously, like a kid. So pathetic, but true and very exciting.
What was almost more fun was that the kids were as excited because they recognized him from American Idol. Brian and I kept telling them, "that's Steven Tyler from American Idol!" They knew!
Hopefully next time we'll get our chance at a picture.
I live in south eastern Massachusetts where members of Aerosmith live. Tom Hamilton used to live in my town~but sold his house and moved to Boston a few years ago. Joe Perry lives a couple of towns away, Joey Kramer used to live the next town over but sold his house about a year ago and also moved to the city. Steven Tyler lives in the same town as Joey Kramer and remains there still. Not sure about Brad Whitford~but I know he is close because he, Tom Hamilton and Joey Kramer all used to frequent the Chinese restaurant in my town.
As a result of the close proximity of all~sightings are a common occurrence. A neighbor shot his hose at Lamborghini that sped down his street at an outrageous speed. The driver threw the car in reverse and backed up to apologize~it was Steven Tyler. About 15 years ago Steven Tyler sat down at the table next to me and my family in a local restaurant. It was Mother's Day and he was out with his wife and two children (who had to be 3 and 4 at the time). He clearly did not want to be bothered and my family (and the other patrons) left him alone. One spring night about 3 years ago we saw Joey Kramer at a local ice cream store. When we drove up he was done with pictures and getting into his car. All my brushes with the band have been arms length and I have never approached them.
That all changed tonight! We were leaving Humarock and driving down Central Ave. As we drove we noticed a "woman" walking in the middle of the street talking on her cell phone. Brian and I asked each other what she was doing. We slowed so as to not hit her and to try to figure out what she was doing. When we did she turned around and walked back towards the side of the road. There was a crowd around, so we thought there may have been an accident. As we passed the "woman" was right next to our car and I yelled, "that's Steven Tyler". We passed and commented that we should go back, but were nervous to if he had been in an accident. We didn't want to cause more commotion under those circumstances. We turned around to at least see and saw that he was taking pictures with fire fighters and fans that had surrounded him. I just purchased his autobiography for Brian for Father's Day and he happened to be reading it on the beach today. I grabbed the book and hopped out. I went over and asked if he would sign it. I think I must have looked like a child~I was so struck at the fact that I was actually getting a chance to approach him finally! He was about to take a picture with someone else and stopped and looked at me as I approached. He stared and acknowledged me~forgetting the picture he was about to take. I asked if he would mind signing the book and told him that Brian had been reading it on the beach that day. He took it and said, "sure, quick, quick, quick...". I thanked him and ran back to the car to show Brian~who now was unloading all the kids with the idea of getting a family picture with him. By the time he headed over, Steven was getting back into his car and commented that he had to go. No picture for us~but I am still star struck at the fact that he looked right at me and spoke to me. Seriously, like a kid. So pathetic, but true and very exciting.
What was almost more fun was that the kids were as excited because they recognized him from American Idol. Brian and I kept telling them, "that's Steven Tyler from American Idol!" They knew!
Hopefully next time we'll get our chance at a picture.
Friday, July 1, 2011
Welcome to My World
Brian just went out to play wiffle ball with the kids. He is currently dealing with one crying, unreasonable six year old who is also fighting with her 10 year old brother while also trying to mediate a fight between the 10 year old and 8 year old over who gets to bat first. I think he's getting a good taste of why I call him at work some days screaming like a lunatic~usually before lunch time! LOL!
Monday, May 9, 2011
Crazy, Busy and Another QOTD by Audrey
We have been crazy, busy around here this month. Between the onslaught of spring sports~soccer for two, lacrosse for one, baseball for two~, including a husband who coaches, the twins birthday and a First Communion we are out straight around here. I am just trying to keep my head above water getting the kids where they need to go, getting homework/projects done and remembering appointments. I'm really not doing that well at any of it, but it all is getting done to some degree.
There's so much I want to write about about the twins birthday and the First Communion~both of which went really well and was so special for all involved. I just don't feel I have the time to spend. Hopefully one late night soon.
In the midst of all of this, Audrey continues to spew her unbelievable quotes. Today, while watching Little Bill in the family room, she came out to the kitchen where I was working on the computer. Apparently I didn't look happy because she asked me what was wrong. Me, "I'm just working on the bills and I'm frustrated because your brother isn't cooperating with me." Her, "I'm frustrated because I hate Little Bill."
Hopefully more soon on other parts of life!
There's so much I want to write about about the twins birthday and the First Communion~both of which went really well and was so special for all involved. I just don't feel I have the time to spend. Hopefully one late night soon.
In the midst of all of this, Audrey continues to spew her unbelievable quotes. Today, while watching Little Bill in the family room, she came out to the kitchen where I was working on the computer. Apparently I didn't look happy because she asked me what was wrong. Me, "I'm just working on the bills and I'm frustrated because your brother isn't cooperating with me." Her, "I'm frustrated because I hate Little Bill."
Hopefully more soon on other parts of life!
Sunday, March 27, 2011
QOTD~by someone besides Audrey!
This one was by Caroline as I left for work this morning~ "Mommy, your makeup looks so nice. You look like a beautiful princess going to a ball." As a friend commented on FB~she really is Sweet Caroline! Love her!
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Audreyism of the Day, yes AGAIN!
Here I go again...I know this has been all I've posted about recently, but this girl is seriously unbelievable!
Today while at the dry cleaners, Audrey spotted a package of pool balls. There were two in a package. They were air freshners to be used in shoes or a drawer, etc. She wanted these so badly and I kept refusing. She asked so much that the owner of the dry cleaner said she could just have them because he had "a million" packages of them. Apparently, these are not a big seller.
I let her take them after she politely thanked him for them.
This afternoon when I got home from CCD Audrey came running out to the car with a huge smile on her face. Right away I noticed the two small bumps in her shirt placed very conspicuously at the top. I knew right away exactly what she was doing because she's done this before, but set myself up by asking her what she was doing and why the balls were in her shirt.
Her response, which I can't believe came out of a three year old (but this girl is way beyond her years), was "they're my boobies." Previously she has used balloons to the same end.
Don't know where she gets it from or where I got HER from. She's too much of a character to send back.
Today while at the dry cleaners, Audrey spotted a package of pool balls. There were two in a package. They were air freshners to be used in shoes or a drawer, etc. She wanted these so badly and I kept refusing. She asked so much that the owner of the dry cleaner said she could just have them because he had "a million" packages of them. Apparently, these are not a big seller.
I let her take them after she politely thanked him for them.
This afternoon when I got home from CCD Audrey came running out to the car with a huge smile on her face. Right away I noticed the two small bumps in her shirt placed very conspicuously at the top. I knew right away exactly what she was doing because she's done this before, but set myself up by asking her what she was doing and why the balls were in her shirt.
Her response, which I can't believe came out of a three year old (but this girl is way beyond her years), was "they're my boobies." Previously she has used balloons to the same end.
Don't know where she gets it from or where I got HER from. She's too much of a character to send back.
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Contradictory Audreyisms of the Day
One day last week I was helping Audrey in the bathroom. When she was done she picked up the toilet paper (as with most things in our house, the toilet paper holder is broken), looked through it and said, "I just found the perfect mommy!"
The other night she and I had a battle over getting her out of my bed. When I started to get angry she said, "I hate you". I told her that I didn't hate her and that she had hurt my feelings. The next morning I was getting ready and she said to me, "I love you". I reminded her about the night before and she responded, "But I love you AND I hate you". Then she went on to tell me that I'm beautiful and old.
I don't know whether to hug her or give her a time out!
The other night she and I had a battle over getting her out of my bed. When I started to get angry she said, "I hate you". I told her that I didn't hate her and that she had hurt my feelings. The next morning I was getting ready and she said to me, "I love you". I reminded her about the night before and she responded, "But I love you AND I hate you". Then she went on to tell me that I'm beautiful and old.
I don't know whether to hug her or give her a time out!
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