Tuesday, September 28, 2010

The Poop Conspiracy

On our way home from our new preschool time at the library, "Three Blind Mice" came on the radio. "The Poopy Song!" the Salad shouted in unison. All 3 burst into song, the words not quite how I remembered them.

"Three blind poops.
Three blind poops.
Poop. Poop. Poop.
Poop. Poop. Poop.
They all poop poop poop poop poop poop.
Three blind poops."

The whole way home, this silly episode made me so happy that the Salad is the same age. Because I can only imagine the inside joke that they share that turned a classic children's song into a catchy tune about poop.

Friday, September 24, 2010

And then I hung my head in embarassment.

Shrieks of laughter and shouts of "Tickle belly!" made me burst into the Salad's bedroom in the shore house. Here is the conversation that followed:

Me: "A, you are making too much noise in here with your brother and sister. It is not play time, it is nap time. I need you to sleep so that we can stay up late on the Boardwalk. Come with me and you can nap in the pack-n-play in our bedroom today."

A: "Mommy?"

Me: "Yes, A?" clearly exasperated.

A: "You want me to sleep in the pack-n-play?"

Me: "Yes, A. So that we can stay up late tonight."

A: "But not play in there?"

Can you see where she's going with this, people?

Me: "No playing. Just sleeping."

A: "But Mommy, why is it called a pack-n-play then?"

Me: "Uh. Um. Huh. You know what? I need quiet NOW. Let's go."

Dang . . . beaten by my three year old. Again. Dang.

Thursday, September 2, 2010

Tinkle, Tinkle, Little Star

A few weeks ago, Aunt Jen and Ian watched the Salad for a few hours. When I got home, they were all playing out in the pool. As soon as M saw me, he asked me to bring him inside. Once there, I thought it might be a nice treat for him to get a bath alone. For sake of ease, I usually bathe them together.

After the bath, while I was drying him off, he said, "Mommy that was my most favorite tubby ever!"

So I asked him why, thinking he'd say he got time alone with me, he didn't have to share bath toys, he wasn't kicked in the face by his sisters, there was room to "swim", etc, etc.

But instead he smiled a innocent smile and whispered, "Because I pee-peed in it!"