Plug it in

Colson was just pretending her pegasus stuffed animal was pregnant and she comes running up to me and says: "Mommy! The baby in her tummy is hungry!! I need a plug that fits in her tummy!!" See, we discussed umbilical cords a week or so ago...I can only imagine Colson's mental picture of how this works. :)

Fo

Here comes that obligatory my-little-baby's-growing-up-so-fast post. She is. Fin, I mean. She'll be two soon and she's finally saying real words. The phone rang at dinner and she points in the direction of where the noise is coming from and says, "Fo!!" Anyhow, she speaks. A little, and mostly incomprehensibly.

And tonight, see, I usually lay down in between the girls until they fall asleep. Well, tonight Fin was crying for her sister. So I pulled her into a hug and she climbed over me, settled herself down next to Colson and Colson put her arm around her and they both drifted off to sleep. It was sweet and the moonlight was positioned so perfectly, encasing them in a soft bluish window on the bed.

A bit of a ramble, I suppose. Ramblings entitled to mothers in the moments late at night when the world seems to stand still for once and we can really take in just how much...well, happens. Life.

Little happy things

Colson's sitting on the couch, hugging her stuffed cat, looking quietly up at the ceiling.

Mom: "Whatcha thinking about, Colson?"
Colson smiles.
Mom: "Happy thoughts?"
Colson: "Mmmhmm."
M: "Like what?"
C: "Like...Finley hugging me...and helping you clean up...and happy things like helping you make chocolate milk."

Wisdom of a 3-year-old

Today I got onto Finley about slamming doors. At one point she started to cry and Colson says to me:

"Mama, you need to take care of my little sister. She loves you when you yell at her, but it hurts her feelings too."

First comes love, then comes marriage...

Mom: "How do people get married?"
Colson: "They tell their-chothers."
M: "Tell each other what?"
C: "To get married."
M: "They ask, 'Will you marry me?'"
C: "Yeah."
M: "And then what happens?"
C: "They kiss."
M: "Yeah? And then what?"
C: "Then they're married!"

Dear Finley

Dear Finley,
Please talk soon. I know there is blogging potential up in those brains of yours. Also, you have a cute voice.

Love,
Mom

A Loony Mashup!

Sometimes I run on over here to ooley-ooley-oos and jot (can one jot with a keyboard?) down funny things Colson says because I know it will be lost by the end of the day. I often forget about them, however. So I checked back just now and here's what a found...

Untitled
Colson: "Mosquitos drink blood. Like vampires. That is disgusting. I will take it back from them and put it back in my shoulder."

Storytelling
"The little popcorns went to the other dark, where finger were. And they shot out worms, and the worms turned into a door. And they locked it. Forever. And they saw the other shadows, but the moon got the shadows away from the popcorns and they blew the fire off!"

B52's
"It wasn't a wock. It was a yonck wobstuh. It was a wooooooock yobster!"

Violence and Social Grooming
Colson: "When Daddy comes home, he will give you a happy smell."
Mom: "What??"
C: "If you bonk him in the head!"
M: "That's not very nice. I won't do that."
C: "If you smash him in the eye!"
M: "Colson! Those aren't nice things. I won't do that either."
C: "Well...love on him. Give him a kiss and give him a hug and brush his bangs."

Caterpillar, Love
Colson: "Look, Mama! I drawed caterpillars!"
Mom: "Oooh, how pretty....Hey, let's draw some antennas on their heads...and let's put some little balls on them."
A few minutes later Colson calls me over...
"Look, Mama! I drawed tennis racks (rackets) and balls on the caterpillars' heads!"

Your Friendly Neighborhood Crazy
"Spiderman! Spiderman!
Whateva he does!
Spins a web! Exercise!
Catches leaves!
....
Here Spiderman comes!"

:)

Safety First

Today I'm teaching Colson about dialing 911 in an emergency. We talked about how we use 911 to call for help when someone's hurt or there are bad guys or fires. I'm relieved that we're at this point (hopefully) now. I worry a lot that I'll crack my head open or something and my kids will have to fend for themselves as I slowly bleed to death until Danny comes home.

Anyhow, paranoia aside, Colson was pretty upset at the thought of me potentially getting hurt or bad guys coming. The fire scenario she was okay with. She went into minor hysterics saying that she "just wants to stay home forever and never be around mean people and no one will hurt me." This is when I tried to calm her by saying that it might be me that gets hurt and I would need her to be the big girl and help. Then, "I don't want that to happen!! Don't get hurt!" And also, "I don't want to learn bad things. I just want to learn good things like school!"

After she calmed down she did really well dialing the numbers and understanding not to press the green button unless there is a real emergency, that we were just pretending for practice. I wish, as I'm sure all parents do, that I could promise her that she would never be around mean people and no one would ever hurt her and that I would be always okay and in control. Heavy things...In the meantime, I will just focus on the hope I have that she won't call 911 the next time I stub my toe. Or that if I do crack my head open she won't dial a bunch of 2's. It's her favourite.

baby-fire

-noun
1. a rubber or plastic device, often shaped into a nipple, for a baby to suck or bite on.

Reflections at Bedtime

Tonight, the girls and I are laying in bed and Colson, out of nowhere, asks, "Why do I got brains?" The other night it was "Do fairies belong in Ariel?" (I'm assuming she meant the movie, or Ariel's world or story.)

So, to me, this is pretty awesome. My 3 year old contemplates. Lying there in silence she's wondering why she has brains. Pondering fairy tales and magical creatures and how they fit into her world. I am enthralled with my little glimpse into her mind. Perhaps this is normal and mundane to some. Maybe this is just motherhood. These tiny things, these little people...they fill my world with awe.

First Contact

So, I feel pretty awesome about the fact that my (almost) 3-year-old is completely unfamiliar with lollipops. And Tootsie Rolls.

Colson: "What's that thing on a stick? Is it a treat? Is it candy?"

Mom: "Yes, it's candy. It's a lollipop."

C: "Can I eat the yoweepop?"

I give her the lollipop and after a moment of studying, Colson says...

"Is it a....space ting??"

After the appropriate number of licks, she got to the center of her Tootsie Pop and marveled: 

"Oooh. It's getting chocolatey and gooey!"

Yum. :)

Sweethearts

Even tho I don't really dig Valentine's Day, it's hard not to get caught up in all the love going around. So as a Valentine post, here's my two little loves. Loving each other. 

Let's keep it going all year round. :) 

Ingestion

Dad: "What happens in your dreams?"
Colson: "They're gone! They're all gone! Fly ate my dreams!"

This is really only funny if you know Fly, our fat kitty. So fat, in fact, that she will eat your dreams.

Geometry Lessons

Mom: "Okay, girls. It's time for me to whip this house into shape! Know what that means!?"
Colson: "A triangle???"