Marin has been learning a lot of new words lately. Today she started saying “nap”. Yesterday she said “right back” and “help me”. Help me was due to the fact that she had climbed into the toy box without considering how she was going to get back out. Honestly, it seems like “help me” is probably the most useful phrase given the fact that she has siblings that are six and seven.
I watched a movie with the girls and their big brother yesterday. N had already seen it so he knew that there was a part that the girls shouldn’t see. We herded them out for the bad part but then a little later there was a questionable scene. A guy bumped fists with another guy. Then the third guy tried to participate but missed his chance. He said, “Hey, I was going to fist you, too!” N and I both laughed and the girls wanted to know what was so funny.
Claire- “What does that mean?”
N- “You don’t need to know that. In fact, I find it a little disturbing that Mommy knows what it means.”
It reminded me of when N was about nine and was telling an off-color joke. C took him out of the room to try and explain that it wasn’t appropriate.
C- “You shouldn’t tell jokes like that in front of girls, especially your mom.”
N- “Why? She doesn’t even know what a woody is!”
As amusing as kids can be, I am getting sick of the girls being out of school. Claire is the kid that never sleeps. She stays up late while Katie goes to sleep early. The absence of kid-free time is putting me on edge. I was complaining to Andrea last night while cooking dinner.
Me- “The girls are driving me nuts. I’m thinking of sending them to bible school just to get them out of the house.”
Andrea- “You know it only lasts for a week, don’t you?
Me- “What if they include an exorcism?”
I'm hating summer.