At 3:00 a.m. This Morning
George, standing next to my bed, very close to my face: Mom, I need to tell you something.
Me, trying to focus through the fog of a rude awakening: OK, what's up?
George: Ted turned out the light in the closet. You are going to need to turn it back on.
Saturday, February 08, 2014
Friday, February 07, 2014
Honestly, the conversations I am privileged to have with this boy...
Here's one:
George, pointing at a picture of himself that popped up on the screen: Hey, look! There's when we went to feed the ducks!
Me: Yep! Wasn't that fun?!?
George: Yes. I like ducks. I want to go feed them again.
Me: In St. George with Grandma? That's where the ducks are that we like to feed.
George: I'm going to pick a duck up.
Me: I...don't think ducks like to be picked up. Unless they are little baby ducks.
George, making demonstrating motions with his arms: No--I'm going to pick him up under his tummy and then I'm going to throw him into the air and then he will fly.
Me: Remind me to warn the ducks you are coming.
Here's another:
Me: Somebody tore a page out of this book.
George: Yes.
Me, acting as if I didn't know he was the only one in the house who would still vandalize a book: Was it you?
George, thinking quickly: Yes...I was trying to make a 'vention.
Me: You were trying to make an invention?
George: Yes.
Apparently, something as important as an invention should be a widely accepted as a reason to rip a book apart...
Here's one that was brought to remembrance by writing about the ripped book:
I came into the kitchen to find George staring at the broken mirror I had set on the counter earlier in the day.
George: This mirror's broken.
Me: I know, Mommy accidentally broke Bean's mirror.
George, brightening, and with a HUGE sigh of relief: Then it wasn't ME?!?!?
The rest of the day, anytime someone came into the kitchen, he informed them that "Mommy breaked the mirror." I guess he just wanted to advertise that he isn't the only one who breaks things around here.
(What makes it funnier--and a actually tugs at my heartstrings a little--is that I found out that Bean had seen him looking at the mirror right before I had, and had asked him if he had broken her mirror. He had replied, "No." Which was the truth. But then he must have been second-guessing himself--maybe thinking back, trying to figure out when he had broken it. Poor kid. Hence the intensity in which he was staring at the mirror when I found him, and his expression of elation when he found out it truly wasn't him--as he originally thought.)
And still another:
While we were driving in the car.
George, after having been extra quiet and obviously pondering something: Mom, are you already married?
Me: Yes.
George: OK, I'll marry Goosie then.
I was flattered to be his first choice--I'd have thought he'd pick Goosie over me, hands down. Especially since for the first couple years of his life he called her "Mommy-Goosie"
Me: Do you know who I'm married to?
George: Um...is it Daddy?
Me, wondering how PTP and I had failed at making this more obvious: Yes, it's Daddy.
From here, I can't remember exactly how the dialogue went, but it seems like I ended up being married to Part Time Politician and George betrothed himself to Goosie and said that Bean could marry Ted.
So, we're all good on that front. If we lived in Adam and Eve's time.
George, as "'Indy on a Jones' NOT 'Indiana,' Mom!"
Here's one:
George, pointing at a picture of himself that popped up on the screen: Hey, look! There's when we went to feed the ducks!
Me: Yep! Wasn't that fun?!?
George: Yes. I like ducks. I want to go feed them again.
Me: In St. George with Grandma? That's where the ducks are that we like to feed.
George: I'm going to pick a duck up.
Me: I...don't think ducks like to be picked up. Unless they are little baby ducks.
George, making demonstrating motions with his arms: No--I'm going to pick him up under his tummy and then I'm going to throw him into the air and then he will fly.
Me: Remind me to warn the ducks you are coming.
Here's another:
Me: Somebody tore a page out of this book.
George: Yes.
Me, acting as if I didn't know he was the only one in the house who would still vandalize a book: Was it you?
George, thinking quickly: Yes...I was trying to make a 'vention.
Me: You were trying to make an invention?
George: Yes.
Apparently, something as important as an invention should be a widely accepted as a reason to rip a book apart...
Here's one that was brought to remembrance by writing about the ripped book:
I came into the kitchen to find George staring at the broken mirror I had set on the counter earlier in the day.
George: This mirror's broken.
Me: I know, Mommy accidentally broke Bean's mirror.
George, brightening, and with a HUGE sigh of relief: Then it wasn't ME?!?!?
The rest of the day, anytime someone came into the kitchen, he informed them that "Mommy breaked the mirror." I guess he just wanted to advertise that he isn't the only one who breaks things around here.
(What makes it funnier--and a actually tugs at my heartstrings a little--is that I found out that Bean had seen him looking at the mirror right before I had, and had asked him if he had broken her mirror. He had replied, "No." Which was the truth. But then he must have been second-guessing himself--maybe thinking back, trying to figure out when he had broken it. Poor kid. Hence the intensity in which he was staring at the mirror when I found him, and his expression of elation when he found out it truly wasn't him--as he originally thought.)
And still another:
While we were driving in the car.
George, after having been extra quiet and obviously pondering something: Mom, are you already married?
Me: Yes.
George: OK, I'll marry Goosie then.
I was flattered to be his first choice--I'd have thought he'd pick Goosie over me, hands down. Especially since for the first couple years of his life he called her "Mommy-Goosie"
Me: Do you know who I'm married to?
George: Um...is it Daddy?
Me, wondering how PTP and I had failed at making this more obvious: Yes, it's Daddy.
From here, I can't remember exactly how the dialogue went, but it seems like I ended up being married to Part Time Politician and George betrothed himself to Goosie and said that Bean could marry Ted.
So, we're all good on that front. If we lived in Adam and Eve's time.
Tuesday, February 04, 2014
A Study in Delirium
The conversation between one delirious 4-year old boy (all night stomach pain with a fever), and one delirious mother (lack of sleep due to being up all night with a 4-year boy who had stomach pain and a fever) sometime between 4:00 and 5:00 am:
The Mom: Let's say a little prayer so that Heavenly Father can help your tummy feel better and so that you can go back to sleep.
George: OK but if we do that He will have to come down here to ours house to make me feel better because He's up in the sky.
The Mom: No, Heavenly Father knows how to help you feel better without Him having to actually come to our house.
George, getting more riled: No! He will have to come down here, because in Primary on Sunday I saw a picture of Him and He was up in sky. So He will have to come down here, and how will he get down if He's up in the sky?
The Mom: No, it will be ok--He can help you without coming down. Heavenly Father...
George, interrupting, obviously upset by my lack of logic: He's up in the sky. How will he come down here? Do They have a ladder up there?
The Mom, abandoning any effort to be a "good mom" and "take a quiet, opportune moment to explain truths about God" to this child (did I mention he was delirious?) because she is SO tired and SO wants sleep (did I mention she was delirious?): Yes, they have a ladder up there.
George: OK.
And we both laid back down. I wish I could say we went back to sleep. But his tummy started to feel better, so sleep was, obviously, no longer needed on his end. Time to play with toys and ask Mom questions/tell Mom interesting facts.
Finally, at 6:00 am, Part Time Politician woke up and did something with him. I'm not sure what it was because I went back to SLEEP.
This photo was obviously not taken the night in question.
The conversation between one delirious 4-year old boy (all night stomach pain with a fever), and one delirious mother (lack of sleep due to being up all night with a 4-year boy who had stomach pain and a fever) sometime between 4:00 and 5:00 am:
The Mom: Let's say a little prayer so that Heavenly Father can help your tummy feel better and so that you can go back to sleep.
George: OK but if we do that He will have to come down here to ours house to make me feel better because He's up in the sky.
The Mom: No, Heavenly Father knows how to help you feel better without Him having to actually come to our house.
George, getting more riled: No! He will have to come down here, because in Primary on Sunday I saw a picture of Him and He was up in sky. So He will have to come down here, and how will he get down if He's up in the sky?
The Mom: No, it will be ok--He can help you without coming down. Heavenly Father...
George, interrupting, obviously upset by my lack of logic: He's up in the sky. How will he come down here? Do They have a ladder up there?
The Mom, abandoning any effort to be a "good mom" and "take a quiet, opportune moment to explain truths about God" to this child (did I mention he was delirious?) because she is SO tired and SO wants sleep (did I mention she was delirious?): Yes, they have a ladder up there.
George: OK.
And we both laid back down. I wish I could say we went back to sleep. But his tummy started to feel better, so sleep was, obviously, no longer needed on his end. Time to play with toys and ask Mom questions/tell Mom interesting facts.
Finally, at 6:00 am, Part Time Politician woke up and did something with him. I'm not sure what it was because I went back to SLEEP.
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