Going Back To My Roots

I originally started blogging a year and a half ago as a way to keep in touch with long distance family and friends and to document the little things that happen with kids, that can easily be forgotten.

I had no idea about the huge and wonderful blog culture, that's just been an added bonus. (Speaking of which, thank you so much for all the advice/opinions on the post about Bo not liking our neighbor. I do want to add, the bigger kid doesn't seek Bo out, just sometimes all the kids hang out together and Bo thrives on being with the bigger boys. But I am going to let Bo call the shots on this one. As long as he's nice.)

But now, sometimes when I go to post those little "dumb" things, I feel like I'm copping out or that I'm fishing. In reality, I'm just trying to stay true to myself.

With that being said, do you think I'm pretty?

Just kidding. I just have two little incidents that have made me laugh out loud and I wanted to document them.

Bo got sick sort of suddenly on Monday afternoon. Out of nowhere, he burst into tears and when I touched his head, it was blazing hot. It seriously came out of nowhere. So, yesterday, we took it kind of easy and last night, I wanted to see if he thought he was feeling good enough for school.

He surprisingly said no. When I asked why, he answered, "Because Sasha* will be there." He's mentioned Sasha at least two out of his three school days a week, since he started a month ago. Apparently they clashed early on, and Bo hasn't let it go. I can't tell if there have been other incidents (thank you very much T!), but when I press Bo for "reasons" he always goes back to "Sasha hit me" which happened the first day of class. And it may or may not have been a hit. I think she pushed his hand away or something.

I have talked to him a lot about Sasha and tried to give him ideas of how to help her be nice, but he's convinced she's just a bad seed. So last night, when he doesn't even want to go to school because of her, I asked him again, "Why don't you like Sasha?"

He pops up his little hand and lists off, "She hit me....she's not nice....she does mean things..." and then he was done. But he looked at his pudgy little hand and noticed there were still two perfectly good fingers left waiting to be useful with a complaint. "And uh.....there were some other reasons, I just can't sink of them...." Then he lists, as though he hasn't just listed 3 of the exact same complaints and as if he had already listed 23 very good complaints, "And I don't know her mom...and I don't know her dad. I sink that's probably it."

It's been a while since I've had to hide convulsive laughter from a very serious child.

I mentioned Sasha to his teacher today, hoping maybe she'd help him get past it a little, and the teacher laughed and said, "Yeah, she's pretty bossy."

Today he came home saying how wonderful Sasha is now. "I sot she was really mean, but she's just not anymore." Apparently he said, "Can you stick beans up your nose?" and she thought that was hilarious. Bo has just enough of me in him that, if you laugh at his jokes, all sins are forgiven. Forever.

*Name has been changed to protect the bossy

And also...

Further proof that Avee always knows how to get what she wants:

Today Avee fell asleep on the living room floor and because I didn't act on it fast enough she got woken up shortly after. So, the end result is, she doesn't take a real nap. I tried anyway and took her up to her bed. But I heard her flopping around upstairs. She tried to creep down the stairs but I yelled at her to go back to bed and she cried/screamed for 15 minutes and then came downstairs again. I caught her on the last stair and she knew she'd come far enough that she just might make it, with a little well-placed cuteness.

She broke out into a huge grin and ran to me, "I'm sooooooo happy to see you mom!" She looked up expectantly, knowing it had to work. But just in case it wasn't enough, "AND I need to go pee pee on the potty" as she pats her soaked diaper.

And lastly, but not least: For Millie