Tiny is a very curious little lady so I get asked a
million questions a day. Some are easy,
others down right stumpers, some make me want to beat my head against a wall
when I’ve been asked the same question for the 567th time that day, and
some make me stop and go hmmm…how quickly can I make something up so my 3
year old doesn’t think I’m an idiot? (Siri,
remind me later to Google anatomy of a monkey.)
If you had spent time with us in the last couple of weeks, you'd have heard some pretty awesome conversations...
When do we get to
meet the princess?
We're at the Princess Diana Exhibit at The Cincinnati Museum
Center and I don't know how to tell her...Ooooo….honey, this fairytale doesn’t end well. It’s what literature has deemed a tragedy.
The Princess? She dead.
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| You're kidding. Right mom? |
She doesn’t want to
eat from your boob. Why don’t you just
pump already?
Touche. And, can I
just say this is disturbing on so many levels.
One, while this is happening Poppy is fussing and playing a horrible
game of eat a little, look around a little…this is causing (eewwww) milk to
spray everywhere. I’m frustrated, she’s
frustrated and Liesee just wants her toaster waffle without being squirted in
the face by a rogue milk spray. Two, truth
be told I’ve been struggling with the decision to give up nursing Poppy and
just go to pumping and supplementing…the ol’ Guilt Vs. Sanity struggle. And, three, Liesee might be a genius…that is
until she asks the next question.
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| Sitting up is my newest trick! |
Can we play at Owen’s
house today?
Remember when we took that hellacious 13-hour drive just a
couple weeks ago after Uncle Mark and Aunt Di’s wedding? You don’t?
You’ve totally blocked it out?
Ok, well, honey, Owen lives in Cincinnati, and we can’t drive 13 hours
for a play date.
Is LiLi going to be
on my soccer team?
See answer above.
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| BFFs in Cincy |
Why do you have a
weird face?
What’s wrong with my face?
Wait, honey, that’s not a nice thing to say to someone. If I had a weird look, you could have
said…Mama is something wrong? Saying
someone has a weird face isn’t very friendly.
But, I’m panicking…not only do I have to watch what I say, but I also have to watch my ‘weird’ face? She’s always there, watching, judging.
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| OK. Maybe she's right? This is kind of a weird face. |
What was the name of
Daddy’s cat?
Me: Daddy didn’t have a cat.
Tiny: Yes, but what was her name?
Me: Daddy didn’t have a cat.
Tiny: Yes, but what was her name?
Me: Honey, like I said, Daddy didn’t have a cat. We don’t
all have cats. In fact, we don’t even
have a cat now.
Tiny: Yes, but what was her name?
Me: Princess Pickles
Tiny: Ha! I like that name!
She sounds sooo cute.
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| If Liesee were a cat... |
And it goes on and
on…..Do monkey’s have thumbs? Do I still have poop on my butt? Do you like
carrots? Does watermelon taste like popsicles?
What was the name of that cute boy in my class with the old shirt? Can I
have a snack? Why? What’s your favorite color? Why? What’s Poppy’s favorite
color? Why? Can dogs talk? Do you like milk? Do you have any money? What’s his name? What’s her name? Am I still
3? And, And, And….And then…
Do monsters have
butts? Or no?
Well, some monsters have butts. Hmmm…actually all monsters eat so I’m sure
they all have butts because they have to poop.
But then again, Mike Wolkowski seemed like just a head with legs. Hmmmm…sometimes you are a monster and you
have a butt, so yep, let’s stick with that, monsters do have butts.
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| Monsters |
