Thursday, February 18, 2010

Bright Spots

I'm working hard to try to see the positives in what has been a bit of a difficult week. The SNOW continues, and O. hasn't been to school since last Monday. Perhaps he'll actually have his Valentine's party at school tomorrow. J. has been at a sales meeting for all week, in Oklahoma City. The days are long, and the evenings longer. But now I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. And although N. has been difficult this week (wanting to change outfits hourly, asking for different items of food by the minute, and never settling for any one activity any longer than a few seconds), O. has been mostly agreeable and helpful.
Looking back, here are some of the highlights of the week:

N: "I need has to go potty!"

If it weren't so draining to follow her into the bathroom every ten minutes, I would be rejoicing that N. has largely potty trained herself during this long camp out at home due to snow. She is wearing "unnerpants" almost exclusively when we are in the house, and hasn't had an accident in days (except when I forgot to put a diaper on her when I put her down for a nap). We're even trying out Pull-Ups and public bathrooms on our brief forays into the real world. So much easier to get a girl to want to pee on the potty than a boy, so much more logistically difficult to manage it, especially in public. The germs. The touching of all body parts onto them. The poor quality of toilet tissue. The widely varying heights and configuration of seats. With O., it was always just a matter of getting him to stand on my feet -- now I'm living in fear of her falling all the way in.

N to O in the back of the car: "O, that is naughty words."

Apparently, she did not care for the nonsense song he was singing. When he switched to singing numbers instead, she pronounced, "Dere. Dat Better."

O: "Mommy, you know why I love you? Because you take me to places I will love, like the museum, and the zoo, and the inside playground place. And just being by you makes me happy."

See? Agreeable and helpful. Even to my mental health.

N: "Daddy on are-plane? He go to Okey-homa? That funny name."

Yes, and I bet Daddy was finding it really amusing when he finally arrived there four hours late, after multiple snow delays and discovered his luggage had probably never left Cincinnati. He finally received it the next day. But don't worry, Delta gave him a Sky Team t-shirt to wear in the meantime.

O: "Mom, what I want for lunch is some Tigers. Yes, Tigers. You know, those orange things you bought at the store. The ones I always wanted and you finally bought for me. Tigers. Oh, yeah. Cheetos."

Oh. O. If you give me this sort of a laugh in the middle of the day, I'll buy you whatever junk food's name you'd like to mangle.

O: "What's dog varnit?"

This, as he was following me to the kitchen where I was retrieving the carpet cleaner and a rag to take care of a suspicious puddle in the living room, possibly canine puke.

N: "Chicken and fries. Mommy made em for me. Soooo....Beetuz...Soooo. I like em. Yeah. I wear peejamas. Sooo. Beetuz. Tumfy Tozy."

She was telling her daddy about her day on the phone, perfectly mimicking my own conversational tics and pauses.


mep said...

These bright spots totally brightened my evening! Thank you. I love the Tigers/Cheetos confusion!

Congrats on the potty training of N! That is awesome, though I never thought about the challenges of taking a little girl to the bathroom in public. Eeeks.

Hope daddy is home from Okey-homa and that you are all more than OKAY!

CaraBee said...

I love all of the cute things they say. It is amazing to see how their little minds process information. It can be pretty darn funny, too.

We're teetering on the precipice of potty training and the public bathrooms scare the scrapple out of me. Blech.

Heather said...

Oh, this is a great age for kiddos, even though it's exhausting for you. I love the cute things they say!

You've made me smile this morning. Thank you :)

Actchy said...

Dog varnit. Oh, man. So, so funny.

Cynthia said...

I agree with's a great age, and exhausting. For me, it's times two:O I always think, it's a good thing they're cute;)

Stacia said...

Love the things they say! My son says "nose-stuck" when he means "congested." And it never fails to make me smile, even as I'm wiping the snot on my sleeve because no tissue is available.