carson: "oh, no! the window [in the car, which sometimes doesn't work] must be having a mechanical failure!"
layla: [singing to the tune of the "cheer up, charlie" song from the original willy wonka & the chocolate factory movie] "stir up, charlieeeee" with great emotion and spontaneity as she stirred her soup.
carson requested top ramen for his birthday dinner. no lie.
layla's speech and body language is adopting habits that seem like a tween's. sometimes cute, sometimes exasperating. pretty much always hilarious, at least a few moments after the fact.
carson, when asked how his last day of summer school was: "it...was TOTALLY AWESOME!!!!"
carson loves to ride his bike. our block is too big for me to feel comfortable letting him go around by himself, but he's designated a corner destination that i can see from our driveway and goes to and from many times a day. he got this huge green "plasma blaster" gun for his b-day, which happens to hook into his bike between the handles, and he alternates shooting the gun and honking both--that's right, two of 'em--honkie-squeezie horns as he blazes along. oh, and sometimes, i can only guess it's during those moments when he just can't contain his happiness at being alive and being a 5-year-old boy speeding around on a bike, he'll let go of the handlebars with both hands, extend his arms straight out to the side, and keep pedaling. this brave pose lasts for less than a millisecond, despite the fact that his training wheels would save any significant balance failure.
(oh, and we were riding bikes to his school today through the university campus, when carson saw some guy walking on the sidewalk ahead of him. carson honks both horns, strikes his cocky arms-out pose, shoots the guy a check-me-out Look, grabs for the handlebars, and pedals furiously past all in a matter of seriously 1 second. the guy couldn't help but burst out laughing. i could only find it in me to shrug my shoulders and grin sheepishly.)
addie yaps nonstop. at first, a few weeks ago, we got all excited when she said "na-na," seemingly referring to a banana (which she loves). since then, i've decided that she thinks that everything good in life (mom, dad, carson, layla, bananas, milk-in-a-bottle but NOT milk-in-a-sippy, her blankie) is titled "na-na."
addie's toothed grin makes my heart happy. she loves to laugh and is one very goofy kid; i'm thoroughly enjoying watching her funny personality emerge even more as she grows, which she's doing too fast for my liking.
layla's into hitting people when she gets ticked. hitting and screaming at them. how do i know whether to ignore this behavior (i think she's mainly doing it for attention) or punish it? and how do i effectively respond to countless tattles from both layla and her brother?
ahhh, motherhood. how do i need a comprehensive instruction manual for thee? let me count the ways...
3 comments:
oh my gosh - i'm laughing so hard at carson speeding by that guy on his bike. that is so hilar. and so boyish. we have a 5 year old boy a couple doors down that is tot like that - so hilar how he tries to show how "tough" he can be on his bike.
als - about the hitting. . . my girls were hitters too. i just hit them back. KIDDING. here's what i did: i didn't care why they did it - as soon as they did it, they got sent to their rooms. if we were at someone else's house or a park, they would sit in a timeout wherever i could find. then i would say "i don't care how mad you are, you don't hit. come talk to me about why you are angry, don't hit." something along those lines. it seemed to work well for them - but i'm not mother of the year, so don't blame me if that doesn't work :)
eh...I can explain the mechanical failure. When we were babysitting I locked the windows in our car. On the way to bear lake Carson tried to roll his window down, but of course it wouldn't move. He asked why the window wouldn't open and I told him that it must be some kind of mechanical failure. He thought long and hard about that one.
I can't wait to hear what Carson wants next year for his bday. A toothpick last year, and top ramen this year...what a happy kid:)
Those are great stories. Keep them coming.
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