Today we spent the day at the orchard picking pumpkins and spending time with family. I forgot to take care of my cup before we left so when we got back, obviously it was still there.
Isabelle noticed it and started asking me to take care of it while I was feeding Garrett. I told her I would in a second so that started her on why it was there and why I forgot to take care of it.
I had a headache and she hadn’t been listening all day so I was getting a little frustrated so I told her “I forgot to take care of it because Mommy can’t seem to find her brain today.” She asked why and I said “I don’t know, Isabelle, I think I lost it.”
She immediately jumps up and goes running to her Daddy, who is sitting in the chair not too far from me. She says “Daddy!! Mommy lost her brain!!” He thought I was scaring her and told me I shouldn’t scare her. But then she looks at him and says “Daddy, Mommy needs your brain!!!”
We both immediately started laughing and Daddy says “Now wait a minute, doesn’t Daddy get a say in this?” She looks at him and without thinking twice about it, says “No Daddy, Mommy needs it!” It was so cute and funny, I love my beautiful 3 year old
Sometimes I don’t understand my daughter lol….Today our cat decided he was going to be a pain and he attacked her foot. She came to me screaming and crying, begging me to put on bandaid on it so it will feel better.
I got her into the bathroom and she picked out her bandaid. I cleaned up the cuts, there were actually two so she needed two bandaids. And as soon as I grabbed the bandaid and opened it…..she starts SCREAMING!!!! “No Mommy!! No!!! No Mommy!! I Dont Want A Bandaid On It!!! No Mommy No!!!”
One of the cuts kept bleeding so it needed a bandaid so what did I have to do? I had to hold her foot while she is screaming and try to put a bandaid on while she is trying to pull her foot away from me.
I finally get them on and she calms down. I even put one on William’s foot because he asked for one (even after the display that would make you think I was hurting her) and I wanted to show her and explain that bandaids didnt hurt.
She does this everytime she gets hurt. She begs and begs and begs and pleads for a bandaid. She even picks out which one she wants. Then as soon as I go to put it on, she screams louder than when she got hurt. I dont understand it…..
Since Isabelle was at Grandma and Grandpa’s last night we only had one extra baby in the bed with us when we woke up this morning. I’m sure many of you have seen the below picture by itself and on the chart of many different positions….
Well, I would like to add one to the known ones called “The Smacking Wake Up Call.”
My husband is a VERY deep sleeper and our kids know this. Everytime they try to wake him up in the morning, it usually becomes a team effort with lots of yelling and shaking and pushing.
This morning I woke to a sound I heard repeated but couldn’t place. So I rolled over to see hubby facing away from me, fast asleep, with William in between us. He was up on his knees with his hands on Daddy’s side/shoulder. I watched William start squatting and say “Ready….” then up on his knees again. Start squatting and say “Set….” and then up on his knees again. Start squatting again and say “Go!!!” Then shoot up on his knees and smack Daddy in the face!!!
I watched him repeat this again and hubby still didn’t wake up (he wasn’t smacking him lightly, he should have felt it). So, trying to contain my laughter, I reached over and shook hubby awake and told him I can’t believe he wasn’t awake because William was just smacking him in the face to wake him up. Hubby’s response without moving to show he woke up was “I know, that last one woke me up.” What I didn’t point out though was if he was awake, why did it take so long for me to wake him up?
My beautiful daughter always has a way of making me smile, either when I’m sad or even just at random thoughout the day.
Everytime she sees me crying or sees me mad or upset, she walks up to me and puts her hand on my shoulder to get my attention. Then she looks at me and in the sweetest voice says “Mommy, Are You Happy?” I cannot help but smile when she asks me 🙂 I always answer yes.
Tonight she is spending the night at her Grandma and Grandpa’s, and I had been getting a little frustrated because her and William weren’t listening very well. So she walks up and asks me “Mommy, Are You Happy?” I said yes and she made my night instantly better again. I love my baby girl so much ❤