Friday, August 25, 2006

Nobody else can have me

Doesn't it fell good to be loved?

Lately Carys has been very greedy. NOBODY else can call me mom — especially Gabriel. If she hears a child in the store call for his mom, she has to make sure, just in case, that he knows I am not his mommy. Gabriel is very understanding. He knows I'm his mommy no matter who says otherwise.

The other night we were all in the "family" bed (I know, Really bad.) and Carys and Gabriel went to pick out a stuffed animal to sleep with. This is new. Neither one of my kids have ever been attached to anything. Gabriel noticed one of his friends at school gets to sleep with his stuffed animal so he thought he'd give it a try. When they came back, Gabe had a bunny, a teddy bear, and a bigger teddy bear. (Later he told me to move over, his bears needed ROOM.) Carys came back with a plastic doll that her Grandma got her. (Thanks, Mom, by the way). This doll calls for mommy and then proceeded to fall down laughing hysterically. Carys loves it. I have not yet been able to permanently damage her yet — or to turn her off.

Carys was almost asleep when the durn doll decided to tell her she loved her. "I love you Mommy!" "I love you Mommy!"

Without a thought, Carys replied, "Her not your mommy! She's my mommy!"

Even the doll loves me.

Tuesday, August 08, 2006

The Reasoning of a 4-year-old

We just got back from vacationing in Branson for a week. It was surprisingly fun. The self-proclaimed "Country Music Capital of the World" had a ton of stuff to do (much of it unrelated to country music). I'll write more about that later.

I'm pretty busy today and my computer is broke. I have no idea what is wrong but I am not able to use the internet at home. (My house is cleaner than ever.)

Gabriel is just beginning to use his newly developed skill of reasoning. However, a lot of times it is not a refined skill.

This morning on the way to school:


"Yes, Gabe."

"When Carys gets to be a grown-up and she has a baby in her belly and it comes out, I'll have a baby brother!"

He was very excited about this. But the fact that he just mentioned my baby girl becoming a woman made me sick to my stomach. Let alone having her own brother! But, I felt like I needed to correct him. We are from Arkansas, known for that sort of thing.

"No, he will be your nephew. Like you are Uncle Frank's nephew. Uncle Frank is my brother and your uncle. You will be Carys' baby's uncle."

That kinda satisfied him. But then Carys chimed in with her latest hobby, disagreeing with everyone.

"Uncle Frank is not my uncle!"