birthday boy?

the hubby's birthday was Saturday... the kid called him "birthday boy" all weekend. today, daddy became "NOT the birthday boy".

I can help

breezing through some new first grade sight word flash cards...

the kid: mommy, wait. this could get hard. (turns to his daddy) daddy, you might not know some of these first grade words, but that's okay. I can help you.

oh yeah, the kid is confident!

surprise party

the kid was upset because his daddy didn't get a birthday party. everyone has to have a party for their birthday. so we're having a surprise party for him when he gets home from work. just the three of us. :-)

love one another

the kid: mommy, I know you love me.
me: yes, I do. very much.
the kid: I love you, too. and do you love daddy?
me: yes, very much.
the kid: yeah, me too. and he loves us. we all love each other, isn't that awesome?
me: yeah. it makes my heart happy.
the kid: yeah. me, too. 
*happy sigh*

getting money

the kid: daddy, you get more money at work today, right?
the hubby: I earn money for every day I work, but I don't get it every day.
the kid: so when do you get more money?
the hubby: Tuesday.
the kid: how many days is it 'til Tuesday?
the hubby: three. why?
the kid: um. well. um. nothing.


I do believe something's brewing in that little head of his...

shortcut

the kid and I took the hubby to dinner to celebrate his birthday. as we were leaving the restaurant...
the kid: happy birthday, daddy! how old are you?
the hubby: do you want to count, and I'll tell you when you get there?
the kid: okay. 1, 2, 3... (keeps counting)... 23, 24. *sigh* 71,
the hubby: hey! 
the kid: well, I got tired of counting all those numbers, so I took a shortcut.
the hubby: I'll be 49.
the kid: no, I'm pretty sure 71 is right. you just forgot.

who's old?

me: daddy's birthday is tomorrow, and then he'll be old.
the kid: mommy, we've talked about this. he's not old 'cause he's not balded.
me: oh yeah. sorry. I forgot. is Pa old?
the kid: yep.
me: is Uncle Russell old?
the kid: nope.
me: is Uncle Curtis old?
the kid: no, but he's getting close.

old and bald

me: daddy's birthday is in 3 days, and then he'll be REALLY old.
the kid: he's not old 'cause he's not balded. or even almost balded. so he's not old.


apparently, you can't be old unless you're bald. :)

eye crops

the kid: mommy, stay back. I don't want you to get your eye crops on me.
me: it's called pink-eye. I use eye drops to get the yuckies out.
the kid: whatever. just keep your distance. please. 

far far away

oh the joy... I believe I have pink eye. just did the web check-in for CareNow... 


the kid: mommy, I love you, but you need to stay far far away from me. and daddy. what are you doing?
me: I'm sending a message to the doctor's office to tell them I need to go in, and they'll call me to let me know how long it will be and then again when it's my turn.
the kid: oh. well, if you're still not feeling well, you need to stay there.
me: at the doctor's?
the kid: yes. I'm serious. for real. 


yeah, I'm feeling the love. *sigh* 

becoming a leader

apparently, the kid has gotten past his shyness and is becoming more of a leader among his classmates. his teacher has told me twice this week how proud she is that he is standing up for himself as well as speaking with confidence when giving answers... and the other kids listen to him. :)

I like eggs!

the kid: do I like eggs?
me: yes. you used to eat them all the time.
the kid: well, I'll try 'em. (takes a bite.) mmmmmm! I like eggs!
me: I know.
the kid: I mean I really really like eggs. they make my tummy happy. 

reading in FUNdamental!

volunteering at the kid's school has great rewards... and today I received the best one ever! his teacher had given him a "hard" book to read, just to see how he did, and he cruised right through it. she sent him to the library (where I was working the book fair!) so he could read the book to me... and when he returned to class, she called me to gush about how proud she was of him. 


yeah, my eyes leaked. :-)

seeing is believing...

me: I'm so tired, I think my head is going to explode right off my neck.
the kid: have you ever seen someone's head explode?
me: um, no. 
the kid: then it can't be true.
me: it could happen.
the kid: uh, no. it couldn't. so don't even try it. 
me: okay, fine. no head exploding.
the kid: yeah. 'cause that's crazy.
*sigh*

fussing

the kid in super-whiny mode today. such joy.
the kid: mommy, you're taking a long tiiiiiime.
me: if you keep fussing at me, I'm not going to want to play with you.
the kid: I'm not fussing at you.
me: it sounds like fussing to me.
the kid: I'm not fussing at you. I'm just fussing.
me: well, if you keep fussing, I'm not going to want to play.
the kid: mommy, you hurt my feelings! 
UGH!

I'm sad when you're sad

I went to pick up the kid from school, and one of his classmates was crying. 


me: do you know why S is crying?
the kid: I don't know. but I think he misses his mommy.
me: poor guy. 
the kid: yeah. I don't like it when he's sad 'cause it makes me sad. 'cause he's my friend and I want him to be happy.