Oh the things children say and do. Being a mom is pretty hilarious. The things you hear and see in any given day are amazing, and often mind-boggling. Many of my experiences involve my children putting various things in their mouth (well, actually mostly just Finn) . For example, my almost-2-year-old son "The Prince" (dubbed "2-Foot Ball of Anger") has an affinity for sucking on the wand of my mascara. He'll often come out of sneaking into my bathroom and he'll have a black-as-tar mouth with some pretty black smudges sporadically placed on his little body... lovely.
The Prince also has a border-line obsession with wearing hats. Any hat will do - his hats, his sister's hats, things that look like hats. In fact, he will pick even the smallest of hats out of a picture or book and yell "AT!" (pronouncing "h's" is not in his repertoire yet).
I also find humor in the way my kids pronounce and use common words - for example, The Prince says "Caca" (for cracker - or really any food, for that matter). He also tends to call every adult male "Daddy". For some reason, this often bothers the Husband. Like when he and the Prince were in the grocery store and he pointed to a large African American man and said "Daddy!" My husband obliged the comment with "yes, honey, I'm sure he's somebody's daddy," to which the nice man replied "uh-huh."
The Prince also has a knack for seeking out and finding even the smallest of bugs in our house - most are dead, thankfully - and then he likes to bring them to me (a lot like a cat brings you their half-mangled kill to make you proud). I've had him bring roaches, spiders and general bugs that I don't think really have names - they're just called "Yuk" in our house. Now he's at least bringing them to me and saying "UK!" But, whatever - at least he knows how to throw them away by himself so I don't have to touch them.
I know I'm not the most-organized person when it comes to finding my personal belongings. Especially now that I have kids. I won't deny that in my past, I've lost many a retainer in strange places - at the bottom of a lake, for one -- after an attempt at waterskiing and swallowing entirely too much water. Another fun one... McDonald's garbage cans (yes, my mom made me dig through the bags and bags of trash in the dumpsters until I found the white napkin it was wrapped up in - but hey - at least I found it.) And sure, I've been known to leave my wallet on top of my car while getting gas, and drive off with it there. I was all upset and was ready to blame the 'unscrupulous people of the street' for stealing it after it fell off the top of my car, until I realized that the guy honking SO rudely behind me while I was pulling out of the gas station was actually trying to tell me I was forgetting something. Good thing I flipped him off (this was a long time ago - I would NEVER do that now ;) Oops. But, I'm telling you - it's not always my fault. For example, about a month ago, I couldn't find my makeup palatte - this is no small thing either - about the size of ... um... I don't know - like a 4 x 5 picture -- or just 4x5 (duh). It holds like 10 eye shadows and a couple of blushers. Anyhow, it's a big thing not easily lost in the disarray of my bathroom drawers. So, I can't find it for a day or so until I'm unloading the dishwasher and find it there - a present from Finn just waiting for me - a little more 'sponge-y' than it used to be, but surprisingly, all the eye shadows and blushes are in tact and still mostly usable. It's always important to know how dishwasher-safe your belongings are. Phew - good to know.
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