My kids have been a wealth of comedy lately and I couldn't let the day go by without jotting some of this down and, of course, sharing them with the world – because that is how I do.
I will start with Maddie, whom I love to pieces, but this little kid is gross. And by gross I mean she picks her nose (she ignores my requests for her to stop), examines it, and then stuffs it back in her schnauz. Even worse, shoving her finger in her nose, examining it and the wiping it on the coffee table. She runs off to get a baby wipe, cleans it off gives it to me and says, “Eeeeewwwwww. Stink.” Ya think?
She and Bella were playing outside on the back porch, laying on the mini-trampoline, playing with toys. Maddie is lying on her stomach, head propped up in her hands and casually eating from the cat food bowl that sits underneath her chin. The OUTDOOR cat bowl. Gross. After she gets and earful from me, she proceeds to go over to a plant on the porch and begins eating the dirt out of the pot. What is wrong with this child?
But, she is just as cute as she is gross. Maddie is a climber, and for the 20th time today I told her to stop climbing on the end table. On the last time, I finally tell her “Get down now!” In a little chipmunk voice I hear a calm “okay” and then she does a somersault onto the couch, looks at me and says, “Tada!” Such grace. ;)
Maddie has an Elmo chair that she will carry from room to room – it's her TV chair (just like Dad). Today she was jumping on it, per usual. Only this time she was a little too close to the sliding glass door and in a flash I hear a THUD and Maddie disappears behind a sea of plush yellow and rainbow, her head slamming into the glass. I am fully expecting to see some tears, but instead she pops up from behind the chair, looks at me with surprise and says, “I'm okay!” Okay, Pee Wee. I guess she meant to do that.
And, then there is Bella who is really starting to develop some sass. As I was giving Maddie a bath, I ask Bella to get me a clean washcloth. She looks over at the one in the bathtub – hers – and says, “Yeah, I think that one has poop on it.” What?!? Nasty.
And, these are my GIRLS. Oy Vey. I wonder what is in store for me when the little dude is up and walking around. I. Just. Can't. Wait.
