These gems of Lydia’s were told to me by her daycare teacher. I laughed so hard I snorted when I heard them. Lydia, after pooping on the potty at school: “That was amazing!” She had another poop later that day. That time she squealed, “Oooooh, poopsnakes!”
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fickle fashionista
After a round of clothes shopping, I show off my spoils to Lydia. She oohs and aahs over the t-shirts emblazoned with Wonder Woman and The Avengers. Then I pull out the pièce de résistance, a summery pink and white dress for the upcoming birthday pictures. Lydia let out a squeal that oozed of rainbows […]
in a rush to brush
This morning Lydia and I took an excursion north towards Birmingham for her dentist appointment. We only had to go up three exits, so I took my chances with the interstate. Alas, I-65 began to back up about a mile before we needed to get off. Lydia was amazed by all the cars. “Wow, look […]
speed demon
“Mama, are you going fast?” Lydia asked me from the backseat this morning. “Yes, I can go pretty fast on this road.” The speed limit is 50 miles an hour. “Oh. Don’t go fast, Mama. I don’t want the policeman to get you.”
stalling
Last night after we got Lydia into bed for the night, there was the inevitable *click* of the door opening back up not two minutes after the kisses and bear hugs routine. I went to investigate. “I need fresh water,” Lydia said, holding out her sippy cup. The sippy cup of water is a bad […]
the nose knows
Lydia: “I smell a choo-choo train.” Me: “Oh do you? What does a choo-choo train smell like?” Lydia: “Boys.” Me: “Oh. Well, what do boys smell like?” Lydia, grinning: “Tee-Tee!”
how to curse without really trying
Steven and I were folding the kids’ clothes this morning and every now and again we’d run into some that weren’t dry yet. “Here’s another wet pair of jeans.” Steven lamented. “Well, not quite wet. Just a little wet. Damp. God damp.”
the break-up
This evening was a rare occasion where all four of us were gathered around the dinner table. This is a hard thing to coordinate with the under-five set. Steven and I munched on some tacos as I asked Lydia about her day: did you play outside? Did you color? Did you play with toys? And […]
gesundheit
This morning Sam was crawling across the floor in Lydia’s room when a big sneeze escaped him and some snot dribbled down onto the carpet. Lydia, ever the observant one, is quick to notice this. “Ewww! Mommy, Sam got blessyou on the carpet!”
I thought this only happened in the movies
“Do you want some more chicken nuggets?” “No.” “Do you want some animal crackers?” “No, I want some more chicken nuggets.”