Kidbits

Here are my kidbits, from the last week.

*Last Tuesday, I took Nolan for a haircut. (He went for the spiky, long flat-top look; it's adorable.  I mean, it's 'tight'.   God forbid I remark on any semblance of cuteness, or risk the eyeroll/"Mo-oom" combo.)  We were leaving and I was wrangling Audrey away from the lippy (conveniently placed at her eye level); I saw Ben and Nolan on the other side of the van, and started loading Audrey up.  I'm about to shut the door and get in myself when: <panic>  "Where's Ryan?"  Ben and Nolan look at each other, I see them thinking before answering, "Oh, he's still inside watching Lilo and Stitch."  "Can you go get him?"  <heart pounding> 

A close one, I must say.  I really would've just gone, I was so certain he was with the older boys as we were walking out.  I relayed the story to Mr W later, and he sighed, "How far away were you before you noticed?"  He of little faith!  Me of scattered brain!  One, two, three, FOUR, I say to myself now, as I count heads in the rearview... 

I should buy that kid a cell phone and some bells.  I could listen for him jingling in the car, and if I forget him, he can call me.  Or CPS.

*Ryan paid me back.  In a special, kid way.  We were swimming at a friends' house, and he commented on my tummy.  (ugh.  Okay, I'll take my punishment...)  "Mommy, it looks like you're going to have a baby, but you're really not." 

He has no idea how close he came to drowning after he said that.  Gee, thanks, son. 

Ben, on the other hand, when we were at Disneyland and preparing for our artic swim, said I was gorgeous in my suit, and he was standing behind me at the time.  You know, everyone's best view. (hmm-mm, yeah, sure, I said to him)  I was telling Mr W about both incidents, and he asks Ben, "So, what did you want?"

He's never having sex again. (hmm-mm, yeah, sure...)

*Today, we were out with Audrey.  She has a new lizard, courtesy of my Dad.  Who, I should warn, is of the "bigger is better" school of thought sometimes.  He bought her this giant, not-very-flexible (plastic? rubber?) 18 inch lizard.  And my girly girl, in her pink polka-dotted dress and pink shoes, who was still flowery-fragrant from her bath, was carrying that lizard around.  Wrapped in a blanket.  Like a baby.

There were some doubletakes, and that's saying something, considering we were in WalMart, where anything goes.

At least no one asked if he was dinner. 

And speaking of dinner, I'm gonna do the Saturday Six, which has a "what kind of food are you?" quiz this week.  Let's hope I'm something spicy and exciting...but...

I'm sure I'll turn out to be vanilla ice cream.

Saturday Six - Episode 110

1. Do you believe in near-death experiences? Have you ever had one yourself?

Ahhhh.  Hmm.  I don't discount anything of this nature, especially things I've not personally experienced.  The closest I've ever felt that things could go against me was at the end of my pregnancy with Ben, with preeclampsia knocking at my door, and the bag of mag sulfate making me feel like I was gonna check out.  Nasty, nasty stuff, but it works.  I'm still here.  Ben is too, and he's the most beautiful reason to go through that there ever was.

2. If you could have on DVD any old television show that you adored as a child, which show would you pick?

"The Wallace and Ladmo Show."   A local favorite, we'd watch every morning before school.   I always wanted to make it up to the big city to be in the audience, but never did.  I knew if the credits were rolling, I was about to miss the school bus...

And "Tom and Jerry."  Love that cartoon, I still do watch it with the kids when it's on.  There are others, of course, but I will stop here.

3. At what age do you plan on retiring? Do you suspect that you'll keep working past that?

Moms don't retire.  We move on to the realm of Nana.  

Besides, I have four children who will hopefully be going to college.  Between that and orthodontia, I'll be working forever. 

It'll make the ten years spent pregnant and/or nursing while chasing small fry on four hours of sleep seem like a cakewalk.
  
4. Take the quiz: What kind of food are you?

I am Italian food.  Comforting yet overwhelming.
People love you, but sometimes you're just too much.

I think I hear stifled cyber-giggles out there. 

5. When is the last time you ate the type of food mentioned in your last answer?

Tonight.  We had spaghetti.  Easy, quick, and everyone's happy. 

6. What was the last photograph you took? Have you posted it online?

The last photos I took were of Audrey's preschool performance on her last day of school.  The interior pictures came out dark (!) but the outdoor ones were cute.  I haven't posted them.  They're still in my camera, like that kid jumping off the diving board in that commercial.

One last kidbit before I go:  I was in the car with Nolan and Ben, and as usual, cursed about something.  They start to giggle, very proud of themselves; they are on the same wavelength, they say nothing to each other, yet this is what happened next: 
Nolan:  "Sh"  Ben:  "it"  Nolan: "Sh"  Ben: "it"

Oh, aren't they sooo clever?  I did crack up, and it was all good, really, until...

Nolan:  "Bi"  Ben: "i"--->  I interrupt before he finishes.  "That's enough."

"Okay, Mom,"  they reply in unison.

Now, there are two sounds they can put together anytime.