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Tuesday, January 17, 2012

My Wise, Funny (and Gullible!) Girl

Jackie never seizes to make me laugh and shake my head in amazement.  As much as she can drive me insane from her incessant whining, she can also be quite entertaining with her funny antics. 
Tonight was no exception.  Before I got dinner served, Jackie came out of my bedroom with some change in her hand, proclaiming that she found money on the bed.  She told her Daddy that she was going to keep it.  I told her that it was not hers and to put it back.  When Jackie asked me why, I simply told her that she needed to earn her own money.  Then Jackie asked "but why" and then said "it's still going to be in our house."  In other words, she thinks that whatever is mine or daddy's is also hers.  I just love the way she rationalizes at times.
That reminded me of a story from when my nephew was only about 3 or 4 years old.  I had called my parents' home one day and my nephew, Lee, answered the phone.  I asked him if his Grandma was home to which he replied, "No, she went to the bank."  He was at the house with Poppy.  So I told Lee to tell his grandma to call me when she gets home.  He told me to call her at the bank.  I told Lee that I couldn't do that because I didn't know which bank she was at.  Then Lee, with an exasperated voice, said "Aunt Sammy, she's at the one with money!"  Even though my nephew is now all grown up, I still chuckle at the memory. 
Now before I tell the story of my gullible Jackie, let me explain that I love my little girl with all my heart and would never do anything to intentionally hurt her.  So tonight, just as I was getting ready to go to my Zumba class, I heard Jackie start to scream and moan.  I went into the living room and Jackie was on the couch, with her head buried in the corner of the couch.  I asked what was wrong and Jackie looked up and was rubbing hard at her eyes.  They looked red and I couldn't understand what Jackie was trying to say because she was so upset and obviously in discomfort.  I finally figured out that while she was playing with her hair accessories, she accidentally sprayed hair spray into her eyes.  I quickly told her to go into the bathroom with me so I can flush her eyes out.  Now Jackie started to wail, I mean a gut-wrenching wail.  I initially thought that she must really be in extreme pain. And she was not following me to the bathroom.  I picked her up and as I set her down in the bathroom, she was still quite hysterical.  I grabbed a cup of lukewarm water to wash Jackie's eyes.  Then I told Jackie to sit on the edge of the bathtub and hold her head back.  She complied and her wails decreased to a whimper as I started to slowly pour the warm water over Jackie's eyes.  After that, I sat Jackie down on top of the toilet and gave her a dry cloth to dry her face and eye area.  By this time, Jackie was much more calm.  She then looked at me and said that she was scared.  Poor thing!  During that entire ordeal, when I thought she was in extreme pain, she was actually believing that her eyes were literally going to be flushed out and that she was going to go blind.  As terrible as that made me feel, I couldn't help but burst with laughter at the horror Jackie must have felt thinking that she was going to lose her eyes.  I'm such a bad mommy because I am still laughing over this. 
I came home from Zumba tonight to a very upset Jackie and an agitated husband.  What now?  When Jackie brushed her teeth tonight, she lost her 7th tooth and now it was missing. She was so afraid that she was going to miss out on a prize. It was well past bedtime but Jackie was so determined that the tooth had to be found.  Right now.  Tim was agitated because he couldn't find the tooth and no matter his reassurances, Jackie kept getting out of bed to go look for that tooth.  So, I went into rescue mode and immediately found the tooth behind the toilet.  Jackie just had a rough night between the eye trauma and the tooth drama.  And I came home in time to bring peace to the household once more. 
Jackie reminds me too much of myself.  That's scary.  But now I understand why people got such kicks out of my reactions.  Because I find myself nearly wetting my pants from laughing so hard at some of Jackie's reactions.  Another example of Jackie's naivete happened several weeks ago.  And it involved the eyes again.  This time, Jackie was playing and she somehow poked herself in the eye.  Jackie whined a little bit and complained about it hurting.  I tried to reassure Jackie that the eyeball is quite sensitive but that it will feel normal again soon. Well, Jackie continued to whine about it so I told her to come over so I can look at it.  Now, I admit, that I was having a bit of a bad fun mommy moment.  When Jackie came over, I immediately gasped and before I could even tell Jackie that her eye was hanging out, Jackie started to scream and wail.  All I did was gasp.  The fear on her face immediately made me feel guilty so I grabbed her and held her close and told that her eye was okay.  That I was just playing with her.  Ah, poor Jackie.  I really do love her so much.  Unfortunately, she is just too much like me at that age.  And being the bad mom that I am, I still can't help but laugh at the memory of that moment. 

Monday, January 16, 2012

Cuteness

Some of my favorite cute pictures taken this past week/weekend.
My bed was invaded by kids, pillows, toys, and stuffed animals while I took my friend home last night after dropping her car off at the dealership.
 Here is a picture of Jackie modeling one of the new leotards that she received for Christmas.

 And silly dogs, laying on their pillow in the sun streaming through our palladium window. These dogs NEVER share a bed but here they were, in the middle of the all the mess while we were painting. 

Friday, January 13, 2012

Poop Talk

I never thought I would ever blog about this topic.  This past week, after telling a friend a story about my daughter, she said that I should write it down so I can share with Jackie when she's older.  I immediately told her that I wouldn't do that because I didn't want Jackie to be upset with me later on.  But after being inspired by a friend's story today that she relayed on Facebook, I thought that perhaps it wouldn't be so bad after all to tell the story, especially because it still makes me chuckle when I think about it.  My friend's story involved her 2 little girls, ages 2 & 4, conversing with each other about the color of their poop.  The conversation included how it was even vegetable shaped.  It was quite funny.
So, I'm dedicating this story to my friend, Susan.  A few weeks ago, I bought some ice-cream cones for my kids.  Being kids, they like colorful, sweet stuff.  This was no exception.  The kids thought it was the coolest thing to have rainbow colored ice-cream cones.  But little did they know why I hesitate to buy this type of stuff.  Until now.
Now I totally understand the allure of fun, colorful foods.  I was a kid once.  But thankfully, I've learned lots of lessons from being a kid.  I just wish my kids would understand the lessons of my childhood.
So, the kids enjoyed the pink cones first.  No alarms and no complaints from them as they finished off those pink cones within a few days.   The next color they chose was blue.  And were they bright blue!  And I was in for a treat.  A real treat.
Saturday night into Sunday afternoon, I had been battling a migraine headache.  After church and after giving the kids their lunch, I decided to lay down and tried to get a nap since I had not slept well the night before.  I was enjoying a decent sleep until I was woken by Jackie, with a distressed voice, saying that she had a problem.  I sat up on the bed to see Jackie standing at the bedroom doorway, with her pants down to her ankles.  Jackie knows there has to be a very serious matter going on if I must be woken from a nap.  So, my first thought was that perhaps she might have diarrhea, so I asked her.  "No", she said.  "My poop is blue."  I squinted my eyes and shook my head.  She woke me up for blue poop!  I didn't know whether to laugh at the thought of blue poop or cry about being annoyed by being woken up because of blue poop.  I reassured Jackie that she was going to be fine and that the blue ice-cream cone was to blame.  Jackie seemed to be fine with that explanation until later in the evening when she came out of the bathroom distressed.  Again.  She still had blue poop.  I had to stifle a laugh and reassure Jackie that she was going to be okay. 
Sometime later, Ben went into the bathroom.  It wasn't long before he came running out and calling for his dad and me to come look at something in the bathroom.  Lo and behold!  More blue poop.  But Ben, being my fearless one, thought it was so funny and the coolest thing to have blue poop.  I just shook my head and told the kids "no more rainbow colored cones after this box is finished." 
When Jackie asked for her nightly treat of ice-cream, she asked me to put it in a bowl.  Looking at me with her big, blue eyes, she told me she didn't want her "poop to get hurt again."  I had to stifle my laughter again.  But Ben?  Well, he insisted on the last blue cone.  He's totally cool with blue poop.
This is just further proof that there is never a dull moment in my crazy household.  But thankfully, all the rainbow cones are gone and we will be returning to the regular color cones.  Or none at all.

Saturday, January 7, 2012

My Guest Blog Post

I was recently asked to be a guest blogger for another website.  What an exciting opportunity that is.  Especially because it is a guest post about Zumba and how it helped to change my life.  Here it is:
How Zumba Changed my Life on WomanlyWoman.com .
Check it out!