Motherhood

With one kid napping, I took the other outside to enjoy the beautiful cooler morning and to weed the gardens. Annika was very good, keeping herself occupied for quite awhile. At some point, she abandoned her dirt hauling, rock picking, and singing and decided to help me pull weeds. One of my pretty little hostas fell victim. Somehow I convinced her instead, to stand behind me with a bucket and I put the weeds in it for her. She proceeded for the next half hour to chirp, "Mas!" (More!) at 10 second intervals. After the 395th time I was ready to cut off my ears.

We went inside for lunch and to eat the 4 tiny little strawberries that finish the season. She got three and I ate one. I then ask her if she wanted a nectarine. "yeah! Es manzana?" (Is it an apple?) "No, es como un melocotón." (No, it's like a peach.) Now she doesn't want it. After fighting with her to take one bite, she ate the whole delicious nectarine. I ate the skin. Lunch ended with a leftover strawberry milkshake cup flung on the floor and pink goop splattered all over. As I tried to prep lunch for the now awake other kiddo, the first one runs into the kitchen and exclaims excitedly, "Lookit all da poopies en da sofá!" Oh, goody. I always wanted a poopy couch. This, of course, is still the same day that everyone woke up too early and Annika took off her diaper without me knowing it, pulled up her pajama pants to conceal her bare bottom, and a half hour later, without warning, peed all over the floor.

Toddler talk

My mom and sis are visiting and so this afternoon, Annika came out to the kitchen carrying a plate with a half of a muffin on it. The crumbs on her chin made it evident that she'd been helping herself to the delicacy in Auntie's room. I hauled her and the muffin back to the bedroom to have a serious chat about stealing other people's food and asking permission before you eat things and whatever you're supposed to tell your kid when they embarass you like this. This was a serious conversation. At least I thought so. Until she pointed at the crumbs on the bed where she had been sitting and said, "The bed is all cwumbsy. Lookit da cwumbs."