They’re on to Me
So, we’re all sitting down to dinner. Eating a *delicious* carrot soup I made. Sammy looks up at me:
Sam: “Mom, DO NOT put this in my lunch tomorrow.”
Crap. He’s on to me.
Real Talk
The other day, I legit chased my toddler around my street with no pants. ZERO pants. He was running all over the street and I didn’t have time to think about whether or not neighbors could see my saggy white rear end peeking out from underneath my shirt. I had a toddler to catch. If you happened to look out of your window and you live on my street… you’re welcome.
Speaking of the Future
*Earlier the boys and I were talking about the future*
Sam: “Mom, one day, Josh is going to grow up and he might go to college.”
Me: “Yep, and you will too. And maybe college one day.”
*Sammy gets up & leaves, mind is blown. Alone with Josh.*
Me: “And Josh, you’ll grow up and one day find your own fabulous gal.
*Me putting on ugly mock cry face*
“And you’ll leave me and love some girl OTHER THAN MEEEE!!!!!!!”
Josh: “Mom, I will ALWAYS love you.”
Whatever the future may look like, nothing is sweeter than this moment, right now.
Wild Game
Deep thoughts by Boy Mom: Do I stop them keep running around the house like a herd of elephants (because I grit my teeth it’s so annoying, not to mention probably not great manners), or do i let them keep going and think, “Yesssss….. keep going. Keep going and you’ll pass out at bedtime.” The struggle. So very very real. Also, if you’re in to hunting wild game, I guarantee you the Lin boys will give you a run for your money tonight.
I Love You Mom!!!!
…When your four-year-old yells “I LOVE YOU MOM!” in front of his Tae-kwon-do class as you leave. Yep. I might be able to do this gig another day…
It Was Only Three Minutes
He was alone for three minutes. Dave was on the throne & I was deep in conversation with the older two. Three minutes was all it took. I heard running back and forth across the tile in our bathroom. The door to the bathroom creaked open. “MOOOMMMM!!!! GET UP HERE!!!,” I heard Dave bellow. “Crap.,” I thought. I don’t hear blood curdling screams, so we’re not talking ER trip. I prepped myself for a room on fire. I raced up the stairs in time to see TJ waving around my favorite permanent lipstick wand. He threw it down and streaked past me before I could catch him. I rounded the corner into the bathroom and the dread mounted. He had painted everything in sight with a gorgeous hue of mauve. A slow whine escaped my lips along with some silent and defeated curse words. I sank to my knees. “Sorry, Honey…,” Dave began. “Not your fault. It was only three minutes…,” I trailed off. “You just get him out of here and brush everyone’s teeth and I’ll clean up.” So I slowly cleaned everything up with makeup remover, that magic elixir of do-overs. Maybe if I drank some it would help me re-do this day…
When I finished, I walked out onto the short staircase and scanned the landing below. The Hurricane also had time to gather as many tampons as he could and unwrap them. It looked like a White Christmas had come early. I closed my eyes & walked back to our bedroom to describe to Dave the next scene. Without cracking a smile he said, “If he had done a panty raid, he would have had the perfect trifecta.”
This is why we can’t have…things. Taylor Goodman