Diabetes

So, Pop-Pop has diabetes. It's a running joke that everytime he has sugar, the kids and us tell him that his foot is going to fall off. Okay, so a rather sick joke, but it amuses us. Anyway, tonight, Pop-Pop was trying to take a 3rd cookie off the cookie tray and Casden declares, "It's okay, Pop-Pop. When your foot falls off, my mommy will study it!" Too funny!

Mommy Guilt

I just finished up my 1st semester in Nursing School. I study a lot. The kids notice this, but they don't usually say much. I came home one night, the week before my final exams, and find the following written on the white board in the play room:

"Daddy rocks!" (with a smiley face)

"Mommy studies" (with a frowney face)

It just killed me. Hopefully, when my schooling is all said and done, the kids won't remember the time that I spent studying instead of playing with them.

Sigh.

Babies!

Padget's Aunt Jenny is pregnant. She teaches 6th grade at Padget's elementary school. Jen pulled her out of class to tell her the good news. Padget ran back into her classroom, opened her arms out wide, and declared "She's havin' a BABY!!"

When Padget came home from school, I was on the phone with my mom. Padget got on the phone to tell Grams the good news. Padget was telling her that Aunt Jenny is pregnant, her 1st grade teacher is pregnant...Grams replied, "Wow, it must be in the water." Padget, a little perplexed, said, "No, Grams, they're in their bellies!"

Big sibling lesson

Padget just finished explaining to Casden that, "Everything has boogers...except for fish." And Casden nodded and shook his head, like, yes, of course, that makes sense.

From the mouths of babes...

Tim has been watching the kids a lot today because I have been studying for my A&P midterm which is tomorrow. He made the kids dinner, but forgot their drinks.

Casden yells "Where are our drinks?"
Tim responds, "It's tough being a dad."
To which Casden responds, "Yea, it must be hard to yell all the time."

Tim certainly does yell a lot, especially at the Caz-man. And it, apparently, does not go unnoticed.

The "patterin"...

Casden started up his new semester at preschool, and this time around he is there through lunchtime. He is going on Tuesdays and Thursdays. On his first day of school, I packed his lunch and I put a little special treat in there (2 hershey kisses). That's special, because I don't let my kiddos have treats after lunch. Well, when I picked him up, he informed that he wasn't allowed to eat his treat. I figured, oh, okay, I guess they aren't allowed to have treats. No problem. So, the next school day, I pack his lunch and do not include a treat. His teacher meets me at the door when I go to pick him up. She tells me that Casden was very disappointed that there was no treat in his lunch. I told her that he told me that he wasn't allowed to have treats. Well, she explained, they are allowed to have treats, but they have to eat all their healthy food first. (Casden is the world's slowest eater. He cannot be rushed through a meal. He sits and apparently enjoys each bite. The more you try to rush him, the slower he becomes.) So, she tells me, while he may not ever get to eat his treat because lunchtime will be over, I should put one in.

Over the following weekend, Casden is trying to tell me that he thinks it's going to be a patterin. I cannot for the life of me figure out what he is talking about. "A patterin, Mommy. A patterin!" "Buddy, I have no idea what you are talking about." "You know, Mommy. A patterin...a patterin of treat, no treat, treat, no treat. I think my next school lunch is going to be treat." OH, A PATTERN!! What a smartie pants this kid is.

So, that's what we've been doing now. A two-part pattern of treat (Tuesday) and no treat (Thursday). And he still can't say "pattern", but I'm still impressed he knew what one was!!

Daddy's fallen...

I was on the phone with Daddy today and let Casden check in as well. When Casden was trying to pass the phone back to me, it fell to the ground. Casden exclaims, "Are you okay, Daddy?!" I was laughing and laughing and said, "I liked that, Casden." And Casden said, "I liked it, too."

Watch what you say....

We are aware that our kids pick up our words and phrases. We really try to make a conscious effort not to say things that we wouldn't want repeated, but like anyone, we're only human. Luckily, for us, we are not too vulgar or offensive on a regular basis so our kids haven't picked up anything awful.

Listening to the kids the other night, Casden came out with this one. The context: The kids are going through their buckets (they each have a treat bucket still filled with some Halloween candy and some odds and ends from Christmas parties) after dinner the other night. Padget has made a pile of things which Casden apparently thought she was choosing to eat. He blurts out, "For the love of God, Padget, are you going to eat all that?!" Tim and I just died laughing.

M & M's

So, my father-in-law is a bit (ha, ha) sweet treat obsessed. M & M's flow like water at his house. So, of course, once Aidric turned one, he has been offered M's over there. I've been working with Aidric on sign language, since he still isn't talking, and he's finally picking up signs for some things. Not many, but at least we're making progress. Anyways, a few weeks ago at one of our weekly Thursday night dinners at my in-laws, Pop-Pop was trying to get Aidric to say M's or M & M's or some semblance of it and was having no luck. So, Pop-Pop inverted his fingers on the table to make a rough "M" shape to try to get Aidric to sign for the M's. We haven't used that sign since. Well, last night we were finishing up dinner at their house and I look over and Aidric is inverting his fingers frantically and looking around at us to see if anyone is noticing. Yep, he was flashing the sign that Pop-Pop taught him for M & M's! We could hardly believe it, but there is was, just like Pop-Pop showed him! And of course, Pop-Pop was happy to oblige.