*looking at belly support bands* TD2: What’s that? Me: Pregnancy support bands. When you’re pregnant, your belly grows and things get moved around and sometimes that can hurt a little. Hopefully, these will help Mommy with some of the pain I’m feeling. TD1: Mommy, because you’re pregnant, I think you should buy bigger clothes.
We were having dinner as a family a few nights ago when random comments and jokes turned into an impromptu emergency prep talk. One of the TDs made a comment about waking up and mommy and daddy not being here which led me to ask what would they do if they woke up and me and T-Daddy were gone. Their answers led T-Daddy to talk them through different scenarios including waking up to an empty house, tornadoes and fires.
We were in the middle of this conversation when TD2 burst out in tears.
TD2: I’m scared.
T-Mommy: What are you scared of?
TD2: I don’t want to die!
T-Mommy: Why do you think you’re going to die?
TD2: Because these all sound like bad things that I’m going to die.
This led to a convo about how having these types of convos can actually save our lives. And LOTS of cuddles and hugs and kisses. I promised her I’d lie down with her and as we were climbing into bed, she grabbed her customized stencil with her name on it.
TD2: I’m going to sleep with this because Anna* gave it to me and I don’t want it to burn up in case there’s a fire.
The next day:
We were looking at T-Daddy’s toenail when TD2 walks in. He stubbed his toe months ago playing basketball and has just been waiting for his toenail to fall off.
TD2: What are you doing?
T-Daddy: Mommy’s going to try to take my toenail off.
TD2: Why? What’s wrong with it?
T-Daddy: It’s a zombie toenail.
TD2: *in tears* Noooo. I don’t want it to be a zombie toenail. I don’t want to be eaten.
*Name changed to protect the innocent. Plus who doesn’t love a Disney princess name!
A few days ago, TD2 got hurt at school. I was working in the office when her teacher brought her to me to console her. He told me what happened and I showered her with lots of Mommy love and a bandaid. We took some deep breaths to calm down and I walked her back to her class. A short while later, she came back with a picture.
T-Mommy: What’s this a picture of? TD2: What happened when I got hurt. T-Mommy: What happened sweetie? TD2: I was walking on this and I fell. T-Mommy: And this is you after you fell? TD2: *nods* T-Mommy: Who is this? TD2: Mr. Banana
Helping TD2 rehearse for her school’s holiday program: T-Mommy: [TD2] What are your hopes for the New Year? TD2: I hope for a cat, a dog and a baby. T-Mommy: A cat, a dog and a baby? TD2: Yeah because they’re all soo0o0o0o cute and I just love them and want them all the time. T-Mommy: And um, where do you think you’re getting any of those from? TD2: The store. T-Mommy: So you can just buy a baby at the store? TD2: Yup! Or we can just ask Santa. T-Mommy: Ask Santa for a baby? TD2: Yeah, he has a hundred and he lives at the North Pole. So all we have to do is just go to the North Pole and buy a baby and a cat and a dog.
TD1 is in a Pre-K/K mixed class, so imagine my surprise when after school, the following convo took place:
TD1: Mommy, Ariel* and Belle* have a crush on Charming*. T-Mommy: Oh really, and how do you know that? TD1: I don’t know. T-Mommy: Do you know what a crush is? TD1: No. T-Mommy: So how do you know that they have something if you don’t know what that something is? *a minute of going back and forth* TD1: Okay, I do know. I just didn’t want to tell you in case you would be mad. T-Mommy: Okay, so what do you know? TD1: I know they have a crush on Charming because Ariel and Belle always tell Charming “I love you” and Aurora* told me they have a crush on Charming. T-Mommy: And what does that mean? Do you know what it means to have a crush on someone? TD1: It means you love them.
Are we there yet? I thought I had at least another 100 years before we were there. Why are we there already? Also, I googled crush and Google’s definition did NOT make this convo any easier…..we’ll go with when you like someone a lot as opposed to “a brief but intense infatuation for someone, especially someone unattainable or inappropriate.” That’s way too many big girl emotions I’m not ready for. Can we just go back to the days of cooing and baby gibberish?
*names have been changed to protect the innocent because who doesn’t love Disney characters.
TD1: Mom, why can’t I have two moms like you? I want two moms. T-Mommy: Why do you want two moms? TD1: So I can have two moms and two houses and two brothers and two sisters, like you have. T-Mommy: Well, you know what it means if you have two moms? It means that Mommy and Daddy won’t be together anymore. TD1: :-O T-Mommy: Is that what you want? TD1: NOOOOOO. T-Mommy: I don’t want that either. Mommy has two moms because my Mommy and Daddy aren’t together anymore. And I don’t want that for you. But you know what? You have a Godmom, and she’s kind of like a half-mom. So you have one and a half moms. TD1: **big smile** So I have two moms. And I have a Goddad, so I have two dads and a Godsister so two sisters and a Godbrother, but only one brother. [TD2] Wake up! You have two moms and two dads and two sisters, but just one brother.
*a few weeks ago* TD1: whining Me: You want some cheese to go with that whine? TD1: *stops whining* what? Why you ask me that? Me: *explains the whole cheese and wine/whine thing*
*tonight* TD1: *singing* You want some cheese with that whine? You want some cheese with that whine? You want some cheese with that whine? *stops singing* Hey Mom, since I don’t like cheese I think you should say, “Do you want some pizza with that whine?” because pizza has cheese. Get it? *starts singing* You want some pizza cheese with that whine?