While playing catch with Doc, I noticed Rebel was trying with some urgency to pull down my sweatpants(yep, Miss Cheryl the fashion plate!).
Me: “Why are you pulling down my pants, dude?”
Rebel: “Because I looove you!”
Ha! Once I stopped laughing, I firmly but good-naturedly informed him that sometimes, loving someone means letting her keep her pants on. I feel that this lesson can’t be learned young enough these days. Boys are getting fresher and fresher!
“If I go up there(/in there) and find it, I am not going to be thrilled…” This phrase is used when the kiddos are losin’ their belongings, and I, in turn, feel like I’m losin’ my mind! I deliver it very matter-of-factly, but the kiddos can tell by my tone they had better retrace their steps just one more time. Read the rest of this entry »
I spend much of my day trying to make the kiddos laugh. Most times humor comes naturally to me, sometimes I’m hard-pressed to find the humor in a situation. Then there are days when divine intervention drops an amazing, and serially situational set of funnies my way. Read the rest of this entry »
Besides being the definitive breakup song of my middle school years, Don’t Speak is also a great dollop of nannying advice. Like Gwyn Stefani, I use my voice a lot at work. I spend my days reading to the kiddos, baby-talking to the infants, singing little ones to sleep, conversing, answering questions, giving directions; nannying is a vivacious variety of verbalization. And though the kiddos crave my words, my songs, my vocal attentions, I’ve learned that sometimes they just need me to shut up. Read the rest of this entry »