HAPPY EASTER!!
O Speaks
O - "Mom, what president was yours when you were born? Lincoln"?
This one needs explaining. Not too long ago, we watched My Big Fat Greek Wedding with O. In one scene a main character is being teased by his soon-to-be brother-in-law and is tricked into saying, "I have three testicles", in greek. I read the subtitle out loud and laughed.
Instantly, O asked, "Mom, what are tentacles".
LT, of course, laughed and said, "That one is yours".
M - "Boy parts, but don't say it, it's a private word".
So, now she thinks it's funny/naughty to bring it up in conversations. I'm glad she says "tentacles" and not the anatomy word.
O - "If a boy hurts me, I know where to hit him, in the tentacles." She giggled wildly and said, "I can't believe I just said that".
O - "I know where to kick a girl, the shins".
O - "What is Jenny having, a boy or a girl"?
M - "A boy".
O - "Ew, how is she going to change its diapers? He'll have tentacles. When I have a boy I'm going to have my husband change all of the diapers".
This is completely unrelated, I had a horrible nightmare, I caught O shaving her head. She said, "What? I wanted to". So, I responded with, "Well, you'd better finish it up then".
Boob Talk
O was telling me a story that went on and on about boobies, so I said, "Sweet dreams and dream of big boobies".
O - "I'm dreaming of Boobie Land. The houses are made from boobs and even the bra shops are made of boobs". Later, in the same story, "One lady has such big boobs she won't leave the house because she's afraid she will get her boobs caught in the door.....And the guys even have the guy things. What are they called again, pimples"?
Yes, friends, this is, sometimes, how bedtime happens at our house.
O saw a breast exam poster in the bathroom of the doctors office. She scrunched up her face as if she'd just smelled something horrible, and said, "Ew" and "that's not very modest". It was the start of yet, another, boob conversation. I explained self breast exams and such. After my explanation she asked, "Did you do your breast exam this month"? I wanted to say, "Na, I just let LT do them," but I held my tongue and didn't answer.
I confess, if I see a friend sitting, I like to sit on their lap and squeeze their head into me. Unfortunately, it just happens to be at my chest level.
M - "Do you like me sitting on your lap and squishing your head into my bosom"?
Erica - "I didn't even notice anything was there".
Work
One day, I was asked to fill in for a Special Education TA, teacher, something, Um..... yikes. Ya, that freaked me out, I was sweating all day! I have no clue how to interact/teach/coach a child who is having academic struggles. How much do I help them, how much are they supposed to do on their own?
It wasn't all that bad. I went from class to class to pull out a wee one and we played games. One cute little dude got to read to a dog.
O told someone at school that what they were saying was "bull crap". There is a story to it, and it's not bad. I just think it's funny that we use it so freely at home, she didn't think twice about using at school. Oops!
One afternoon, I was getting ready to leave to pick up O from the bus stop when the phone rang. It was the school, saying they had O there. Oops, there was a bit of a miscommunication about wether or not she was a bus rider or car rider. Parenting Fail!
The school had a fundraiser called, "Race for Education". The wee ones were allowed to dress down for the day and wear running/exercise clothes. In the morning when O was getting dressed, she had to practice running around the room so she could see herself in the mirror. She wanted to make sure she was ready. I love that kid.
It was fun going out with her and run/walk with the other students and teachers. O did a really good job and was having fun, until, she took a spill. The poor kid was jumping over a cone and landed on the side of her foot. I watched her land off balance, proceed to roll her ankle and fall. It looked really bad. It actually freaked me out. I forget she is really flexible and bendy. I took her to the nurse and we decided we didn't need to amputate and an ice pack would do. She was upset for an hour or so. She asked, multiple times, to go home because her foot hurt. I'm sure it did, but I told her it would still hurt at home so she might as well stay at school and learn stuff. I went to our car to get a wrap out of the first aid kit, to help her feel better. The wrap made her foot too large to fit into her shoe, so she was in her sock. When it was time to go back outside before lunch, about 90 minutes after it happened, she was able to walk again. Hooray for miracles.
Summary - O ran around, O jumped, O fell, O hurt her ankle, O thought she was dying, O wouldn't walk, (which was okay) O wanted to go home, The promise of a sno cone motivated O to walk. O was miraculously healed. Hallelujah!
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