Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Say What Wednesday...

Please tell me it hasn't already started...what? Big Brownie is my backseat driver. He asked me if he could drive on Monday. I told him he could drive in 14 years. He said that was awesome!

A couple of weeks ago, we came home from Tutu Nani's house and it was dark. Big Brownie usually sits behind me and Little Brownie behind the passengers seat. On this particular night, for whatever reason, I put Big Brownie behind the passenger seat and Little Brownie behind me. Because Big Brownie wasn't used to riding on that side of the car, every mailbox, tree or sign we approached he yelled..."WATCH OUT YOU ARE GOING TO HIT IT MAMA!" This was not funny in the least at the time to me because I was driving at night. I finally had to tell him that he had to be quiet. He complied and we when got home he said, "Whew, we made it home safe."

He has also began to understand the "Rules of the Road". We stop at a stop light and he says, "Mama, why are we stopping?" I explain the stop means stop, green means go. When we approach a stop light or a stop sign now, he helps me by YELLING, "Mama, make sure you stop at the stop sign so we can be safe!" I haven't even ventured to explain the yellow light. I am afraid he'll yell at me..."SLOW DOWN!" Anyway, he keeps me in check for sure of all railroad crossing and school zones.

Okay, I don't know about you, but I think the TLC series "Hoarding, buried alive" is the best show on network television today. If you have a touch of hoarding in your body, like me, you should watch this show. I have began de-cluttering my house in hope of keeping an intervention from being in my future. This is difficult for me though. Every item has a sentiment and/or emotion. I pulled out all the Brownies baby clothes and I look at this shirt or that sweater and it takes me back to the time they wore it. Parting with some of my "stuff" has been difficult, but certainly watching Hoarding has helped. I think de-cluttering is rubbing off on the Brownies. Big Brownie came into the playroom yesterday and said, "Mama, what are you doing?" I said, "Well, I'm going through your toys so we can have a yard sale." He said, "Oh, what is a yard sale?" I said, "Well, we will put our stuff out in the driveway and let others come to see if they can use it and then they will buy it." He looked at me funny and said, "We need to clean up this big mess and then we can have a BIG YARD sale. I want my friends to come and see me and buy all my messy stuff and give me 1 whole dollar."

Little Brownie is getting so big in his britches. He imitates so much of Big Brownies words and actions. I have started trying to give him 2 and 3 action commands for example..."pick up your shoes and take them to the shoe basket" or "take your binkie out of your mouth, go upstairs and put it in your bed". He follows direction surprising well, when he wants too. It amazes me how much he understands and how it clicks. He has been extra cranky with these new teeth as they are cutting through. Lord have mercy, it seems like that child has a tooth ALWAYS cutting. The other day I was having one of those days that I could have crawled into the fetal position and cried. I will frequently make statement like, "You are killin' me" or "Lord have mercy". On this particular day I said, "Help me Jesus" as he was struggling with me to put his diaper on. Later in the day, he and Big Brownie were outside playing and I was doing the dishes. I had the back door and the back window open and was watching them play. All of a sudden, I heard, "HELLLLPPPPP!" I came running as they were fighting over a toy. I made it down the steps to referee the situation. As I approached, I heard Little Brownie exclaim, "HESSUS, HEP ME, HEP ME, HESSUS!" Translation..."Jesus help me, help me Jesus!" At least my mini-prayers to Jesus throughout the day are better for them to exclaim than the occasional curse word that rolls through my head.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

All I can say is "Help me Jesus, help me!" A good laugh was had today...thanks for your post!
Aunt Fudge