Momma's Musings

As a parent, you often talk to children about things, giving explanations, suggestions and ideas. You are often left wondering though if the retain any of it.

LJ is one of those kids who do no like to interrupt their play with the call of nature so he leaves everything til the last minute, barely stops long enough to go, is pulling up pants, washing and drying hands all and once and back in the play almost as quickly as he left.

Today, I had gone into the bathroom and could hear LJ standing outside the door. I figured he would just open it and walk in but today, he stood outside and quietly but matter of fact stated "You should really stay in there long enough until it is all out before you go back to what you were doing."

Great advice buddy!

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LJ fell asleep last night in the car while going to get his sister form dance. Unfortunately it was just long enough to give him enough energy and make sleep at home in his bed come quickly. In an effort to help him calm and fall asleep, I was laying with him. He was not ready to sleep but instead his mind was racing.

"Mom, how old do you have to be to put stuff in your alarm pits?" And so started our deodorant and arm pit discussion.

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This morning, I was reviewing the chapter on government with A-girl in preparation for her unit test in Social Studies. She wasn't pleased to be working with me as her brothers were outside playing and she desperately wanted to join them. She wasn't really very focused. I would read something to her, ask a question, she wouldn't be able to tell me about what we had just read (Which isn't in character for her as she usually remembers things) so we repeated it again. I was thinking that the second time through she seemed to have gotten most of what I was reading to her, she was remembering the lessons from the past few weeks (there were a lot of days off in there so I think that was part of it as she only has it a couple of times a week and this was info from the past month or so) and I felt much more confident the second time through the review to proceed to the Review Questions at the end of the unit.

Me: "What is the name of our president?"
A-girl: "Obama......Broccoli Obama." Then she paused and said "No that's not it. But it sounds just like Broccoli."

I suggested "Barack" and she said "Yes! That's it!'

The next question was "What are the 3 parts of government?" She replied "The president, congress (we had just went over and over that as it wasn't something she was remembering) and....and....and.......the clothing store....Justice!" Well she got the answers they were looking for in the book but perhaps not in the ways they were hoping!

She proceeded through the next questions with little difficulty. It was time for her test. I was secretly hoping there were no questions about Broccoli Obama and Justice Clothing store, the President and the Supreme Court being parts of the government. Amazingly enough, she went on to take the test and did fine. Perhaps she or I (or both) need a break.......a really long one

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Often throughout the day, things are said in my house that leave me wondering if I actually heard it correctly, or if I actually said that. Wondering, could this actually be happening in my house.

Things heard recently include:

Me to LJ and AJ: Boys! AJ! Untie your brother right now! Running through the house with a rope tied to LJ's arms is not safe.

LJ! Please come and take these toys out of the freezer! (apparently he was making them cold).

Please put on a coat before you go outside. (said several times to LJ and AJ as they tend not to wear coats).

me to AJ while out running an errand when the temp is 4 degrees F: Where are your socks?!
AJ: I don't know. Somewhere at home.
Me: Are your feet not cold?
AJ: Not really. Its not like its that cold out or anything.

L announcing as we left Girl Scouts last night: Mom, hurry. I don't want to be late. M is saving me a spot at the bar(re)! Several mothers stared at me in a bit of shock wondering if they had heard her correctly. Of course they were thinking bar and not the ballet barre.

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