So the little one (who will be two soon) is apparently training to be a fighter (we’re he’s receiving this training, his dad and I have yet to figure out). One day as he was standing, blocked by the invisible barrier at the doorway of the kitchen (so not allowed in there for all our sakes) he proceeded to hang on to the wall, stick his foot in the air and shout, “HI YA!” Well the yell was convincing enough (OK not really more like cute) but the kick, well he’s going to need some more training if he’s going to be a successful fighter. However the other thing he does, is to get in your face, yell, “Fight!” then proceed to sock you in the jaw. Really, young sir? No more TV for you.
Well the oldest (a gigantic four year old) isn’t without his specialness either. The other day his dad had told him to do something (or maybe not to do something, who can keep track anymore). So he came to me babbling about whatever it was. The Man says, “Hey I’ve already told you about that.” The Boy comes back with, “But I’m not takin’ ‘bout you. I’m talkin’ ‘bout mommy.” Well knowing he was being a little smart ass (please excuse my language) I replied, “Little boy you need to watch your mouth.” Do you know the little loudmouth came back with, “But, Mom, would I ever steer you wrong?”
*blink* *blink*
Well the conversation was over after that, because The Man and I laughed until we couldn’t breathe. There are times when I am royally depressed I don’t own a video camera. *sigh*
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Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Sunday, December 5, 2010
Peek-a-boo
Yes, this is absolutely a post about a game played with small children. My oldest has been whisked away by my parents and I won’t see him until Christmas. *sob* On the upside this gives my husband and me some special time with the little one. He hasn’t had much alone time since he was born so I thought it would be wonderful to spoil him (as if the little stinker isn’t spoiled enough already).
One day I sat with the little one on my lap watching TV and I realized he was around the age where children play peek-a-boo. So I gave it a shot. “Peek-a-boo,” I said then covered my face, of course peeking through my fingers to see his response. To my surprise he knew how to play… very badly. How can you play peek-a-boo badly? Ask my son.
When you say the words, he instantly brings his little hands to his face but he doesn’t cover his eyes. He covers his cheeks (think of Macaulay Culkin in Home Alone) or his mouth. The motion has become second nature to the child. We say, “Peek-a-boo,” the hands go up, usually in a look of surprise because his eyes are wide as saucers (and not covered as they should be). Of course this makes all the members of my household cry with laughter, so it makes him enjoy the game even more. So as a result I live in a house filled with adults addicted to playing peek-a-boo. Yes, this is my life. *Sigh*
One day I sat with the little one on my lap watching TV and I realized he was around the age where children play peek-a-boo. So I gave it a shot. “Peek-a-boo,” I said then covered my face, of course peeking through my fingers to see his response. To my surprise he knew how to play… very badly. How can you play peek-a-boo badly? Ask my son.
When you say the words, he instantly brings his little hands to his face but he doesn’t cover his eyes. He covers his cheeks (think of Macaulay Culkin in Home Alone) or his mouth. The motion has become second nature to the child. We say, “Peek-a-boo,” the hands go up, usually in a look of surprise because his eyes are wide as saucers (and not covered as they should be). Of course this makes all the members of my household cry with laughter, so it makes him enjoy the game even more. So as a result I live in a house filled with adults addicted to playing peek-a-boo. Yes, this is my life. *Sigh*
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