Conversation between my 5 and 7 year old- Katy Perry

Hud: Is this Taywor Swiff?
Aspen: No it's Katy Perry.
Hud: Does she have white skin or brown skin?
Aspen: White skin. Blue hair.
Hud: I'm just so confused.

The diabetes

Hud- Mom, you know why I'm eating carrots? So I don't get the diabetes.

Me- Most excellent idea.

Hud- Did you know the diabetes people have to get shots? Like every day.

Me- Yes I did know that.

Hud- Did you ever have the diabetes?

Me- Thankfully, no. 

Hud- Can we have a lemonade stand for the diabetes people? We can make fifty dollars.

Me- A fine idea.

Casper the Lonely Ghost

My daughter made these ghosts with her Grandma. They're decorated plastic baggies, and you stuff them with paper and hang them.

When i asked my daughter why she tied 3 ghosts together instead of hanging them one at a time, she replied, "I don't want them to be lonely."

This year she will predictably pick the lopsided pumpkin at the patch, because no one else will want it. And when choosing a stuffed animal at the store, she picks the one missing an eye. So we can bring it home and fix it and give it some love.

She's a tender one... this girl.

My eggs no happy.

Making french toast. My eggs no happy.

Fashion.

This week Hudson declared that he is considering a career in fashion design. I am guessing that he has not given up on being a fireman or a builder. He is just exploring his options.

He brought me this paper... which is a list of his fall fashion collection.

Let me interpret for you. The collection is to include:

A skirt
Dress
Shirt

In true Hud style, the collection will not include pants.

OMG I CAN READ!!!!

I do not mess around with bedtimes... my kids know not to come out unless it’s important. Which I would say is either vomiting or bleeding. One evening recently, I did our story times, tucked them in, and shut their doors. I sat down in the kitchen for a glass of  “mommy juice” (ie wine). I enjoyed the silence.

And then... a door busted wide open. I furrowed my brow and readied myself for whatever excuse was coming my way.

It was neither vomiting, nor bleeding. It was...

OH MY GOD MOM I CAN READ!!!!! And H was jumping up and down, waving a book over his head. He plopped down on my lap, and read the book to me... pointing at each word as he went. Mat sat on Sam. Sam is mad. OH MY GOD I’M DOING IT I’M REALLY DOING IT!

And there you have it. He’s a reader now. One day he wasn’t, and turn the page... now he is. Just like that.

Every now and again, bedtime rules are made to be broken. On rare occasion, there really is a bug on the ceiling. Sometimes turning the light in the closet on to check for monsters turns off an active imagination. And when there is a summer meteor shower or harvest moon, it may be worth waking a sleepyhead up. And H’s reading moment... tops the list.

Packin' heat

We had time to kill before Big A’s dance class tonight, so we popped in a costume shop to brainstorm ideas for Halloween. I give them a month to decide... which is plenty of time to account for making a costume if that's their choice, and also enough time for changing their minds a dozen times. And yeah, I’m a sucker for Halloween.

I’ve never taken them into a costume shop before, we’ve done more homespun costumes in the past. So many choices. H led the way ... he walked right past the superheroes and immediately zeroed in on the weapon section on the back wall. He turned and said, “I want to be THIS for Halloween.” He was gripping a plastic AK47 in one hand, and a grenade in the other. Ear raising grin in between.

I told him “I’d prefer not to see my little boy packin’ heat.” So he put them down, and grabbed a machete and pointed to some ninja-like costume. “THIS!” He cried.

I don’t think he got the memo that his mama is a peace loving yoga hippie ...

I really don’t care what he goes as, just not.... that.