A mom is born...

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Gwen: Mama, I am talking to Daddy for a minute, so you need to be patient.

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When She does something unexpectedly BAD I tend to exclaim, "Are you out of your mind!?!??"
Now she says it. But when she says it, she says,
"Are you out of my mind?!?!?"

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mama: "I'm gonna eat you up."
Gwen: "mama, Gwinnalyn is not food."

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Gwen is playing with her bath ducks. "This one is the baby, and this is the mommy, and this is the daddy."
mama: "You know, Gwen, not all families have mommies & daddies. Some kids have only a mommy, or only a daddy. And some kids have two mommies or two daddies. All families are different."
Gwen: "Yeah, I had 3 daddies just last morning."


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Gwen: "I'm going to the store. And you're coming with me. And Sebastian, we can't leave him alone."

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mama: "What are you going to be for Halloween this year, Gwen?"
Gwen: "I'm going to be a princess. Me and mama are going to be princesses, and they are going to be guards."
mama: "Who's going to be the guards?"
Gwen: "Daddy. Daddy and Spiderman are going to be guards. "

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I'm putting Gwen down for a nap. I have Sebastian in my arm.
mama: "Kisses for Gwen."
as I lean down to give her a kiss, Sebastian, at the prospect of getting nearer to his sister, has a big gummy smile on and is flailing excitedly.
Gwen: "but I don't want slimy kisses!"

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If I give Gwen a cold cut sandwich, she'll take it apart. She'll eat the meat, and the cheese, and maybe then some of the bread. The only time she'll eat a cold cut sandwich LIKE a sandwich is if it's mine. Then she'll take regular bites with nary a complaint.

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The boy. The boy at four months is incredibly adept at balancing his binkie on my shoulder. One minute he's Maggie Simpson, the next minute there's a binkie on my shoulder. I don't know how he does it without it falling off.

He also delight in faucets. If he's in my arm and I turn on the sink faucet, he kicks his legs and leans forward and smiles.

When feeding The Boy, (as we affectionately refer to him), I need 3 hands. One to old the bowl, one two hold the spoon, and one to fight off his hand, which he feels must also be in his mouth with each mouthful.

The Boy believes the sun rises and sets with his sister. She is The Goddess as far as he is concerned. If he can sit and watch her, in awe, he's content most of the time. There are many occasions when she is the only one who can elicit a smile from him. We imagine, he looks at her and thinks, "THE GIRL!" (think Toy Story, "THE CLAW!") If he can get close enough, he reaches out to touch her, her hair, her arm, anything.

The Girl has learned that when she's in trouble, and noone else is happy with her, The Boy will still smile in delight when she comes near. She recognizes the value in this, and likes him all the more for it.

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ok quite a bit to catch up on:

Gwen: Up, up and away! Up, up and away! Up, up and away!
~sighs~ I need some pixie dust.


Gwen: Just chill down, mama, chill down.


Nothing funnier than watching a bunch of 2-4 year old girls trying to learn duck, duck, goose! Duck... duck... duck... duck... goose! Goose gets up & runs around, then all the girls get up & run around. FUNNY!!!!

Dear 6 month old son,
You have a runny nose. I am not trying to smother you, I swear, I'm just wiping your nose.
Love, mama


Gwen's out of bed during naptime for the 100th time.
me: What do I have to do to get you to stay in bed?
Gwen: Ummm... stickers!
My 3 year old is trying to shake me down.


Gwen, out of bed again after bedtime: Mama, are you peeing?
me: Yes. Gwen, why are you out of bed?
Gwen: I had a snot. It was gross. A gross snot. Gross snot. So gross. Gross snot. Grooooossseeee...
me: Gwen, what did you do with the snot?
Gwen: I put it on my brothers bed.
~sigh~


Gwen's had "Tangled" (Rapunzel) on the brain lately.
Gwen: This (stuffed animal) is my pet chameleon. He sits on my shoulder & changes color. Would you like to pet him?
me: I'd love to. What's his name?
Gwen: Lizard.
:-D

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So John & I are discussing/contemplating the audio connection between the Hebrew song, Hava Nagila and the Empirial March from Star Wars (there is a connection, think about it). John is humming one, then the other...
Gwen: Daddy, you're singing the wrong song.
Daddy: no this is the right one.
Gwen: No, it goes, "The wheels on the bus go 'round and 'round..."

October 29th: Yikes! The Boy just tried to bite The Girl.



my hubby, to Gwen: Which do you like better, Autobots or Decepticons?
Gwen: Well, I like Ghostbusters.
hubby: No, I'm asking if you like Autobots or Decepticons. Just pick one.
Gwen: Ummmmm..... I like Ghostbusters.


put the kids to bed, they were both still awake. When I threw my hands up & left the room, The Boy was fussing & The Girl had gotten out of her bed, walked around his bed & took his stuffed lamb & was using it to try to entertain him. Somehow, a time later, they were both asleep. HOW DO THEY PUT THEMSELVES TO SLEEP??? I'm dying to be a fly on the wall!


running back & forth bringing groceries in from the car; I walk in the door to The Boy yelling emphatically and The Girl waving her arms up & down saying, "I've got him yelling and you're gone and I don't know what to do with him!"


Someone has let my son into the mushrooms. He is tripping his face off, hardcore, screeching & squealing at nothing, waving his arms in the air, generally being insane. I fully expect at some point to have to talk him off the roof, or convince him he's not really an orange. The Girl is merely encouraging his behavior.


The Boy is tired & wants to nurse. I'm trying to change him & he's squirming & squalling unappreciatively. The Girl comes over, puts her hand on his stomach & starts to rub circles on his belly comfortingly, saying, "shhhh... shhhh...". This stuff KILLS me!

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ok The Boy stood unassisted for like an entire minute last week. Again, he's eight months old. I predict he'll be walking at 9 months. A couple of times now he's been standing, taken his hand off the couch, and moved as if to walk across the floor, only to realize as the floor was meeting his nose, that he cannot yet walk. Very funny.

He also now waves his hand and says, "Haaa..." (ie, "hi"). He only does this when he feels like it, tho, and most often to his own reflection in the mirror.

oh yes, and he's a biter. He bites you when he's angry and he bites you when he's showing how much he loves you. Gwen loves to tell people about this.

and This is for all of you who think my girl is "so cute"...
Gwen (talking to mama): What the f*cking h*ll are you doing?
ayeah. I couldn't believe it, I made her say it twice, lol.

Gwen grabs The Boy around his waist & lays back so he's falling on top of her.
me: Gwen! What are you doing?
Gwen: I'm trying to make him fall asleep.
me: Why?
Gwen: Because I like him asleep.

Gwen: mama, Do you know where Ba (favorite blanket) is?
me: no.
Gwen: I think Ba is playing hide and seek with me.
later, after we found that mama was sitting on Ba:
Gwen: Mama, I really do love you, but the fact is, people don't sit on Ba's.
LMFAO!

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Gwen: What time is it?
me: 10 to six.
Gwen: 10 to six? That's horrible!
me: Why?
Gwen: at six, we dance.
me: and now?
Gwen, pointing to clock: At this time, there's no dancing.

This KILLed me the other night. They're on our bed, Gwen's jumping & The Boy is jumping too (I'm holding him & lifting him up & down, he's bending his knees & giggling like mad). Gwen falls to the bed, the boy "falls" down after her, then reaches out to crawl over her.
me: Aw, he wants to hug you.
Gwen(putting an arm around The Boy): Aww, I love you too, Little Man. I love you too.

Gwen: STOP! You cannot go into this room until you give me some money!
me: Gwen, in this world, you have to earn money. What are you going to do for me if I give you some money?
Gwen: (with index finger to chin) Hmmmm.... I will buy you a castle!
Daddy: Professional shopper, it is!

me: Gwen, just so you know, I'm putting all the Christmas books over here.
Gwen: ok. May I see? Oh, that is wonderful and good. That is a perfect place. Thank you, mama.

Stolen from my friend Kathryn, talking to her 11 year old son:
Me: Kids, please write your Christmas lists so you don't end up getting coal.
Isaac: Actually, Mom, if I had some coal I could make my own steam-powered contraption.


Been saying this "prayer" with Gwen before bed. She seems to enjoy it.
"May the sun bring you new energy by day,
May the moon softly restore you by night,
May the rain wash away your worries,
May the breeze blow new strength into your being.
May you walk through the world and know its beauty all the days of your life."

-- Apache Blessing (she makes me say the "Apache Blessing" part as part of the prayer.

Gwen's currently calling The Boy, "Oatmeal". His previous monikers include, "Sneezy" (does he sneeze a lot? no.) and "Pants".

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I keep meaning to add this & have been forgetting for ages. Since she was around 2 1/2 she's been using the same 'magic words'...

Misery Moo, Misery Ahh!

as in, "Misery Moo, Misery Ahh, turn mama into a frog!" or "Misery Moo, Misery Ahh, turn mama back to mama!"

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me: Gwen, why aren't you eating your pasta?
Gwen: Because I'm sooooo hungry. ~pause~ I need graham crackers.


Gwen: Mama, where am I? (She's in the laundry basket while I am putting away laundry)
me: I don't know, where are you?
Gwen: I'm in the forest where I can't find myself.
(2 min later, after Gwen was finally found)
Gwen: oh no, I'm being pulled back into the forest.
Daddy: What's pulling you?
Gwen: A big, giant shark!
Daddy: Oh, no, she's being attacked by a landshark!


In other news... my boy has discovered that wiping his runny nose on my couch makes him feel better. I'm so proud.


so. yeah... The Boy took his first steps about 10 days ago. On day 8, he climbs stairs. Not stair, stairs. In the hall of my apt, I put him down so I could lock the door. I have never done this before. He turned & climbed 5 stairs going up before I took him down.

The only reason I let him even get 5 steps was 'cause I had my camera on my wrist & I was taking pics. One hand outstretched in case he fell, one hand with camera. I am proud. Proud, amused, trepidatious. Who knew those three emotions would come so readily simultaneously, lol.

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At the breakfast table:
Gwen: Daddy, your sunglasses are chipped.
Daddy: It's just a little chip. I'll get a new pair next time I go into the city.
Gwen: Mama! Did you know there's a city in New York???!!

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The girl is building with blocks. The boy sits next to her, with the clear plastic bag the blocks go in flattened out in front of him. He carefully gathers blocks, one by one, and places them "in" (really ON) the plastic bag. When satisfied his bag is sufficiently full, he lifts the bag, and all the blocks fall off. He looks confused, then sits & starts again...


Gwen takes her (stuffed) lizard and puts him under her pillow. She then leaves the room, counts to 10, and reenters, calling, "Lizard! Where AAARE you??? Are you in the closet?... No.... Are you under the bed? ... No..."


In the event that The Boy evades capture and manages to bypass security measures to make his way into the bathroom, he always takes a moment to pause and consider his options: The tantalizing toilet paper roll? The toilet itself, full of water to splash in? The Girl's stepstool? Or just dive headfirst into the bathtub? He is always emphatically dismayed when his moment of consideration is interrupted and the entire mission is thwarted.


Gotta love the nose picking. Gwen comes to me with one on each thumb... "Mama, I don't wanna deal with these snots!" That's her way of asking for a tissue. ~rolleyes~

This one from Daddy:
The Boy is falling asleep in my arms, reaches out with his tiny little finger and shoves it up my nose.... he giggles and then fall back into half sleep only to reach out again and pokes me in the eye....and so forth poke... giggle...zzzzz poke.. giggle ...zzzzz too funny



Freddie Mercury: ... another one bites the dust... oh! another one bites the dust... oh!...
Gwen: The Queen is saying, Oh! because it's so dusty.


Gwen was describing to me the video (which I played for her a week ago, her dance class is using the song for their recital) for Justin Bieber's "Baby" (she doesn't know who Bieber is)... she first tells me it's a girl singing.... I think, ok, I can see that... then she goes on to tell me the girl's Daddy sings...

I love that she thinks Ludachris is Justin Bieber's Daddy. Brilliant!

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The Boy:

His first finger foods were Cheerios and Cheese. Now everything he likes is, "Chee!"

Whenever you get him naked, he grins and pats his chest with his hands, all puffed up & proud.

Sometimes he brings his stuffed Llama or Hippo to everyone in turn, so you can hug him, then you give it back to him & he hugs it, then brings it to the next person.

The other day The Girl got in trouble & was crying & sniffling. The Boy brought her his Llama to make her feel better. So compassionate!



The Girl:

Everything she likes is her favorite. Her favorite colors? Purple and pink. And Orange. And brown. And white. If she doesn't like it, it's never, 'I don't like this', it's, "It's not my favorite."

The other day The Boy was down for a nap and she decided she had to put is Llama in his bed so if he woke up he wouldn't be alone. Altho she tortures him and is jealous of him, she loves him an awful lot.

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The Boy randomly squeezes into the computer corner to bang on the drum.

He also randomly sings the EIEIO part of Old McDonald. SOOO funny!

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My son hums to himself. Soooo cute!

Yesterday I napped while The Boy napped. When he woke, after several attempts at quietly mewling, "mama...", The Boy took his binkie and threw it out of the crib, and said, "CHA!" which is how he says, "CATCH!"


Today The Girl was holding onto The Boy. They were both on the floor and he was playing with something and she had him over her belly and wasn't letting go. He finally bit her on the nose. I had to chastise both of them.

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OMG I got SOOO mad at her the other day I could've KILLED her! I left the room for a MOMENT to put something in the laundry like one room away and when I came back she had him on the floor, belly to belly and was PUNCHING him in the kidneys! Now, she can't give a really hard punch but WTF??? She almost didn't live out that day.

ok THAT said, I do have a couple of cute things I've been meaning to get down:

The Girl calls all news shows on TV, "Weather". So if I put on the news for a minute, she says, "Mama, I don't want to watch the weather." I love this!

She calls Aunt Jessica, "Aunt Jekissa". Which I LOVE!

You can't put too much food on The Boy's plate all at once. The more food on there, the more he tries to stuff into his mouth all at once. But once he's eating, you'd better keep food on his plate because as soon as it's empty, he picks it up & starts waving it around, like, "Hello? Empty plate here!" OR he just drops it on the floor in protest.


EVERYTHING is "NA!" which means "No!" So...
"Hey, Sebastian! Is that spaghetti good?"...
"Na!" ~shakes head 'no', grins, takes another bite~...
"Would you like some more?"... "Na!" ~shakes head, grinning, continues eating voraciously~....
"Do you love mama?".... "Na!" ~shakes head~...
It goes on and on.


and ok this is hysterical! Gwen said, "Da-ee" for Daddy like eight months or so before she said, "mama". For that eight months or so I was, "Ba". I shared my name, "Ba," with 'banana', 'blanket', and 'kitchen'. If I was standing in the kitchen with bananas, I had no idea what she wanted.

Sebastian, on the other hand, says, "Mama" and "Da-ee" with ease. He knows full well who is who. When he first wakes up and Daddy gets him out of the crib, it's a gleeful, "DA-ee!" When he comes home from work, it's an excited, "Da-ee!" you get the picture. BUT about a million times a day for no reason at all, he goes to Daddy and lifts his little arms to be picked up and says, "Mama!" and Daddy says, "I'm not mama." and he says happily, "Mama!" and Daddy says, "I'm not mama.

This goes on and on and it CRACKS me up EVERY time!