Kid Stories
Bad Dream
My youngest daughter came into our room at around 3am this morning complaining of a bad dream. I calmed her down, brought her back to her own room, and proceeded to lay on the floor until she fell asleep. A little while later I was back in my own bed ready to fall back into that wonderful slumber. To my surprise, she soon was sleeping next to me (and stealing my covers)! I brought her back to her own bed where she stayed until the morning.
At breakfast there was some small talk about the nightmare she had that night. I did the usual consoling that parents do and everything was ok.
After dance practice tonight we were driving home and I got the entire story of the nightmare. Here is how it went.
“T”. I had a bad dream last night. Want to hear about it? So I was painting with Buddy. You know Buddy. Buddy is Alli. Well me and Buddy were painting these animals for my art class. They were really huge! Well they came to life and they were really scary! That’s why I kept getting up last night. I was scared of the animals we painted.
So there you have it. My A-ism of the day.
My Kids Like to Party.
This weekend was spent cleaning and organizing the house. Something we have wanted to for some time now. While sitting around with my youngest. This is the conversation that was had.
A – “Dad, I think we should get a doorbell on the door to our room.”
Me – “A doorbell? Why do you think you need a doorbell?”
A – “Well now that our room is clean, we are probably going to be spending a lot of time in there. What if we are having a party, a small party not a big party, and someone knocks on the door and we cant here them. I think a doorbell would be good so we always know when someone is there.”
Me – “Honey, as great of a thought as that is, I don’t think you need a doorbell on your door.”
A – “OK, dad. You’re the boss.”
Kid-ism’s
A-ism
On the way to school this morning I was trying to have a conversation with my youngest daughter. After repeating myself 3 times I got fed up and told her that she needs to clean the wax out of her ears. The following conversation took place.
A: I don’t have wax in my ears.
me: I shouldn’t have to repeat myself three times when I talk to you. If you don’t have wax in your ears then why is it that you can’t hear me when I am talking?
A: Don’t know Dad. Guess its just part of life.
So young and already setting herself up for a life of ignoring Dad. sigh….
T-ism
Walking through Wal-mart last night before an eye appointment, my oldest daughter asks me this question.
T: Dad, how many days have you been alive?
Now I could probably sit down and calculate it out but I thought it was a pretty funny and random question. Most kids ask in terms of years. “How old are you”. This is the first time I was asked to break it down in days. Guess I should work on an answer for her. She would get a kick out of knowing. I wonder if I need to account for leap years in order to obtain true accuracy. Hmm…This could be harder than I thought.
Tooth Fairy
The tooth fairy made another visit last night. Second trip this week for the youngest (once by me and once by her Mom.) She lost this one with a little help from dear old Dad. She was trying to eat corn on the cob and noticed some blood on it. We went to the bathroom and after a little persuasion, she let me grab it and pull it out. Didn’t cry. Not one bit! She made me proud.
Every time the tooth fairy makes a visit, I am afraid it will be its last. I am afraid one of the kids will see me sneak in or out and put two and two together or I am afraid the other kids at school will let them in on the “secret” and the fun will be gone for them (and me). Being a kid is awesome and my girls are the most awesome. They have that innocence that only a kid can have and to hear them talk about mythical beings makes my heart melt.
In relative terms, my time as the Tooth Fairy may be short lived but I will do everything in my power to walk softly and make sure that they enjoy this time as best they can. Sweet dreams girls.
“A”-ism from C.B.
Thought I would share another funny story from the weekend up in Council Bluffs. My youngest daughter who is 5 (known from here on out as “A”) fell asleep on the way up to C.B. Friday night. We finally rolled in around 12:45 in the morning and she awoke along with her sister “T”. After we were all situated and had the car unpacked, we put the girls to bed in their very own bedroom complete with little TV, VCR, and DVD player. Thinking they might need a little something to help them fall back asleep, Ashley’s Mom put on a cartoon for them to watch. We all proceeded to head to bed.
Now you would think the story ended there…but it doesnt. About 2:30 in the morning, “A” goes and knocks on Tom and Carol’s door. ”Hey, the movie is over. Now what should I do?” Can you believe her? 2:30 in the morning and she is wide awake! She proceeds to give Carol a tour of her own house showing her all the rooms and who is sleeping in what room. She then says “last time we were here, we had popcorn. I think we should have some popcorn tomorrow.” What a stinker! Carol proceeded to get her back to bed about 3 a.m. in the morning and the rest…was a sweet dream.
Funny Stories from C.B.
Tonight the kids and I went for a walk around the block. On the way back, a little “yapper” dog runs across the street barking up a storm. The owner walks around from the back yard yelling for “Mia” to come home. Mia didn’t listen and continued to bark at us. The owner apologizes and said that Mia got loose from him and wouldn’t return home. My youngest daughter yells back to him while she continues to walk “Maybe you should use a leash next time!” Oh how I love her, even when she can be so inappropriate!
Back to School
Today marked the day that many kids went back to school here in Kansas. My two were no exception. For my oldest daughter, it was her 1st day being a second grader. For my youngest, it was her first day of school ever as she entered the wonderful world of kindergarten.
Watching them sit at their desks with excitement in their eyes brings a sense of brief relief. For with every new day of school bring new challenges and obstacles to overcome. Will they make friends? Will they like their teacher? Will they pick up the curriculum with ease? What in that school lunch? All we can do as parents is sit back and hope that we provided the right tools and upbringing to help them on their little journeys. I feel confident in my little girls that they will enjoy every minute of school. But if not, I am here with a soft shoulder and a warm hug to help them along.
Funny Story
I would like to share a story that I find to be humorous. It involves myself, my youngest daughter and a microwave. I have a habit of leaving the microwave door open when I “cook.” My daughter likes to shut it. The problem is that the microwave is above the stove and my daughter is probably around 3 feet tall. This morning, in my haste, I again left the door open. In her usual fashion, she gets a running jump for the door and slams it shut. She then proceeds to walk away tossing her hair. She looks back at me and says “you’re welcome”. Now if you know my youngest, you would know that she is a bit of a firecracker. I had a hard time not laughing. Of course, I then have to try and explain to her that she cannot slam the door like that because it could break. She of course doesn’t understand. Oh to be a 5 year old again.