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Watching Daddy go grayer by the second

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We went away this weekend for a family trip to celebrate Tate’s birthday. Unfortunately, a combination of bad weather and a bad cold (mine) found us back at the hotel earlier than expected, with the children looking for something to do.

Cat, 7, decided to make her own fun. She put my bra on over her nightgown and then went around to her father, sister, and I holding up the cups and saying, “Change? Anyone got change for a pretty lady?”

I burst out laughing but her father was not as amused. “Ummm. Don’t you think you should tell her that isn’t appropriate?” he said.

“You are right dear,” I replied. “Cat honey, Mommy has a life lesson for you. Do not ask men to put change in your bra. Ask for paper bills. With BIG numbers on them.” I fell back laughing onto the bed.

Darling Hubby, whose face and hair were noticeably grayer than when the conversation started yelled, “Daddy has a new rule. No one in our family gets to make money by people putting ANY kind of money in ANY of our underpants.”

There go the retirement and college funds.


Maybe THIS is what she meant???

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Within 30 minutes of handing me the teen romance novel, I heard from downstairs, “No, YOU go tell her.”

Curiosity piqued, I closed down my work email and started downstairs. Tate met me on the way. “Cat just threw up Mom. A LOT. ALL over the kitchen. It’s gross but impressive.”

She was accurate. On all counts.

As I waded (literally) into the mess to begin clean-up, Tate started rattling off a list of things she wanted as gifts for her upcoming birthday. Irritated, I asked “Tate, can’t you see that I am in the middle of something? And that it isn’t particularly pleasant?”

“Of course I can Mom,” she said. “You are cleaning up Cat’s barf. She thought you needed more romance, but I thought you could use a distraction.”


Ummmm…..thanks???

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Today was Library Day for Cat. Normally she brings home books from the Black Lagoon series or books about horses.

Today, she handed me a teenage love story book. “I got it especially for you Mom, because you don’t have enough romance in your life.”


I Ain't No Hollaback Girl, clearly

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Cat and I were snuggling at bedtime when she asked me what “Holla” means. “It’s something you say to your friends when you see them, like in the hallway, that means hi and I will catch up with you later. It’s slang.”

“For young people?” she asked.

“Exactly” I said.

“So I won’t be hearing YOU use it then,” she declared.

“Obviously. But thanks for the reminder.”

“No problem Mommy, I just didn’t want you to forget that you are really really old.”

“Duly noted. Good night Cat.”

“Holla Mom.”


That would be tubular, dude

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We spent the day at Virginia Beach today, enjoying beautiful weather and a nice surf.

Aidan and Mack both love to ride the waves. Aidan, in particular, can’t get enough of the ocean. Several times I saw him wipe out massively and I was sure he’d come up crying. But every time it was a big grin and another few steps out to sea.

At dinner this evening, we talked about the waves and how they are affected by the weather. Aidan opined, “It would be cool if there was a storm tonight, and it came and then it went away. Then tomorrow we would have radical water.”

All I can think is that my southern California upbringing somehow came out through the blood.


In between

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Byron’s office had his summer picnic today at a waterpark.

Aidan was somewhat discouraged because most of the slides and water activities were set up for people 48 inches or taller, and he isn’t quite there. After we stood in line for a ropes course only to find he couldn’t reach the rope, I suggested we walk over and join Reid in the “little kids” area.

We walked over to that section; Aidan took one look and said, “Oh I can’t go in there, Mommy. I would feel foolish.”


It's good when your kid makes you laugh

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This morning, Aidan came into my bed at about 6:00am and woke me up by saying, “Aidan, reporting for duty.” Snuggle duty. He’s a four-star general at that one.

A few days ago our electricity went out in a storm. The boys and I played and watched the storm for about half an hour and then Aidan announced he was going to watch TV. I laughed, “Aidan, the TV won’t work. It uses power.” He replied, “The TV has powers?!”

Yes, magical, magical powers.


Old story with a new ending

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Grandpa likes to tell the boys childhood stories using their names for the lead characters. For example last night The three pigs were Reid, Mack and Aidan. Since Grandpa was telling the story to Aidan, Aidan got the brick house.

Grandpa, “So the wolf huffed and puffed and huffed and puffed but he couldn’t blow the brick house down. Do you know what happened next, Aidan?”

Three-year-old Aidan, “I turned into the Black Power Ranger and killed the wolf.”