Maya’s Fairytale

Maya wanted me to tell her a story today, but not read one from a book; I had to think of the darn thing myself!  This is a talent I just do not have.  Here’s the best that I could do:

Once upon a time there was a beautiful little girl named Maya.  She had ketchup all over her face from her hot dog, peed on the potty two times that day and really liked to jump on beds.  She had a big brother named Matthew and a very strong, secure sense-of-self.  She loved kisses and hugs from her Mommy, being tossed in the air by her Daddy, and playing with her brother’s Transformers.  And we all loved her very much.  The End.

See?  Not the most creative story in the world but she was a big fan

Lost in Translation

Matthew had a problem the other day and after finally finding out what it was, he wanted Daddy to know but didn’t want to say anything. I asked him if he wanted me to talk to him and he nodded yes. Then another problem came up a few days later; he wanted a peanut butter and jam sandwich for breakfast but Daddy insisted he eat the eggs he was making that morning. Matthew came up to me, told me the problem, and asked very seriously “Can you talk to him?”. I guess I need to explain the difference between a real “problem” and a petty annoyance.

Marriage according to a 5-yr-old

We were at a store today and passed by some fancy dresses for little girls. Matthew said they were wedding dresses so girls can go to weddings. Then he turned to me and announced that he’s going to marry Chanel, and there will be flowers, babies, and candy. LOL. I hope he keeps his expectations this low when his time comes.

First taunt at school :(

I just found out tonight that some kid the other day called my little boy a name at school. “Underpants”. Some kid called him underpants! And hurt his feelings so bad it “crippled my heart” he says. And why did this kid feel it necessary to tease my son? Because Matthew kinda sucks at colouring and just basically scribbles. Nice. So I hugged my baby boy and told him some kids like to make themselves feel good by making other kids feel bad, and if he wants we can start practicing his colouring so he gets better at it. I don’t know if that was the right thing to do or if it made my baby feel better and I guess I’ll probably never know. Matthew did tell his teacher and the other kid apologized but I’m sorry, the Mama Bear in me wants to go to that school yard on Tuesday and ream this kid out!