- “Did you come to see Granny?”
- “No, I came to see the birds.”
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The kids were eating breakfast, and I look over at Enzo who has his hand curved over his upper lip.
“Mom, I have a mustache”
I said “What kind of mustache?”
“A hand mustache”
“Who taught you that, Enzo?”
“Well, I did!”
After being on steroids for 3 days, Enzo was acting crazy. He was throws fits and crying and refusing to do anything we asked. I told him if he did not start doing what he was asked to do I was going to throw away the Mater Tall Tales video game I bought for him. Of course, he was still acting crazy and throwing fits. So, I pretended to throw away the game. We finally got him calmed down and off to school. When he got home, he asked if I would buy him another game. I told him sure. I had already put the game back up with the other games. The next morning, I hear this excited scream from Enzo saying “Thank you, Mommy! Thank you, Mommy!” I look in the living room, and he is holding the game. I felt bad for lying, but I love how appreciative he was about getting the “new” game.
When I walked into the kids’ school to pick them up, Ms. Amy (Skye’s teacher) looked at me, smiled and said “you have the funniest kids! Skye tooted on me today and then laughed like it was the funniest thing ever!”
It was 8:30 at night and Enzo had been watching the iPad in bed. As I go in to tell him he needs to get to sleep, he looks up at me and starts to cry. “Don’t do this to me, mommy! Don’t do it!” Why do kids fight going to sleep so much?
This morning the kids were getting ready to go to the jingle jammies party at MDO and I was going to get Skye dressed in her penguin night gown. So I whipped off her wet diaper and found Surprise Poopy Pants. Everyone else was busy getting ready for the day so there I was trying to hold two hands and two feet out of the poop and try to get the wipes that were just out of reach. I ran interference with a new diaper to try and busy her hands, got the wipes and started to clean her up. Finally, help arrived and we got her dressed. I started to put her leggings on when Skye played her finale…poop on the bottom of her foot.
This is a conversation between Enzo and his Aunt Sandra:
So, Skye woke up from her nap and Enzo started asking her “Skye, where’s my racetrack?”, “Skye, do you have my racetrack?” So I said “Skye just woke up, she doesn’t know.” He asked her again, and again, I said that she didn’t know. Then Enzo said, “Aunt Sandra, I talking to Skye.”
We have a blanket we keep on the couch to use while watching tv. As it laid on the couch, Enzo began to jump. He knows not to do this. I yelled “Enzo! Do not jump on the couch!” Enzo’s response, “I’m not jumping on the couch. I am jumping on the blanket!”
“Skye is eating yogurt off the floor,” Enzo says. “Where did the yogurt come from?” Sandra asks. We are not sure, but we get Skye to come into the living room, where we are all sitting. A few minutes later, Scott walks into the kitchen. “What is this?” he says as he notices something on the floor where Skye had been siting. “Oh, I think it is cat vomit!”
So Enzo was walking around grabbing his bottom. “Do you need to poop, Enzo?”
He continues to walk around playing with his bottom and I heard a few toots. “Enzo, are you sure you don’t need to try and poop?”
“Ok, I poop,” as Enzo runs to the bathroom. “Bring me the iPad and drink!”
I begin to laugh and tell Scott what a typical man Enzo is becoming by needing something to read on the potty, and Enzo says “I not read. I play games on the potty.”