Funny Stuff…

As you probably already know, breastfeeding babies who are teething are also notorious for biting their mothers while nursing– only because biting is what they do during this stage. Noah has been biting me to near tears for the last month. I take it away from him and strongly say, “No Noah. No biting.” I wait a moment, and then allow him to nurse again.

The boobie biting is not at all the “funny stuff” y’all. It is the stuff tears are made of!

What’s IS funny is how closely your children listen to you, just when you are too nieve and think they are too little to understand or just never listen. Bella has blurted out “fuck” in the middle of a playdate with other preschoolers. Yes, she listens. She is a sponge. So for every curse word out of our mouths– 25 crunches. I’m sure the other preschool mothers think we are rednecks. Just because I’m southern and my favorite word is “Y’all” doesn’t mean I’m a redneck. But, alas, this isn’t the funny stuff either.

Today we sat on the couch, having a quiet moment before we put the kiddos down for their naps. Bella says her Baby is tired. She grabs the baby (a glow worm) and says, “Nursy time.” She pulls up her shirt, puts the baby up to her chest, and starts “nursing” her baby as she rocks back and forth. Just like a real mommy! Just like me! She watches and observes how I engage with Noah and she is learning from me! This made Jeremy and I both start laughing quietly (as not to make her feel self-concious). But the funny part? As she nursed her doll and we watched, she made me get up and leave from my laughter when she busted out a “Oh, no, Baby! No BITING!”

We caught this picture later tonight when she fed her baby again before bedtime…

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Bella has been talking in intelligent sentences for a while now. She makes witty and observant comments about the world around her. She counts to ten and I have no idea how she learned to. This rather sudden change in Bella’s vocabulary and interactions lead to the following conversation over coffee this morning:

Me to Jeremy: Baby, I think we have a Prodigy child. I’m not kidding! What are we going to do when the Press finds out about this? 

Jeremy: Your Prodigy is over there in the corner picking boogers. Why don’t we not worry about the Press for now and just get her a tissue.” 

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Lastly on the funny stuff:

A 75+ year old neighbor (who has NEVER even said hello or waved to us before) randomly came strolling by our house today “to chat”. Jeremy is outside cutting some crown molding for our living room. The old man asks what Jeremy is doing to the inside of the house. The old guy inquires whether we filed for a permit with the City to build our work shed in our back yard (last summer’s project). Jeremy said no. He said, “Well, some of the neighbors have been talking about that. We already researched whether you filed for a permit. We think you should tear your shed down and start over again after you file for the permit to build.”

HHHHHAAA! Ha, hah, haaaa! Now THAT is some funny shit, Y’all!

What-EVER, Old Man! The shed was expensive (we aren’t rich people) and it was hard work (for Jeremy).The problem isn’t our shed. Why really cares about a little old shed? The problem is the older, gossipy curmudgeons in this neighborhood who want to bully and dominate the young families. No Sir! Obstinance and stubborness are no match for youth and vigor here, my Friend. Bugger off, and go share THAT with your old friends at your next Bingo game.

We will pay a fine, we will file for a permit, etc. But I can tell you, my Internet Friends, we will not be tearing down any sheds in the near future. No. If the old man wants to tear it down, I’d pay to watch. Now that would be some funny stuff…

Posted by: stepherz | 01-29-2007 | 10:01 PM
Posted in: Just Me | Momma