I was at Starbucks treating myself to a Latte. I managed to order above the chatter of my pack of children, then I made a fatal mistake: I added a newspaper. After getting my credit card back, I gathered the gang and walked out of the store with the paper under my …
Me: I feel really happy right now. I just wanted to tell you that.
Six-year-old son: Why are you so happy?
Me: Well, we have a safe and beautiful home, reliable cars, enough to eat and all the love we can handle. I feel like the richest woman in the world.
Son: Love is what …
1) Answer every Santa-related question with a question, and however your kid answers, go with it:
How do YOU think he gets down the chimney?…Wow! I never even imagined he gets Floo Powder from elves in the the wizarding world! That makes such perfect sense!
2) When that doesn’t work, say you don’t know:
Well, I’ve …
This morning after finally getting all three kiddos off to school, I lumbered into the bathroom to take out my contacts. I unscrewed the left-side lid, popped out the lens and put the lid back on. Next I unscrewed the right-side lid. Instead of a bath of sterile solution, I discovered that …
Once upon a time, when we still needed babysitters, my niece offered to watch the kids while we went out with my brother and sister-in-law. Her only payment was that the kids had to play the card game of comparisons “Apples to Apples” with her. No problem. The kids were more than …
I recently realized that I had been bribing my four year old a bit too much with goodies. In response to my, “I’m so proud of you,” this is what she had to say: “There’s no use in being proud. Just give me a treat.”
My son came back from a playdate at a new friend’s house. “Their house is SO much cleaner than ours,” he said.
I told him not to see that friend again; that family’s a bad influence.
Most night my son asks me to tell him a story before bed. A NEW one each time. Getting desperate, last night I told him the entire Hawaiian Brady Bunch episode–complete with talisman necklace, ancient burial grounds, hairy spider and Mr. Hanalai–and passed it off as my own.
The other day at dinner, I asked my seven-year-old son if he had thought about what he wanted to do for his next birthday. His eyes grew wide and then he said, “I know! I’ll have a Rodent Dr. Pepper party!”
When I asked what this could possibly mean, he explained that the kids who were allowed to have it could drink Dr. Pepper. We would also buy enough rodents so that each party guest could go home with one. When I asked whether the rodents would be allowed to drink Dr. Pepper, my son gave me an incredulous look. Because, you know, what a silly question.
A native Austinite and soccer-playing mom, Nicole Basham uses her seven-year-old son as an excuse to rediscover her hometown. In Thoreau’s words, her mission is to “suck out all the marrow of life,” or in her son’s words, to cultivate in him a love of “advenchers”.
Every time it rains my daughter says, “Look mom, God’s watering the plants again, and it sure is a lot of it. Don’t you think he’s wasting a lot of water, like you say when I leave the faucet on?”
Chiamommas are four different mommas who love to blog about our day-to-day life.
Do you ever have those moments when you realize your child has her own interpretation of a phrase you take for granted?
I asked my daughter to turn off the light in her room. She enthusiastically replied: “Yes! Because we don’t want to erase our electric city!”
Do you think the power company could use that as a motto?
I recently weaned my two-and-a-half year old son. One night after several minutes of cuddling before bed he asked, “Me not nurse… why you need nipples?” I told him that was an excellent question and thought to myself that he’ll figure that one out soon enough.
Overheard at the airport:
Dad: Let’s see if we can find something in our bag for you to play with. Oh wait, do you want some of your water?
Three-year-old: But I don’t want to play with my water! I want to THROW something!
Typical travel with kids.