Sunday 19 August 2012

An Elway Explanation

Today was a relatively decent day (said the mommy in her head, trying to drown out the 4 year old screaming that he "won't poo" from the washroom, and the 1 year old chanting, "Mama" and grappling at her knees -which ever so recently she found so adorable). Except for one part.

Earlier on, after a particularly enjoyable pretend picnic, I was folding some laundry outside while my son was reading and my daughter was wandering about teething on leftover pretend utensils, when suddenly the moment of serenity ended.

White gunk was on my baby girls bottom lip, and a sour expression combined with confusion was in her eyes.

After rushing over and wiping frantically, I knew before Elway helped me to uncover the truth that my princess just tasted bird poo.

Joy.

I of course shoved my finger in her mouth and tried to pull everything I could off of her tongue while running inside and finding a way to angle her head under the kitchen faucet to flush as much shit out of her grin as humanly possible. All the while, Elway explained away.

"Mommy it was not my fault!! A bird pooped on my book and Isla was standing there with the spoon. She gave it to me. She was sharing!!! It was great...cause I needed to clean the poop off my page. It was all white over the words and I couldn't understand what Geronimo was saying so I had to wipe it off. I just used the spoon, but I didn't tell her to eat it. She did that on her OWN!!!"

Overall, a relatively decent day. I'll just be standing post for signs of illness. Parasites. UGH.

Friday 17 August 2012

In Elways Honest Opinion- Art

Every now and then, a mother who LOVES her kids but is typically exhausted, often quite frustrated, and feels like she beats her head against the wall saying the same things over and over and over with no ending in sight...gets a break. A moment when it all seems worth it, and even more. A moment when we remember just how precious any given moment of our lives can be. Today, this was mine. 

So...
Elway's playing with blocks, making his "art", and Isla tried to help, but was "wrecking the art!!". I said, "She doesn't mean to.. she doesn't even know what art is".

About minute of silence from the next room where they are playing passes, and then Elway starts to explain.

"Isla let me explain. Art is like big picture, or new idea or a sad or happy feeling that you want to tell, that sometimes other people see, and sometimes they think its just blocks.----- And, ...actually... Mommy!! Isla is not wrecking my art!! She is making it better!!"