– Mother of two girls (E & S, ages 5 & 3) and one boy (T, 1)
– Wife to a wonderful husband, the man I love always (but especially when he agrees to take our kids swimming in water that is way too cold for me…)
– Skills: sleepwalking, reheating leftovers, and snuggling my kiddos.
– Areas to improve: everything else.
– Motto: With 3 under the age of 6, it’s probably not going to be easy, so let’s make it fun!
– Currently feeling: blessed to be within earshot of all the noise (and prematurely nostalgic, if that’s possible…the days are long, but the years are going by much too quickly!)
E (age 4): “My favorite noise is the ice cream truck.”
Mom: “My favorite noise is the sound you make when you hear the ice cream truck.”
E: “The noise I want to make when I hear the ice cream truck is with my feet: 'Stomp, stomp, stomp', running to the ice cream truck.”
Mom: That would be a great noise!
E: It would be…unless a chigger bit me when I was outside. Then I would make a crying noise. You wouldn’t like that noise.
Mom: No. I wouldn’t like that noise, but I hope if you ever are crying, I am close enough to hear it, so I can help.
E: But what if someday, you are not close enough?!
Mom: You can call me! Or you can remember that I always want to help, and maybe that will make you feel better. The mommy in your heart will always listen.
E: Unless I say it in a whiny tone, mom! You said your ears don’t hear whiny tones!
Mom: Can I tell you a secret, E?
Mom: My ears hear all of your tones. I’m just trying to teach you to say things in ways that are not whiny.
E: That means you told a lie, mom.
(At least she’s easily distracted . . . I think I hear the ice cream truck . . .)
Wishing all my readers lots of joyful noise.