As a parent, you see your kids do things that make you so proud all the time. Those are the things you share as Facebook statuses, or eagerly text to your own mom. What we don’t always talk about are the ridiculous things your kiddos do, that make you raise an eyebrow, stifle a laugh, or even act like your kids aren’t yours in public. Because we’ve all been there. A friend of mine told me they were out last week, and her kids were flipping out in the checkout lane. She so embarrassed that she turned to the woman behind her, and as she rolled her eyes, she said: this is the last time I offer to babysit for my sister. Which is actually kind of brilliant, and I am mentally filing that one away to use later.
Sometimes, the silly things they do end up being the most memorable ones. And there’s just no place in the baby book for goofy things – but let’s be real here, who has time to keep a baby book?! Here are some silly things my girlies have been doing and saying lately:
Yesterday, London managed to completely strip down in the backyard not once, but twice. And the second time, she almost made it into the front yard – oh, and she was dancing. And her dancing is more of a full body wiggle with a pelvic thrust. Unsure what the HOA bylaws are about nudity?
While in the checkout lane at the grocery store, Peyton loudly told me she loved the “Elsa braid” on the lady in front of us. The lady turned around. “The lady” was a very hardened-looking biker MAN with a long braid sticking out of his bandana. He was not amused.
I was in the living room, changing an especially messy diaper courtesy of Addy, when I hear Peyton scold London about playing in the dog food bowls. I yell for Lo to come over by me… she came running, with a big smile on her face. I asked her what was so funny. As she opened her mouth, an entire handful of dog food came pouring out of her mouth. As I stared at her, speechless, she yells, “yumma! yumma!”
London’s newest vocabulary word is butt. Whenever someone comes over and says “hello!” to her, her first response is, “butt!” When I change her or Addy’s diaper, she yells, “butt!” When she’s playing with a baby doll, she yells, “butt!” Speaking of London talking, she has finally added “no” to her vocab, but for the longest time, she’d answer every question with “yes”. Peyton’s favorite game was repeatedly asking, “Hey, London, did you poop?” and London would say “yes” every.single.time. regardless of if we were home, in the car, or in the middle of Target.
We were at our friends’ house for dinner and a boat ride. Peyton turns to their daughter (who is in her 20s), and declares she wants to be part of their family. The daughter came up with a sweet response about how friends are part of their family. Peyton said, “No. You don’t get it – I’m going to live here.”
Our koi pond has been being terrorized by a raccoon. We finally caught it in a trap this morning, and the girls were a little too excited to go out and look at it. London pointed, laughed, and called it a puppy. Meanwhile, Peyton asked if we were going to “shoot it until it was dead, and then rip it apart.” No words. No words at all. For the record, he was safely released far, far away from our pond!
Peyton is always inventing these super imaginative games, and her latest is “Gallery”. She drags out her whole dress up bin, and turns the teepee and play kitchen into her dress up shop. London plays along for about 10 minutes before losing interest. The other day, they were playing and London went rouge. She got in her little push car, and started “driving” backwards into all of Peyton’s displays. Peyton shouted, “MOM! There is a crazy baby lady that’s just driving in my gallery, I think she had wine!”
The girls are both obsessed with brushing their teeth, and will literally stand in our bathroom, and brush for 5 minutes. Which is just long enough time for me to dry shampoo and top knot my hair.
Peyton is obsessed with the snapchat filters. A week or so ago, there was one that put your face inside a slice of bread. I took a video of Peyton laughing at herself. I asked what she was, and she responded, “I’m a carb!”
I told Peyton she couldn’t have cookies for breakfast, and as she’s throwing the tantrum of the year, London walks up to her with one of Adeline’s burp cloths, and wiped Peyton’s tears away, patted her back, and said “go away” – It was so sweet until it wasn’t.
And then there are times like this morning (after the raccoon chaos), where I find Peyton and London slow dancing in the middle of the living room.