Another Wording Mistake

I just have to add to my previous post about my kids and their knack for saying the wrong word.

Caleb has had some chapping under his lip and just said to us, "My lip is chopped."

Sure.

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Say That Again

-Abby was working on her research project while she was home sick this week.  She was told to look online to learn more about her animal of study, the Okapi.

The what?  Yes, the okapi.  Pretty sure that when I was in first grade, I was still learning about the basic animals that Noah could currently spot.

Anyway, she told me, "I'm allowed to look online.  I can go to Google and Ikeapedia."

Ikeapedia? 

When I asked if she meant, "Wikipedia," she said, "Oh, that's right!  Wikipedia!"

What a different world my little girl lives in than I did.

-Caleb has painful chapping under his lip right now.  He just came out of his room and said, "I need some more gasoline for my face."

Could he mean "vasoline?"  Let's hope so.

The Chronicles Of Poop

No one ever told me how much being a mother would involve poop.

Yes, I figured it out that I would be changing a bunch of diapers for the first couple of years.  I guess I just failed to see that it would be a couple of years-per child. 

Even so, I figured once they were potty trained, my concern for their bowel movements would not be that high on my list of things to worry about. 

Not true.

While Abby is a sweet girl who does her business and sees no need to describe it to me, I also have a son.  Mr. Caleb finds it fascinating to see how big his movements can get or what the shape resembles.  I cannot tell you how many times that I have heard the phrase, "Mom, you gotta look at this!" come from the bathroom.  Add on his stomach issues and needing miralax every day, my professional skills with the plunger and I am pretty much over discussing Caleb's poop.

Oh, but wait-I have a second son. 

Noah seems to have read the book on "How to be a boy to your mom who is a girl" and really worked on his special present for me yesterday.

He was napping (i.e. goofing off in his pack-n-play in my room) when I checked on him.  I could smell the poop from the stairway so I figured I was in for it.  When I picked him up, I realized that he had taken off his pants.  After I placed him on my bed to change him, I noticed that he had poop everywhere. 

Everywhere.  On his legs.  On his shirt.  On his fingers.  And, oh yes, on his face.

Now, my first reaction was to leave and flee.  If he is independent enough to remove his pants, then he can clean himself up, right?

I finally remembered his age of 17 months, grabbed the wipes and got to work.

Unfortunately, he must have been playing around in there for quite awhile because it took a lot of work to clean his hands.  I used those wipes and scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed the poop off his fingers.  Noah, of course, sat there giggling.  Nick's son was not making me very happy.

I finally cleaned him up and went into Caleb's room to get new clothes.  When I told Caleb that Noah had pooped everywhere, he said, "Oh, I want to see!"

I immediately shut the door before he could follow me.

After putting Noah back down to nap and washing my hands for a very, very long time, I heard Abby run to the bathroom.  As I ran upstairs and held her hair back as she lost her two saltine crackers and ginger ale, I thought, "No, Abby, you're my clean, pretty girl that doesn't gross me out!"

But, instead, I rubbed her back and told her that everything would be okay.

And it will be. 

Why Did I Leave The House?

Ever have one of those mornings where you probably should have just stayed home?

Got everyone ready for school this morning.  Started getting texts from friends warning me about the roads.  Apparently, there was black ice and accidents everywhere.  Sure, why not?  I was just wearing flip flops two days ago so that makes perfect sense.  Ah, Ohio-you have such lovely weather.

Packed the backpacks and the diaper bag, grabbed my camera and purse, and headed out the door.  At first, I thought, "The roads are fine.  What's all the fuss about?"  Then I actually left my neighborhood. 

Cars were off the road, crashed into each other everywhere.  Once I turned onto the next street, I noticed that the traffic was just sitting there.  So, we joined in and sat there.  Finally got to my carpool friend's neighborhood, where I had to wait to turn into because two (yes, two) tow trucks were blocking the entrance, saving stranded drivers.  Finally got in there, picked up her daughter and left my crying Noah there (had to volunteer in Abby's class today and that goes much easier without Noah) and got back on the road. 

Went about three miles an hour for awhile.  A long while.  Thought about turning onto another road at one point, but then the school bus beat me to it so I figured that he was not the best person to follow.  Finally reached another street where we could get out of the never-ending line of cars and cut through the lovely Indian Hill.

Amazing.  The wealthy people of Indian Hill even get to avoid traffic.  No one was on those roads.

Eventually got to school, only ten minutes late, where they were thankfully not counting tardies since the whole city was running late.  Checked in the preschoolers and headed to Abby's class.  As I sat in the back of the classroom, about to help lead the students in exercises where they learn what it is like to be blind, I noticed that Abby was not looking too great.  She came back to me, said her stomach hurt, then put her hand over her mouth and ran to the bathroom.

Good news-she made it to the bathroom.  Bad news-the bathroom is a kindergarten bathroom, where the toilet is really low to the ground, so half of what she lost landed on the floor.

As I rubbed her back and held her hair back (really wishing that she had put a headband in this morning), my heart hurt for her.  Thankfully, another parent was in the building that could take over my assigned duties and I got Abby out of there pretty quickly. 

Grabbed some ginger ale and saltines on the way home, picked up Noah (who had not yet taken a nap since he was still being grumpy about me abandoning him-little stinker) and got everyone home.

Best part of it all?  Abby was moaning in the backseat when I asked her, "So, what movie do you want to watch when we get home?"  I heard silence and then, "I get to do that?"

Oh, sweet girl.  That is the only good part of being sick...laying on the couch in front of the tv.

So, now she is laying around, watching Annie and sipping ginger ale.  And I am wondering why I left the house at all.

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Underground Railroad

Okay, so perhaps I am bragging, but I just had to share what my little 1st grader wrote for her theme, I know a lot about the underground railroad."  The students had to pretend that they were traveling the Underground Railroad.

One night there was a storm.  Now is the time, my dad said.  Earlyer we had sung songs telling it was time to go.  Tomorrow there was no work, so Master woud't miss us.  We began to pack some food.  Soon we were all ready.  We set out in the storm.  We were both very nevous.  Soon it was almost dawn.  We hid in a cave.  We waited until dusk.  Then we started out again.  Hour after hour we walked.  Days past and one lucky day we came to a safe house.  We knew it was safe because we saw a lantern in the window.  The people there were Qackers.  The next day they took us to another safe house-the church.  we hid under a secret hideout underneath the floor.  At night we started out again.  Soon we came to a river.  Lake Erie, my dad said to me.  He made a sign on the ground.  Someone came and looked for us.  We jumped out of hiding.  The person gave us very good clothes.  We dressed like we were going to church.  That will make you look like you are free, the person said.  He helped us get on a boat.  After many days of riding, He said I see land!  We went very fast in the boat and soon we came to land.  We were finnaly free!  We were very happy.  We had been a slave all our lives and now we were free.  It was January first, 1912.  We were extra happy.  We had took our freedom.  We hope someday the whole world will be in freedom.  Until then, I hope we can help as many as we can.  Mabe even one hundred!  I hope people will be free soon.

Love it.

I must mention that her teacher did correct the year of 1912-I think she has read so many American Girl books that are set during that time period that she just automatically wrote it.

I love the little shout out to camp by mentioning Lake Erie.  In her seven-year old world, that is the only big water that she could think of, apart from the ocean.

What a worldview she has, to think that helping one hundred people is a lot.  Compared to the whole world of people in need.  I suppose, though, that should be our view as well.  Instead of thinking the whole world is hopeless and there is nothing that one person can do, we should start by helping one person. 

I love my little writer.