There is no secret that Dash is my charmer. I often tell any adult man to take notes from the master. But he hit a new high this morning with his mother. I made him some cereal, and he asked for more milk a few minutes in. When I told him I was happy to get him more milk, he responded with, “Mom, you are great!” And then when I sighed like I was in love, he said, “And mom, you are beautiful.” Who wouldn’t want to wake up to this boy? And then the ultimate…maybe of all time! As I was bringing his milk over to him, he looked right at me, and said, “Mom…you are my angel.” And then I promised to give him anything in the whole world he ever wants!
A huge 76th Happy Birthday to my mom.
Or in Micah’s words, “Patty Poo”.
Or in Navy’s words, “Pat Ure”.
Or in Dash’s words, “Nonnie”.
Or in Pippi’s words, “NaNaNaNaNaNa”.
Or in Scout’s, “The Old Granny”.
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No matter what name you are called….you are the BEST!
I remember when Brett told me she would never go anywhere with her kids because it was way too hectic. I thought she was a lightweight, and that I would totally take my kids places. And I do, but many times wish I didn’t.
For example:
While strolling through a restaurant supply, I looked over and saw this.
Pippi standing loose from the seat belt, and Dash walking the rim of the cart.
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So I put a responsible young woman in charge of the hooligans.
She was smart enough to put the Pips in the main part of the cart, but Dash and Navy were out of control.
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Brett….I think you were on to something.
I love watching this girl color or write, because she pays serious attention to the details.
She gets hyper focused, and turns out great work.
Which is a far cry from my get-it-done-sloppy-and-fast-and-brag-that-I-was-done-first boy.
Dash’s birthday ride is a hit.
And at times, he is nice enough to let three other knuckleheads hop on for a foursome.
My kids have been glued to The Little Rascals lately. I usually don’t let them watch anything in the car unless it is educational (Leap Frog, Scripture movies, Chinese), but when I hear belly laugh after belly laugh, I sometimes give in. And since The Little Rascals is new to Dash, it is especially fun to see him loving it.
But there may be some adverse side effects.
#1. I was upstairs when I heard Dash getting frustrated with his magnets. And then I heard, “I hate your stinking guts magnets!”
#2. I think he sees Darla as cute, which unfortunately introduces “girls” to my sweet three year old.
#3. When I asked the kids who they want to be from the Little Rascals, Scout said either Spanky or Alfalfa. Navy said for sure Darla. And Dash — without hesitation — said he was Butch. When I asked him why, he said, “Because he is the bad guy!” Uh oh.
And when he intentionally hurt Pippi yesterday, and I asked, “Why in the world would you do that?”, he responded, “Mom, it is because I am BUTCH!”
Here Butch is with his meanest face.
Life is a little like Deja Vu right now. Five years ago, as I would sit at my computer, Scout would spend his time next to me, jumping from the counter. And then I would stop what I was doing and take a photo shoot.
Now…five years later…
It is Dash jumping for our photo shoot.
And Pippi ruining it all — just like Navy in the good ol’ days.
Each morning, as I make the kid’s lunch, I tell them to eat their fruit and veggies first. According to the kids, they always do. But as I opened Scout’s backpack this morning to retrieve his lunch bag, I smelled the strong stench of a rotten banana. I asked him why he hadn’t eaten his banana, and he gave me some song and dance about why it was still in there. I told him I would give him another chance to eat his banana first.
And then I packed his lunch.
One…
Two…
Three bananas.
And that was it.
I figured that if he only had bananas to choose from, it wouldn’t be a hard decision.
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After school, when I picked him up, I asked him how his lunch was. Then he started cracking up and said, “Mom! Why did you only give me bananas? I NEVER want a banana in my lunch again!”
I love Dash’s DayDay almost as much as he does. And each time I grab it and cuddle it, I say, “Oooh! I love this DayDay. It is my favorite.” And then I give it a few good smells while oohing and aahing, and then say:
“It smells a little bit like…”
Dash — “Potty.”
Me — “And a little bit like…”
Dash — “Sweaty boy.”
Me — “And a LOT like…”
Dash — “Dashy!”
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And although I would cuddle that thing all day long, he swipes it back from me, and rubs the fabric between his right hand, while he sucks his two pointer fingers on his left.
Scummy is the Instagram rep for the local Old Navy.
Apparently she needed two of the best models around, so she begged me to use Navy and Dash.
I reluctantly obliged.
Navy turned out so cute, and loved the star-like attention.
And this boy was a perfect gentleman I was told. And you would think that he was just modeling extra cute, but the real deal is that he slept on his neck wrong and walked around for two days with his head like this. Scummy was cracking up when she took him because he never had his head normal.
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Payment you ask?
They were paid a See’s Candy sucker.
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