Angel woke up this morning with a yucky cold. I asked her to eat her cereal & she replied, ”Wait. I have to go to the baffroom. If I go, I will feel better.” (Then pointing to her bladder), “I have a headache.”
A few minutes, coughs & sniffs later…
“Can I go to Gigi’s house, & lay on her couch & watch a movie?
I will not put snot on her.”
Below, I caught her as she was sniffing. Bein’ sick is jus’ no fun.
This morning, Braylon had his cell phone out, along with me and his dad. Angel felt a little left out. So she went upstairs and grabbed her Tinkerbell flip phone and started chatting with Braylon in a pseudo-cell convo just feet away from him.
Then she got up & went to the backyard for a bit, returning a minute later.
When I asked her why she went outside, she said it was cause she had to finish her call.
It’s pretty sad when your cell phone service at home, sucks so bad that your daughter copies you by going outside to talk on her lil fake phone {it’s not AT&T or our new Windows phones; it’s the cell towers in Wilsonville that need work}.
So lame! But we jus’ had to laugh.
This morning, Angel went to use the bathroom, but her uncle Clint was in there. She waited for him to come out, and when he did, he had no shirt on. She looked at him, surprised and said, “You’re hairy!” He just smiled, nodded and replied, “Yep, that’s just me.”
She smiled back & said, “AWESOME!”
I lost count of how many times Angel said to me today, “Mommy… I love you.” At one point, after she said it like 10 times in 10 minutes, I’m embarrassed to admit that it kinda got old. Then I felt guilty for getting annoyed. So I say to her gently, “I love you too, Angel, but can you say that differently? Say something else?” And she smiles & a few minutes later says,
“Mommy?”
“Yeah?”
“You’re the best. The best girl ever“.
That was awesome.
Then came the, I love you “more-than”s. My favorites were “monkeys bars” and “turd buckets”. I was just tickled to hear a new phrase – but to hear you’re loved more than a turd bucket – well, there are just no words.
The other night the kids were at the table finishing their dinner and Angel says, “Mommy, I want some ice cream!” but she says “ice” with her lil Texan accent, which makes it sound like, well…
Braylon goes, “Mom? Angel just said a cuss word.” We’ve known for months that when she says ice cream, it sounded more like “ass cream”, but it was just too funny to correct.
We simply smiled at Braylon and said, “I know. She doesn’t mean to, buddy.” We’ll train her to say “ice” the right way, in time (before she’s made fun of)…but I like the lil Texan in her voice & want to hear it as long as I can! Unlike Braylon, she is a Texan, after all.
I’m listening to my girl in the bathroom & this is what I just heard:
“wait a sunket! what… in..the…weird?”
it’s gone come out.
one come out…
one come out…
one come out…
(pause) whatcha doin’ mommy? workin’ on yer pooter?
(pause) ok, i’m done.”
At McDonald’s Play Land, I sat from afar & watched this scene ~ a little girl in a purple dress approached Angel & this was the conversation:
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Hi! I’m Sarah! What’s your name?
- Angel
Hi! I’m five.
- I’m free. I have gum when I’m five.
You’re three? I was three when I was a little girl. (pause)… You wanna be friends?
- Ya!
Okay!
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…and off the two of them went, hand in hand, into the play structure. I thought about how complicated it can be for grown-ups to gain a friend, & then laughed to myself as pictured that exact scene between two grown men.
“My tummy says, ‘I’m Humgry!’ I like angel-cerral.’” (Cupcake Pebbles. “Pebbles” from the Flintstones, she says looks like her friend, Dru, and she says she looks like Bam-Bam, on the cereal box).
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