Which is why I haven’t said anything in a couple of days. Busy as all get out around the house. Cleaned out the attic, insulated it, and planned out the Bedroom Without Children! What a great thought that is….
Anyway, got lots going on. Grammy (our lady of perpetual motion) is here, so we are taking advantage of it. It does mean my time slaving over a hot keyboard is extremely limited.
Sometime in the next couple of days, I’ll give a recap of the interesting things…
Time to talk about the girls again. Lilah is so different from Rose, it ain’t even funny. She gets into everything! Lately she’s been playing buried treasure in the cat box, rearranging Psycho-Momia’s office and sewing table, and plunging the kiddie potty. Several times a day. Hell several times an hour! She also helps out by feeding the cats their crunchies. Several times an hour. If only I could be that productive…
Rose, on the other hand, excels at making my mind blanche in a sheer horror that only another dad could truly understand.
One night last week, we were all getting ready for bed. Rose sits down on our bed, and starts to get her jammies on. Pretty basic, right? Well, all of the sudden, she’s laying on the bed, with her legs up in the air, and says, “Dada, pat my yoni!”
I turned to look at Psycho-Momia with a look of abject horror. She just laughed…..
Rose also made a quip last week while we were getting ready for a snooze. I’m not even sure what the circumstance was, but out of nowhere she spouts “I can’t find my fuckin’ socks!” I’m all like WTF? “Rose, that’s not a nice word for a little girl to say…” “Okay, pokyloca” (that’s a word in Roseish…her made up lingo)
The funny part of that was that she nailed Psycho-Momia’s tone exactly!