My kids are apparently ready for Christmas. They have, all on their own, given me their list of demands.
Leyton would like a pair of blue shoes and a present under the tree. Today, he shortened his request to: a pair of blue shoes and a "tree."
Laci would like a pair of pink shoes and a doll or a princess doll.
Seth was very specific. He would like a pair of green shoes (which later he changed to orange shoes) and a "remote control race car."
Thinking that their requests were cute, I phoned my grandmother to let her know of our conversation. Apparently, I repeated Seth's information incorrectly. Because when I said "Seth wants a remote control car," Seth vehemently corrected me with "No mama, a remote control RACE car." Oh, excuse me! I'll try to be a better mommy next time!
Leyton has done nothing but call me "mom" all night. And although I have said before, I will say again, I do not approve of "mom." Teenagers say "mom," not three year olds! Three year olds say "mommy." Let's keep it simple, will ya?
They are growing up, what can I say? Last night Laci said:
"Mommy, you have a big mouth. I have a small mouth. Can you say oink, oink?" So, I said "oink oink" (as I was told). She said, "Okay, now say "Yeah Baby!"
Oh kids say the cutest things. What wonderfully, funny little blessings!