Falling
Ok, seasonal mood disorder aside, I'm kicking fall off like an effing champion. Notice I'm even cleaning up my blog language? It's amazing what a two year old saying 'crap' all the time will do for a mother's selfawareness. Anyway, thanks to my good friend Karin, I actually have a handle on the kid's Halloween costumes. And today I took the kids to a pumpkin patch for a hayride and a jog through the corn maze. Very fun, although I didn't take them cause I'm a good mom, I took them because by 8am this morning Cai had used the word 'Mama' 500 times and I was afraid I might hurt or at least traumatize him by naptime if we didn't get out of the house. I must tell what ensued on the way to the pumpkin patch. So Cai's in the back seat and we're driving along and he says "Yook Mama, I see a bird!" I tell him that's great.
"Yook Mama, anoda bird! I seen two birds!" Great again.
"Yook Mama! I seen anoda bird - I seen thwee birds!" Hey, the boys doing math. Do I smell a learning opportunity?
"Hey Cai, if you see another bird, how many will you have seen?"
"Four!" Yep, smart boy I got.
"Ok," I say, "And if you see two more after that how many will you have seen?"
"Six!" Damn I knew I produced smart kids.
"How about if you seen two more after that?"
"Eight!" he squeals and I am trying to figure out how to google 'kindergarten scholarship programs'.
"Ok Cai, if you see one more, how many birds will that be?"
"Four!" Uh, oh. He must not be paying attention.
"No, Cai. If you have eight birds and you see one more, how many is that?"
"Thwee! Yes, Four!" Shit, I knew this kid was all personality.
"No, Cai. You had six and you saw two more and that made eight. So if you add one more, how many birds have you seen? Eight plus one..."
"Thwee! Six! Nine! Firteen!" Poor dumb little guy, I'll have to homeschool him so the other kids don't make fun.
He proceeds to count and babble for several minutes. "Six, twelf! Firteen!" This is followed by three minutes of silence and then, "Mama?"
"Yes honey?"
"If I see'd one more bird. If I see'd a bwoo jay maybe. Or if I see'd a wobin... That would make nine birds I see'd, right?"
"Yes baby, that's right. You are so darn smart!" And such a smartass. It sucks to be suckered by a two year old. I need to go back to college. Damn.
"Yook Mama, anoda bird! I seen two birds!" Great again.
"Yook Mama! I seen anoda bird - I seen thwee birds!" Hey, the boys doing math. Do I smell a learning opportunity?
"Hey Cai, if you see another bird, how many will you have seen?"
"Four!" Yep, smart boy I got.
"Ok," I say, "And if you see two more after that how many will you have seen?"
"Six!" Damn I knew I produced smart kids.
"How about if you seen two more after that?"
"Eight!" he squeals and I am trying to figure out how to google 'kindergarten scholarship programs'.
"Ok Cai, if you see one more, how many birds will that be?"
"Four!" Uh, oh. He must not be paying attention.
"No, Cai. If you have eight birds and you see one more, how many is that?"
"Thwee! Yes, Four!" Shit, I knew this kid was all personality.
"No, Cai. You had six and you saw two more and that made eight. So if you add one more, how many birds have you seen? Eight plus one..."
"Thwee! Six! Nine! Firteen!" Poor dumb little guy, I'll have to homeschool him so the other kids don't make fun.
He proceeds to count and babble for several minutes. "Six, twelf! Firteen!" This is followed by three minutes of silence and then, "Mama?"
"Yes honey?"
"If I see'd one more bird. If I see'd a bwoo jay maybe. Or if I see'd a wobin... That would make nine birds I see'd, right?"
"Yes baby, that's right. You are so darn smart!" And such a smartass. It sucks to be suckered by a two year old. I need to go back to college. Damn.
