Chased by Children

MiMi makes Dinner

MiMi is a very energetic little girl.

 

And being the youngest of three girls means that she spends an inordinate amount of time going to her sisters volleyball practices and driving around dropping her sisters at various friends' houses or at events.  She cheerfully tags along and makes fun wherever she ends up.

Last night between LuLu's practice and CoCo's practices we came home for a few minutes.  And while the rest of us all spent a little time doing things to relax MiMi spent the time doing this:

It's a little hard to tell from this picture (taken with my phone).  This is a feast of peanut butter pocketbook sandwiches (pocketbook sandwiches are sandwiches made with one slice of bread folded over on itself she learned that trick from her grandmother), with cherry tomatoes festively sprinkled on top.  The little cupcake liners are filled with Cheerios and MiMi told me she salted them.  The centerpiece is really the highlight for me.  She took uncooked whole wheat past and put it in a glass of water, like flowers. 

 She kills me.

And MiMi writes her first Joke....

Mom, What is brown and rides a motorcycle?

What

A Really Cool Camel.

You are going to remember this when she's head writer on Harry Letterman's Late Night Show.

Broken Toed....

MiMi has broken her foot.  Okay, that's not exactly true....technically her older sister LuLu BROKE MIMI'S TOE.  They were roughhousing.  It went too far and now I have a gimp for a child.  As usual, she's handling it pretty well.

And since I've had a sick or recovering child home with me every single day since I lost my job I have to say that I am right back in the swing of an "at-home" mom.   It's just like riding a bike. 

I went to make dinner and discovered that I didn't have much to work with...it ended up being Tuna, Mac-n-Cheese, and a Broccoli and Califlower combination (because I didn't have enough of either).  The girls ate it. all.

I didn't get any housework done and I am absolutely exhausted.

Yep.  Just like riding a bike. 

Who Knows their Mom?

So I was roaming around the internet yesterday and I came across this adorable post.  And I stole it.  And administered it to my children and then answered the questions myself.  If you like idea this then steal it too!

 

The interviewees:

MiMi is 5

LuLu is 9

CoCo is 11

 

1. What is something mom always says to you?

 

MiMi - "I love you."

LuLu - "I love you."

CoCo - "Look it up, bookworm"

 

Jenny:  I always tell them to stop talking with food in their mouths, usually with food in my mouth.

2. What makes mom happy?

 

MiMi - Doggies

LuLu - When we make you breakfast

CoCo - the time we made breakfast

 

Jenny:  when they make me breakfast

3. What makes mom sad?

 

MiMi - When I bite you

LuLu - When I hit my sister

CoCo - When I'm sad.

 

Jenny:  When they are mean to one another.

 

4. How does your mom do to make you laugh?

 

MiMi - You tickle me

LuLu - Says, "Too late.  Had your chance.  Muffed it."

CoCo - Your funny jokes.

 

Jenny:  I tell fart jokes.

 

5. What was your mom like as a child?

 

MiMi - You had hair.

LuLu - beautiful

CoCo - exactly like me.

 

Jenny:  I was perfectly well behaved and did everything my mother told me.

6. How old is your mom?

 

MiMi- 8 or 80

LuLu - thirty-nine

CoCo - twenty-five

 

Jenny:  I have no comment at this time.

7. How tall is your mom?

 

MiMi- 80

LuLu - 5 foot 3?

CoCo - 5 foot 8 

 

Jenny:  I am 5'10" which is undertall for my weight.

8. What is her favorite thing to do?

 

MiMi- getting breakfast

LuLu - take naps

CoCo - hang out with me.

 

Jenny:  Blogging posts about my kids' antics.

 

9. What does your mom do when you're not around?

 

MiMi - take naps

LuLu - drink wine?

CoCo - take naps

 

Jenny:  I drink a lot of wine and then nap.

10. If your mom becomes famous, what will it be for?

 

MiMi -  a fashion show

LuLu - for your horrible singing

CoCo - great acting?

 

Jenny:  For this blog.

11. What is your mom really good at?

 

MiMi - picking me up from school

LuLu - sleeping for a really long time

CoCo - looking good

 

Jenny:  napping.

12. What is your mom not very good at?

 

MiMi - working

LuLu - nothing

CoCo -singing

 

Jenny:  getting up from my naps.
 

13. What does your mom do for her job?

 

MiMi - volleyball

LuLu - works at NAME OF MY COMPANY

CoCo - Human Resources

 

Jenny:  They are all right.

14. What is your mom's favorite food?

 

MiMi - meat

LuLu - steak

CoCo - pot roast

 

Jenny: I'm so stunned by their answers that I don't know what to say.

15. What makes you proud of your mom?

 

MiMi - because I'm nice to my friends

LuLu - her accomplishments

CoCo - her pure awesomeness

 

Jenny:  I'm tearing up over here.  Although "accomplishments" seems vague.

 

16. If your mom were a cartoon character, who would she be?

 

MiMi - Princess

LuLu - Spongebob Squarepant's mom

CoCo - Wanda from Fairly Oddparents

 

Jenny:  I would be Kim Possible, of course.

 

17. What do you and your mom do together?

 

MiMi -  party

LuLu - read

CoCo - talk

 

Jenny:  Reading with them is my favorite.

18. How are you and your mom the same?

 

MiMi - we're twins

LuLu - we both love each other

CoCo - we're both cool

 

Jenny:  We are a lot alike...they have a snarky streak.

19. How are you and your mom different?

 

MiMi - I'm naked and you're wearing something.

LuLu - I stay up late

CoCo - she's older than me

 

Jenny:  They are all a lot smarter than me.

20. How do you know your mom loves you?

 

MiMi - she's a superstar

LuLu - she says, "I love you"

CoCo - because she tells me

 

Jenny:  sniff sniff.

21. Where is your mom's favorite place to go?

 

MiMi - Chili's

LuLu - home

CoCo - anywhere I am

 

Jenny:  Anywhere they are.

MiMi is being left out...

She's five.  She's adorable.  She's a lot of fun....who wouldn't want to hang out with her?

Tonight as we discussed her next birthday party (which is 10 months away) she was telling me that she only wanted to invite people who like her.

"Umm...everybody likes YOU!" is what I said confident that I was speaking the truth.  When she shows up at school she is flooded by little girls who run up and comment on her dress, her shoes, her cool nose...etc.

"Haley doesn't like to play with me.  She tells me to go away.  She tells the other girls not to play with me either."

Whaaa....  they are five.  they aren't even in kindergarten.  Mean girls already?

I told her to tell Haley to shove it up......wait that was just what I was thinking.

I told her that Haley was the victim of an unhappy home life and that MiMi should forgive her because she didn't know any better. 

Not really.

I said.  Well, we'll just hold off on the final guest list until late November.  We'll see if Haley is better then.

But I will be keeping my eye on Miss Haley.  Oh yes I will.

Bowling with Baby

Okay, MiMi is going to be 5 on Wednesday (yes, we got the tax write off for the whole year, thanks for asking).  However, the princesses and I still refer to her as "the baby".  Because she is still my baby...as are the other two.  I keep explaining to them that they will ALWAYS be my babies but they just roll their eyes loudly.

Anyway, we went bowling on Sunday night.  It was the funniest thing I've done in a long time.

I took pictures with my phone which are not very good but go a long way toward conveying what got everyone in five lanes cheering for her.

Sure she handles a bowling ball like a pro.  But she doesn't endear herself to her fan base until she steps up to the foul line.

 

And the ball usually hit some pins...of course it took 45 minutes for it to reach them, but whatever.

And then there was one

While the oldest two are visiting their grandparents for spring break we've had some time to observe our youngest offspring.

Princess MiMi is excellent at being four.  Here's why:

She introduces herself to people as "Mommy's Twin" and has ever since she mullet-ed her hair.

Whenever people tell her she's cute she vehemently disagrees by saying, "No, I'm not.  I'm four"

At Mass she asks, rather loudly, every 20 seconds, "Is this thing over yet?" and when it finally is finished she acts like she just won the lotto and dances around jumping and squealing.  A Southern Baptist in the making? I'll keep you posted.

Whenever she's not sure how I'll feel about something instead of asking she just adjusts to slow motion and looks at me out of the corner of her eye.  I guess she's hoping I'll stop her if the dog food really shouldn't go in her mouth.  Which is funny because if it means I don't have to go find her a snack...

She will lay on top of you to get your attention. It's an interesting way to wake up...suffocating.

Four is my favorite age.  And MiMi is just excellent at it.

The Mullet Princess

I promised pictures....this may be less dramatic than I led you to believe but I think this picture shows what I'm talking about.

Please note the very short bangs and now the very long bangs....was that in the mullet diagram?

I'm not getting it fixed yet.  I need to get better pictures.  These are the sorts of things I do so that some day she will have SOMETHING to tell her therapist.  I'm unselfish like that.

Business in the Front, Party in the Back

Today will forever be known in our little corner of the world as: the day of the mullet incident. 

Remember how cute Princess MiMi was in those Christmas card folly photos?  I can't bear to look at them right now because after a few minutes of unsupervised scissor time at her pre-school today she is sporting one wicked little mullet.

My baby.  A MULLET!!  And it is technically sound enough to look like I DID THIS TO HER ON PURPOSE!! It's disturbing on many, many levels.

I guess it could have been worse.  Brother Gunny gave me a haircut when I was three and he was five.  My mother would have paid a lot of money to have had me end up with a mullet....I had something that resembled an accident with a weed whacker.  It's no accident that Brother Gunny ended up with a job that kept his hair high and tight for 20 years.  That guy was NOT hairdresser material.  Secretly I think my Dad was always kind of glad about that.

Princess CoCo isn't helping.  Every time she looks at little MiMi she says, "Business in the front, Party in the back".  And then starts laughing.

Mimi: Princess? yes. Superhero? maybe.

I thought about the title, "A million little shards of death" for this post but I didn't want to scare you.  I'm thoughtful like that.  You're welcome.

Princess Mimi is a very strong little girl.  Most people think of strong willed, or strong headed when they think of her but the truth is she is also physically very STRONG!  I don't know when we first noticed this but it was about the time she started carrying Trixie the Great around when they were roughly the same size and Trixie had ten pounds on Mimi.

This is important background information because last night Princess Mimi did something that shocked even us.  She closed the glass door while getting out of the shower in our master bath (while her two older sisters were still in it) and it shattered into a million little shards of death.

I joke now because everyone is thankfully okey dokey.  There were some little cuts on Princess Coco's feet (women's shoe size 8 1/2 at nine-years-old!!) but other than that they were unharmed.

It was a little bit surreal.  It's how I always imagined the Kents as they watched little Clark do amazing things.  She didn't even slam the door shut, she just shut it.  And after the event while others in the room were crying and screaming (no names but I'm better now) she was extraordinarily calm, as if she wasn't shocked at this feat of strength at all.  She might have even had a little smirk on her face that could have been read as, "aren't the mere mortals cute- they should see what I can REALLY do".

I have to say that, unlike most parents, I would be supportive of a superhero daughter.  She could start carrying ME around everywhere instead of vice versa.  I like the idea of her wearing a cape everywhere.  And I think it would be fun to come up with her alter-ego name.  Here's the ones I've come up with so far:

Potty-Trained Girl (at three not everyone is, no judgments)

Eating Girl (she could eat in front of her enemies in her typical sloppy manner and repulse them into submission, it could work people, it could work)

Booger Eater (same as above but with her own boogers)

Fit Thrower (holy crap I think she could rule the world if she harnessed this power for good)

Of course, she would have to work on her mild-mannered side.  A lot.