I know you are wondering where the children are while we watch our TV. It is quiet time and nap time for the kids. Lilly is in her room doing quiet things and James is sleeping. If we are lucky, we get two hours of this wonderful, golden time. Today, Lilly is sick. Woke in the middle of the night screaming about being hot, and then this morning, she said her throat hurt. Well, it hurt until I told her we couldn't go to our playdate, church and the farmers market. Suddenly she was fine. But her little cheeks were flush and although she was burning up she had goose bumps. And remember the last time I didn't believe her about being sick. Not doing that again!
Once she realized we weren't going anywhere, she accepted that she would be spending the day under the covers watching tv and having mommy put her hand on her head every twenty-two seconds. Needless to say, she has said some funny things while we were cuddling. These cute, and sometimes insulting statements reminded me of this poet I saw on PBS. I know, weird that I was watching PBS, but I was.
This author, Naomi Shihab Nye pulled together a poem of things her son said between the ages of two and three.
After I saw this program, I started collecting statements from my kids.
Um, so far what I have does not constitute poetry.
- I know how to use all my bones (Lilly)
- Mama, peeaboo, I see u (James)
- My eyeballs hurt (Lilly)
- I diaper (James, and I consider this quite an accomplishment!)
It will continue to be a work in progress.
GO US HOCKEY TEAM!
YUMMMY DEEP FRIED PARADISE TV!