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Here is the world. Beautiful and terrible things will happen. Don’t be afraid. ~Frederick Buechner

I love that my son is so honest and that he talks to me. I don’t always love what he tells me. Like about the two boys who got in trouble at school for “using their middle fingers” at lunch. He also stated that Boy A didn’t know what it meant but he was sure Boy B did.

I almost asked him if he knew what it meant but didn’t because his younger sister was there. I really need to follow up on that.

A few weeks ago we were invited to a party for his friend. His friend that his sister adores. We had a conflict which resulted in me taking him to the party and my husband taking our daughter to the LA Kings hockey game. Little Miss was a wreck. She wanted to go to the party. I told her it was for boys and in between her sobs she said “but you’re a girl”. She wasn’t buying the it’s a mom/boy party. I tried bribing her with the pink Barbie storage case on wheels she wants for her birthday. She said she’d wait until her birthday to get it. In the end, she wailed as Fussypants and I left for the party. Husband gave me stink eye. Of course, she was fine after we left and had great fun with her dad at the hockey game. She also reminded me that I owed her the pink Barbie storage case on wheels.

As we drove away, Fussypants said from the back seat, “I hope she grows up soon and stops crying when she can’t be with you all the time”. Then added, “Because I know it’s hard on you”. I love my boy. My intuitive, sensitive boy.

A little while later he asked me an odd question. “Mommy, why, in the movies, do some people go away to college and move out of their house?”

I answered with “Well, going to college is a big adventure and a privilege and some people choose schools that are farther away so they find new places to live, either on campus or with friends”. He made a sad face so I continued with “part of my job as a mom is to help you be able to be on your own and self-sufficient. Going to college is a new experience and you can meet new people and learn new things”.

Again with the sad face. So I caved and told him that if he wants to go to a school near us and live at home that’s fine. He brightened into a huge smile.

Later that evening I had to break the news to my husband that I may have inadvertently given our son permission to live at home until he’s 40.

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Little Miss…Manners

Please, thank you, excuse me….all very easy words to say. It’s important to me that my children are polite. Polite children make for polite adults. There is nothing cute or endearing about a demanding child and a demanding adult is even worse.

Fussypants was polite from the womb. I had a relatively easy pregnancy, and aside from him being eight days early, a fairly easy delivery. He nursed right away, he crawled early, he walked early, he talked early and even before his vocabulary was developed, he’d sign the word for please.

Then, when he did speak, he said please and thank you before and after everything…including no, please when he didn’t want to do something. So sweet and so polite. Now, as an almost six year old, he sometimes forgets to say please but 95% of the time, he remembers.

His sister is an entirely different story. She’s been bossy since the womb. Eight weeks of bedrest because of contractions, then she arrived two weeks early. The girl wants what she wants and she wants it on her schedule.

She prefers to demand instead of ask politely. And if you don’t move quickly enough to her liking, she’s been known to push you in the direction of what she wants. She also makes this horrid EH sound, like a buzzer on a game show if she doesn’t like something. And the drama…she makes a show of what she will do if you don’t do as she wants. She took her diaper off yesterday, and demanded I peepee, CHANGE ME. My response, In a minute, I’m busy. And what do you say when you want something? She gave me the toddler stare, smiled a smile that meant she was up to no good and replied, Mama change me or I peepee on flooooorrr! Awesome. (And yes, we are working on potty training but that’s a post on its own).

So we’ve been patiently and consistently working with her to add please, thank you and excuse me to her vocabulary. 60% of the time she forgets, we remind her. 30% of the time she doubles up the good stuff…Thank you please and 10% of the time she asks so nicely, I could cry. Overall, she is a very sweet (albeit demanding) little girl and will figure out that she’ll get her way more often when she adds the please, thank you and excuse mes to her repertoire. And she’d better, because it’s important to me that my children are polite.

Until then, some days, the Princess rules the roost.

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Subtlety, or not…

Subtlety is not a trait most children practice, so I’m not sure why I’m surprised by this, but it did make me laugh. We’ve been LA Kings season ticket holders since 2000. We are loyal fans, sticking by our team through it all, year after year, quietly shouldering the lowest of the lows, when they are not playing well or making the playoffs.

So this is a good year for us, with them being the Western Conference Champions and heading to the Stanley Cup finals.

Being extra proud of my team, I asked hunky hubby to put a Kings sticker on the Mommy Buggy. I had one on the first Mommy Buggy but after the accident I guess we just never got around to putting a Kings sticker on Mommy Buggy 2. Excited at a) anything that has to do with the Kings and b) anything that has to do with stickers, my son said he would help daddy pick one out. To give you a little perspective, Fussypants is a huge hockey fan and an even bigger Kings fan. His name was inspired by a former Kings captain, he attended his first game when he was 16 days old, he took his Kings hockey stick on vacation to Costa Rica when he was 22 months old and in almost every picture I have of him, he is either wearing his Kings jersey or has his hockey stick.

Fussypants at his first Kings game, before he even had his nickname!

Now, I’ve never really been one to advertise products. I’m not a walking billboard, I don’t wear many clothes with logos on them, nor do I go out of my way to endorse any specific product. I prefer to be more subtle, if you will. A funny aside on brandishing logos…once, in the 90s when it was cool, I was wearing a pair of Juicy sweats that had the Juicy label large and in charge on the bum. My nomadic sister-in-law, who resides mostly in Alaska, didn’t realize Juicy was a brand and thought I was commenting on the state of my derriere. But back to being subtle. I trusted my boys to pick a sticker for the mommy buggy and mistakenly assumed they’d choose a small Kings logo or the word Kings. Not the case. They went all out, choosing the boldest statement they could.

LA Kings, your 2012 Western Conference Champs

Fussypants proudly told me that he “choosed” it himself, so that’s that. And I couldn’t be more proud. Go Kings Go!

 

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Tot talk

Fussypants has a good friend, let’s call him L, that he’ll talk about and ask about randomly. As I was driving the kids to school this morning, Fussypants queried, “I wonder what color L’s city is”.

I responded that he lived in Huntington Beach and he said, “I know that, but what color is it?”

Took me a minute to figure it out (yes, I’m dumber since having kids) but when it clicked, it made me smile. My kid is really cute.

We live in the city of Orange.

Get it?

What color is your city?

From the mouth of babes.

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