Out of the Mouths of Monsters

I've come to realize that one of the reasons I find my children so hilarious is because they're always so earnest in what they have to say.

For example, I found the Big One standing outside my door after quiet time one afternoon. He apparently hadn't realized I was awake, because when I opened my bedroom door he looked at me with his big sweet eyes and said, "Are you ok, Mommy? I didn't scare you, did I? I didn't mean to scare you - it's ok, you're ok Mommy." There's something incredibly sweet about a 3-year-old trying to comfort you - especially when nothing's wrong.

He's also very found of my huge pregnant belly, and loves to talk about it. One day he placed his hand very gently on my belly and said very seriously, "That's a nice big belly, Mommy." He also asks me when he can play with the baby, and says he can't wait for his brother to come out. Me either, kid.

One of my favorite conversations with the Big One happened this week. We've recently had to gate-off the kitchen because the Little One insists on trying to climb into the oven, and neither of them likes it very much (but holy cow, has cooking become easier!). Both monsters were standing at one of the gates watching me, and the Big One and I were chatting. I responded to something he said with, "Ok, baby," and he just laughed at me.
"I'M not baby!"
"Yes you are," I smiled.
"I'm a BIG boy," he giggled.
"You'll always be my baby."
"Mommy. I'm the big boy." He then jerked a thumb at his little brother, standing at his side, "HE'S the baby."

Well, I guess you're right - but not for long, kiddos.


We're in for even more fun now that the Little One is starting to talk. His first full phrase? "Bacon, please." Another favorite is when we ask him where he's going or what he's doing; he never fails to respond with an innocent wide-eyed look, raised hands, and "I don't know!" in his sweet little voice.

I think they're working on their survival skills.