Mummy, it hurts my feelings…

Elliott has learnt a new expression, something to do with hurting his feelings. He likes it so much that he uses it all the time.

“Mummy, when you tell me off it hurts my feelings”

“Mummy, when you ask me to tidy up my room it hurts my feelings”

“Mummy, don’t ask me to eat my broccolis because it hurts my feelings”

“Victor, give me the Transformer you have just picked up from the toy basket because it hurts my feelings if you don’t!”

“Not letting me use the iPad to play games right now really hurts my feelings!”

I guess that it could be a lot of things potentially usable in therapy…

Mummy, I’ve got a secret…

E was really excited about something yesterday. He had a secret to share just with me, so he sat there and told me:

“Mummy, I have something to tell you…
Today we made a box at school and we blew a kiss in it, to keep it safe in the box.
I also decorated the box… it is a rectangle.
You were not supposed to squash it, but I did… just a little bit… It was an accident though!
Mrs C (teacher) said it was ok and she made it look nice again…
Mummy, this is a secret, it is for Mother’s Day… so make sure you don’t tell Dad ok?!”

Oh I love these moments…

 

The things that bring a smile when all is a little dark…

Elliott: “Mummy why are you being grumpy today?”

Me: “Because I am very tired darling, sorry about that”

Elliott: “Did you lose your temperature like I lost mine earlier?”

Me (suddenly feeling like life is priceless): “Something like this I guess…”

That, my friend, is real Mum Power!

The other day I walked into the boys room and all I could hear was a loud cloud of sharp argument in the air.

“I am Buzz Lightyear and you are Woody” Elliott tells his brother.

“NO I am Buzz Lightyear!!” Victor replies in obvious agony.

“NO, I SAID I AM BUZZ LIGHTYEAR AND YOU ARE WOODY”

“NOOOOO, Mummy I am Buzz and Elliott is Woody!” says Victor with tears filling his eyes…

To which I replied nonchalantly “Well, how about you are BOTH Buzz Lightyear? Thought about that?”

They looked at each other and gave the look that seals the secret agreement and declared “TO INFINITY AND BEYOOOOONNND!” running to opposite sides of the room.

And me? I punched the air, brushed my fingers, and declared “MUM POWER!” with a rather smug look on my face…

What does a dentist do?

Yesterdays morning I was chatting with Elliott, getting him ready for a dentist appointment we had the same day. It was just a regular check up but the last one he had, the dentist almost lost a finger. I asked “Elliott do you know what a dentist does?”

“huummmm… hummmm… I know! He dances!”

Well I suppose it makes sorts of sense, especially with a French mother’s pronunciation.

“well no darling he doesn’t dance, although maybe he does sometimes at parties. When you go to visit him he looks into your mouth and counts your teeth. You’ll see it is lots of fun! (pants on fire) All you have to do is a big AAAAAAAAHHHHH and that’s it, all done”

He looked up at me, paused to think and when straight back to his cereals.

Later that day he did the big “AAAAAAHHH” and got a sticker. What a difference a year makes in their lives it is amazing.

And Victor, well he couldn’t wait to lie down on the funny seat that goes up and down and he showed all his teeth like a big boy, even with a smile!

On another note I will be announcing the winner of the aquadoodle mat later today but please be patient, we are having a very very busy day!

This is what you call a casual conversation with my toddler…

bin lorry

Out of the house this morning I was carrying a plastic bag containing “poop in a case” (nappy if you prefer), to dispose of it in the bin. It was “bin day” today and Elliott asked in shock:

“Maman what are you doing?!”

“I am taking the dirty nappies to the bin for the bin men to take away today.”

“No Maman!! they can’t take my “car” nappy! I need it to sleep!” (Elliott wears pull ups with Cars characters on)

“It is ok darling we have plenty more that are clean, to use when you need it”

“No, if the bin man takes it, I won’t have any anymore!”

At this point signs of extreme distress were showing. His trembling voice was announcing tears, this is when I quickly said:

“It is ok Elliott, the bin man takes the nappies away to wash them and brings them back to our house all clean for you to use again! You should be really grateful for the hard work they put in this job so you always have clean nappies at night!”

“That’s ok, so when does he bring them back? Can I see him?”

I gave up! No matter how hard is the truth you should never lie to children, just tell them to zip it when the conversation becomes too heavy…

This is official I am a Goddess…

“I love you” I told Elliott as I was watching him play.

“I don’t love you Maman!” He replied.

“Why don’t you love me?!”

“Because it is cold outside!”

I looked at him, mouth wide open trying to think of something clever to reply and all I find was “Yes I know sorry, my weather sensor is not working today, I couldn’t do anything about it. Should be fixed by tomorrow though…”

This is official, I am not just a mum, I am a Goddess and I absolutely love it. But thank God I don’t look like her!

weather goddess

Photo Credit Pappy V