There are a ton of bloggers out there whose blogs have for their sole and unique purposes to highlight
all the fricken shit the cute things that their kids do and say. Well, in an effort not to become the pariah of the blogging world, I also will write about my kids. Today. Only today.
Don’t worry though, after today, I will continue to
occasionally exploit them for a cheap laugh write posts on a variety of topics. But today, it’s all about them.
Sorta Cute Thing #1:
Booked our vacation to Orlando, Florida today. Disneyworld. Mickey. Cinderella. Rides. Sugar. Tons of kid shit to do. Woohoo.
Upon hitting “confirm” for the plane tickets and the condo reservation, my daughter comes by me to have a look at the virtual tour of the accomodations. As my stomach is still churning with the yet undigested ‘buyer’s remorse’, her comment upon realizing that this really is going to happen for her. She’s finally going to Disneyworld…
“Are there going to be tvs in our condo? ‘Cause I don’t want to miss Toddlers in Tiaras.”
Sorta Cute Thing #2:
My 12 year old is in his room letting out screams of joy. I mean he’s going batshit crazy. Not common for him. He’s pretty quiet, laid back. He, unlike my daughter, isn’t thrilled about Disneyworld because he can’t bring his Xbox. Whatev. We’re taking him anyway because the house sitter said she’d only look after the dogs.
So I hear this joyful celebration coming from his bedroom. He comes flying up the stairs, zooms into the living room, stands in front of me, his face pink with excitement he exclaims, “I’ve prestiged! I’ve prestiged!”
Is that like a Harry Potter thing, does it mean he’s now a wizard, grown a tail, got a wand?
I respond, “Guess what Jax? It’s official, we’re going to Disneyworld.”
His reply, “I’ve prestiged! I’ve prestiged!”
Sorta Cute Thing #3:
I spent the entire afternoon with my daughter. We ate out, shopped for bikinis together, browsed through the book store. I mean I did some really quality things, I’m definitely due for another “Me” day.
On our way home, an Eagles song comes on the radio. I start singing.
She starts yapping at me about a book that she saw.
I turn the radio up and sing louder.
She talks louder.
I turn the radio up again and sing even louder.
She continues to talk.
Finally, I say, “Zoe, can you not see I’m really enjoying this song?”
She stops talking. Looks at me long and hard…
…and says, “So in this book, the girl is from the other series…” I thump her on the head and sing over her cries of pain.
Of course I don’t! Sheesh…
Sorta Cute Thing #4:
I hear my 6 year old son sneeze. One of those green snot sneezes.
Then I hear him say, “That was a good thing!”
I’m like, “What was a good thing?”
He says, “Good thing I had this tissue in my nose.”
I go into his bedroom to see what he’s talking about and see him pulling out wadded up balls of snot covered tissue from his nostrils.
Yeah. I don’t even ask anymore.