From the mouths of babes: Bummer that’s not the name we gave you

standard March 30, 2010 4 responses

Of all the parenting decisions I have had to make over the last five years and a half, nothing has stressed me out more than choosing names for my girls.

We can figure out a new school if something goes wrong. We could always buy different bottles, grow out a bad hair cut, abort a bad vacation choice, change a parenting tactic.

But a name? That’s for life. And everything rides on it.

I agonized over the choice. Worried that we’d give her a too-girly name that would make an entrance into a boardroom awkward. Stressed that we’d give her a name that would get her teased in school.

And then we found the perfect name. Classy, not too popular, cute, but serious. Perfect.

Which is why when she declared tonight that she’d rather be known as Layla Michelle Fawn from now on, I had to say, yeah, no, sorry.

Because really? I I get Layla and Michelle, but Fawn? That’s a new one for me, and I bet it would get her seriously teased both in school and in the boardroom.

Sunday Scribblings – Absurd

standard June 15, 2009 3 responses

Between pregnancy, pumping, pregnancy, nursing and pumping, and dealing with two little kids I hadn’t had a chance to go bra shopping in an absurdly long time. I was making do with old bras, too small bras, too big bras, or just plain ugly bras.

These last couple months I made do with two bras that kinda worked. That is, until Little L took one of them, tried it on, left the room, and instantly made it vanish. With just one functioning bra left I had to bite the bullet and go bra shopping.

I went a little crazy and along with two basic cream colored mommy bras I also bought a black lacy affair.

Don’t get me wrong, it’s not exactly a scandalous bra. It’s like the ones I always get, except that it’s black and it has a tiny bit of lace trim, and oh, did I mention it’s black?

So, anyway, the day after I went shopping I decided to wear said black bra. I slipped it on and Little L’s jaw dropped. I snapped the snaps and she gave me a look. A look that said “My mommy, she likes to make jokes. She likes to test me. Is this a joke? Is this a test?” She looked me up and down and decided that I was pulling her leg.

“Nooo, nooo.” She shook her head and made the same noises that she makes when she’s telling me she’s caught me out on yet another joke. She looked around the room and spotted my usual mommy bra. She grabbed it and handed it to me. “Weah dis.” She said nodding furiously.

Cows moo, they don’t bark.
Babies are babies, not kitty cats.
And obviously mommies wear nice boring cream bras, not black lacy affairs. Anything else is just absurd.

This post was inspired by the Sunday Scribblings prompt “absurd.” Click through to see other great entries.

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From the mouths of babes

standard October 30, 2008 1 response

I like to think that I speak Kidease quite fluently. I understand where C and Little L are coming from most of the time. I usually have a good sense of what’s bothering them or what’s exciting them, and yet sometimes my little 3 year old says something that catches me completely off guard, and reminds me that I still see the world through very fixed “grown-up” eyes.

“Mommy, you are in so much trouble.” C’s very condemning voice came from the backseat.
“I am? What did I do?”
“You forgot to take me to the lessens again! Silly mommy.”
“Oh, right, the piano lessons! I have to sign you up for those. Are you sure you want to learn to play the piano?”
“Mohhhmeeee, I know how to play the piano.” She said, in her best exasperated teenage voice.
“Right. Right. But, you might want to learn how to play music on the piano.”
“I know how to play music. I play my music.”
“Oh. Right. But it might be fun to learn to play other people’s music. No?”
“Maybe.”

That’s the kind of thinking that keeps the world turning. And isn’t it inspiring to remember that there isn’t a set way to use the tools that our ancestors have gifted us.