My cousin announced today that he and his wife are expecting their first child soon! While I was telling my husband, Elijah gave me a “look”. What? I asked. “Does she know babies stink? Not stink like ‘oooh, that stinks’ but stink like gross.” Yes honey, I’m sure she is aware, and I’m also pretty sure that has no sway in their decision making.
I was fake crying today because tomorrow night is the season finale of Downton Abbey. Martha ran off to find her father yelling “DAAAAAAD Mamma ky-ing!” Meanwhile, Elijah gave me a sideways look and said “Mom, a TV show is not really a good thing to cry over.”
I get so much sympathy.
Miss Martha, 2 year old queen of the world, is on a sleep strike. She and I were watching some late night TV and Hoarders came on. She watched the intro scenes, and whispered quietly to herself “Wow, big mess”. Understatement of the year, kid.
We finally took the plunge and mounted our TV on the wall. Now that the TV stand is out of the way there is a huge space, begging for something to fill it in. Elijah was super excited and said “Now we can put out the trampoline all the time!” Seeing the doubt on my face, he quickly came up with a plan B- “Or you can put the treadmill there so you could use it once and a while!”
Gee thanks kid, come here, let me show you my appreciation…