Memories have a way of finding me suddenly, off-guard, and all at once.
Like a free children’s book that arrives in the mail one day, reminding me of little girls who used to live with my family.
The book was one of their favorites. They would ask me to read it to them over and over and over and over and over and over…
I got pretty good at using different voices while reading in order to make it interesting (for myself). They never got tired of the book. Even when I picked out other books to read, one of the girls would go find that book to add to the pile.
When I read the book, the older girl would “read” it along with me. Her little voice would mumble along until we got to the repeated “No!” parts, which she would pronounce loud and clear. She knew if I skipped over any parts and would remind me to read everything on the page.
I made sure she had her own copy of the book when she left our foster home. It put a smile on my face knowing that she would have her favorite book at her new home. Hopefully, it put a smile on her face too.
And hopefully her mother can forgive me for including a book that she has had to read over and over and over again!
Babies are like puppies.
They both come over to where you are cleaning and try to lick their own puke.
Maybe sometimes, despite your yelling and snatching them away, they are still successful in getting a taste test.
Now I am gagging.
Jeggings don’t make anyone look good; let’s just be honest.
But they especially don’t flatter babies with full diapers.
Moms, please, spare your children.
“Are you playing with fried chicken?”
My little sister nods, flailing the plastic drumstick in my face. “Bawk-bawk.”
“No, that’s the sound chickens make. This is ‘chicken’.” I reply. She nods.
“Bawk-bawk?” she asks, handing it to me.
“Sure, I’d love a bite of bawk-bawk. Thanks.”
Little kids are like puppies except dogs have a harder time sticking their paws up your nose when you least expect it.
You can pick your friends-
you can pick your nose-
but you can’t pick your friend’s nose.
Little kids are like puppies. Neither likes to be dressed up in cute little outfits. Once you do force them into clothes, they immediately take off what they can and will continue trying to get the rest off…unless you distract them with something like toys or chocolate (the kids, not the dogs).
Little kids are like puppies.
When you spill a box of treats, clean up is no problem.