Posts Tagged ‘family’
Conversations with a 4 year old
Thursday, February 23rd, 2012I’m pretty much convinced that I will never understand what goes through my son’s head.
Example #1 Truck looks out the window and sighs, “I wish the baby were here already.”
10 minutes later: “I’m NOT going to snuggle the baby when it gets here. They are too noisy!”
Example #2 After helping my sister move to her own place…
“Sarah’s house is big on the inside and small on the outside.”
~thinks for a minute~
“Aunty Sarah lives IN A TARDIS!”
Example #3 We’re laying on the couch, because I’m sick.
Me: “Truck, being sick just stinks.”
Truck: “No. That’s me. I just farted.”
Me: o.0
Truck: “Excuse me.”
I just don’t even know what to say to him sometimes.
This post is linked to Mama Kat’s weekly writing prompts.
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Dose Of Happy: Chuck E Cheese
Monday, February 20th, 2012This post is for Band Back Together’s Dose of Happy Monday. Feel free to join in by visiting over there, and sharing your dose of happy either in the link-up or the comments!
Last Sunday, we finally broke down and took the kids to Chuck E Cheese’s. For the first time. On a Sunday afternoon. Because we’re really good planners like that.
But it worked out okay in the end.
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Death, Children and the Family Pet
Monday, August 29th, 2011When I was very pregnant with our second child, Truck, we rescued a little orange kitty. The lady we picked him up from said her sister brought him home from the crack house.
Thomas was a strange cat. He wouldn’t kill the mice he caught, preferring to play catch and release with the mouse until someone (read: the husband) put the poor thing out of it’s misery.
He let the kids pick him up and carry him around, and over the course of 4 years, we had ONE scratch between the two kids. And that was the dog’s fault for sneaking up on them and barking.
Thomas enjoyed picking on the dog. He made a regular hobby out of it. But at the end of the night, you’d find them curled up in the same chair, side by side.
Miss Question loved her Thomas beyond all reason. She would sneak him into her bedroom at night. She would sit there and pet him for a solid hour, regardless of how much he was shedding. She even took over his care, making sure he had food and water and cleaning the litter box daily. That right there is true love, because Thomas was truly a stinky cat.
This weekend, four years after we rescued this little kitten off Craigslist, Thomas left us.
He was sick and in pain, and we were faced with choices that were between horrible option A and horrible option B. Ultimately, we couldn’t bear to see Thomas hurting, and we didn’t want to put him through repeated episodes of that same pain. Making that decision was hard and painful.
Explaining to our children what we were about to do was worse.
We thought it would be kinder, in the end, than the ol’ went-to-live-on-the-farm lie.
(Right now, she’s working her way through the grieving process. And while I know that she’ll be okay in the end, it still breaks my heart to see her go through this. )
To Thomas, you were a member of our family, albeit shorter and hairier than most of us, and you will be missed.
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