Monkeys
Monday, September 29th, 2008I’m not sure why I’m titling this post “Monkeys”, but I had a couple thoughts I wanted to jot down.
The first thought is something I overheard Lilah say to Eden this morning.
“That’s my throw-up bowl, don’t play with it!”
Thankfully it was never used, nor do I think Lilah really needed it, but she said her stomach hurt.
Something I said:
“Let her play with the bowl, you never threw-up in it. It’s fine.”
Also Eden takes after me in a silly way, besides looking just like me.
She is obsessed with tickling us. At home, at the store. She likes to take her hair and tickle you with her hair and once she decides to tickle you she keeps tickling you, for like a long time, at any place and at random times. I have to tell her not to bend down on the dirty store floor and tickle my feet at times. I think she starts playing with her hair and just decides it would be fun to tickle someone and whatever part of you which is easiest to reach, she tickles.
I also like to tickle my family members, but I don’t use my hair, nor do I tickle feet, unless you’re a member of my little family. I think they have cute feet to tickle, and eat, but I only “eat” their feet after a bath, ’cause it’s just gross any other time. ( Just for clarification, I will tickle Jon’s feet, but I will never play “eat” his feet, they are way to big and have hair, and that’s just gross to eat feet on anyone older than like…seven, or whatever age I decide to stop eating my girls feet. Their feet may be forever cute, but once they’re bigger than my 6 1/2 sized feet I’d definitely stop. )
So there are some random fun memories and an insight to my craziness.
Remind me not to write blogs after being awake for 17 hours and only getting 5 hours of sleep the night before. I know some might call this motherhood, I call it torture.รย I need 8 hours of sleep.