Yesterday I got a note from a parent of one of BubTar's classmates. A girl classmate. Inviting him to an impromptu birthday lunch at the local Chuck E. Cheese today. It isn't really a party, just lunch with a few of her friends, and BubTar was invited. After we were done discussing the lunch date, BubTar was quiet for a bit. Then he piped up, "Mom, you know my cheeks turn red when I look at [girl classmate's name]." I worked REALLY hard not to giggle (because let's face it, could that even be more adorable?) and I said, "Oh really?" And then he blurted out, "ButIdon'tloveher!"
Yesterday KayTar pulled cotton from the end of a Q-tip and stuck it to her upper lip (like a white mustache) and said, "I'm old!" then she took it off and said, "I'm new!"
Logical, isn't she?
BubTar received his first friend phone call last night. From a DIFFERENT little girl in his class. Little kids on the phone are so funny, they look just like miniature teenagers. Josh asked me where the little girl got our number. We sent birthday invites home this week with our number on it for RSVPing. I guess we can expect more phone calls. After he was off the phone, I asked what they talked about. He said, "You know (yes, he starts almost every sentence with "you know"), my birthday, [other girl classmate]'s birthday. Stuff." I prodded, "Anything else?" He was clearly put out by this and sighed, "Just stuff, Mom. I don't know." Evidently he SOUNDS like a miniature teenager, too.
Every day when I study, KayTar sits next to me at the big table. She grumbles under her breath about "doing my work" and demands various colors of note cards.
"KayTar, don't you want to go play blocks? Or puzzles? Or with your dollhouse?"
"No. Just doing MY work. Purple card?"
"You already have a purple, just use that one. (yes, I sort of hoard my note cards)
"Nooo. TWO purples. More purple. MORE PURPLE."
"Okay. One more purple."
"Fanks. Weave you awone. (leave me alone) Doing MY work."
If I keep trying to engage her, she says, "Stop talking! I not wistenining (listening) to you! Just WORKING."
Occasionally, when she gets to a break in her work, she points to words in my textbook and says, "Say 'What does that say?'" So I do, and usually, she reads it, regardless of the fact that I happen to be studying a college level anatomy text and that words like endocrine and thyroid aren't typical fare for the three year old set.
PS: When you think everyone has stopped reading your blog because you've only gotten a handful of comments in as many days and you're wondering if you somehow said something offensive in one of your posts...it's probably a good idea to check your spam folder, because it might be overzealously eating ALL of your comments and discovering all those backlogged comments will be a little like Christmas day...or some other day when you discover that everyone doesn't really hate you. You know, in case that ever happens to you. This is purely hypothetical, of course.
That happened to me once! The spam folder thing. Grr. Those are some cute kiddos you have there!
lol! Oh yes, the evil spam folder ate all my comments one week. I was *so* depressed!!
FWIW, I am sure I am like many others who lurk every day, but just cannot comment all the time. Thanks to last year's NaBloPoMo I have picked up about 25 new blogs that I put into my google reader which is very entertaining, but takes up a LOT of time to read!!
Gorgeous picture as always :-)
Kyla, I think your little p.s. solidified where your kids get there cute comments from---love it all!
I love these little stories! Oh miniature teenagers ... and miniature college anatomy students!
God, how hilarious is Bub, turning into a teenager. Hee hee.
Bubtar's going to be quite the heartbreaker...I am already predicting.
It was only a matter of time before the girls noticed the extremely handsome Bubtar.
Love Kay Tar doing her work :)
Love KayTar doing her work! Priceless!
Ha! I would totally think the same thing if Spam ate my comments. I'm so sensitive.
I love the BubTar/girl story. It reminds me of when D. was in kindergarten. He come home one day and shyly told me that he told a little girl in his class that he liked her backpack and her shoes. Four years later, he still remembers her, only now he says, "Oh, K? She was hot!"
BubTar is already breaking hearts!
And KayTar never ceases to amaze - I'm old/I'm new. It's brilliant.
Girlfriend, you are in for some t-r-o-u-b-l-e!
What spam folder? Is there one?
I loved those snippets of conversation--especially the mustache one!
We'd never hate you! But, I have the paranoia thing going on constantly to.
Anytime you "Speak" KayTar, I giggle. I love to hear her talk!
I'm old, I'm new. I'm not whistening. hee hee
Both your kids are just so adorable. I love the mental picture of KayTar hard at work alongside you. She's going to be quite the scholar!
I've been away and am now getting caught up...so much going on in our crazy lives! Those little Tars are tugging at my heart strings.
Oh my lordie! Sigh, boys and girls. It goes by much too fast. Thankfully mine aren't there yet, but soon. Too soon.
Love that Kay Tar not wistenining! SO cute!
they don't really hate me?!? man, the spam folder full of love would be fabulous.
KayTar's pretty fabulous too...the reading is wild. wow. i like the "leave me alone, i'm working" vibe also...perhaps they're BOTH turning into mini-teens on you. :)
Old and New. HA! and "butidontloveher". So cute. We KNEW he was going to be a heartbreaker.
I'm here to stay Kyla. Commenting or not, I love reading about you and your kids. Glad you found your lost comments.
I am *amazed.* Calls? Girls? Holy wow. They grow up fast there. ;) Patience still won't talk on the phone ever and it wouldn't even occur to her to call anyone, much less a boy LOL. Great stories. Oh that KayTar grumbling at you.
Man, your kids are a-freakin-dorable!
I have been wondering if I've said something offensive recently.
I'd NEVER stop reading, you lady!
and that "i'm old" thing kaytar did cracks me up.
Um yeah, I've been wondering about comments on my blog but I regularly check my spam folder and there's none there either.
But I haven't been very good about commenting lately, so I can't really complain, can I?
Still reading every day...but mostly lurking quietly...AJ told me this week, "You can't be my friend; you're a parent." Reminds me of Kaytar's logic sometimes.
I love the I'm only, I'm new thing. Wonderful!
we love you. never fear.
I love you. I am just not around much.
But I do notice my comments REALLY drop off when I do not comment elsewhere.
i love the old/new bit.
and endocrine? yikes
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