My kids are weird. It's really that simple, they are bizarre. Cubs really likes to wear his shoes on the wrong feet and he'll put on a tie any chance he's given. This morning while drinking my coffee and checking my email he showed up in the kitchen in just his undies...not too abnormal really, but when he reappeared 5 or six more times and had different undies on each time (no wonder I am NEVER caught up on laundry!), I decided I needed to investigate. I wandered to the playroom where I discovered Bug also in undies, along with sparkly shoes and her Rapunzel hat.( It's a crocheted beanie with yarn braids attached.) Apparently they were having a 'pool party', the pool being blankets and bean bags piled up-thankfully no water was actually involved!!
I am glad they have such good imaginations, but this is really just a mild example. Everyday it's some new adventure. Lately the favorites are of course, Cake Boss-Caleb's all time favorite, and also Next Iron Chef. When Cup-Cake Boss is on the loose in my house I have a pint-sized 'Buddy', complete with New Jersey accent and an extra dose of drama. Today over lunch we had our own episode of Iron Chef. I was questioned by both kids 'what I put into the dish today?', and was obligated to explain-in detail-how I prepared their Mac'n'Cheese. Apparently I did a stellar job because it was a unanimous decision that I would, in fact, be the next iron chef! Yay for me!!
Bug is always a princess of some sort, usually Cinderella or Rapunzel, but always with a high-pitched voice wandering and looking for her cowboy to marry. If Cub refuses to be the cowboy then Papa is asked, and if all else fails, she'll ask me. We then stand, facing each other holding hands and end up dancing to whatever may be playing on the radio. She is undoubtedly my girly-girl, but has an odd quirky-ness that always catches me by surprise. For example, she likes to have company in the bathroom (which explains why she often joins me and literally pulls up a chair to chat-no privacy, ever.). The other day while waiting for her to 'do her business' in the restroom at Freddie's I inquired whether or not she was finished. Wrong idea. Her response: 'Not yet Momma, I already let out the two baby poo's, and the momma poo, but the daddy one doesn't want to come out. He likes my belly and I think he wants to live there forever.' !!!!!!! WHAAAT?!?! Where does this stuff come from?? I swear I heard someone snicker a few stalls down. In the days since I have been privy (hee hee) to the continuing saga of the poo family and their 'movements'! haha. oh man, I'm disgusting and I crack myself up.
Woo is just now coming into her own, and with two older siblings with such active, healthy(and just plain weird imaginations) I really have no idea what she'll end up being like. She definitely already has her own little sense of humor and imagination!
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