Saturday, May 5, 2012

Motherhood 101

Grace, my little jellybean, got a cut right below her eye, that she gave herself with a very sharp pencil while playing around at the table with Ben during homework time. Why that is important information will become quickly apparent as my babies decide to share with Daddy the real deal with how things went down when this little incident occured.

So, we are currently in San Antonio visiting Peter (who is at a training), and we were having a nice lunch all together at Jason's Deli (totally delicious salad bar).  While sitting there with the kids, Peter mentions how dangerous it could have been because the cut is VERY CLOSE to her eye.  Grace says, "Please, when I showed mom she didn't do anything, I was pointing to it and everything! She just shooed me away!" Now the best part of this whole interaction is that she shows the "shooing" motion I use, which I would call an upside down/backwards wave. In my mind it kind of resembles what you would see a queen do while saying "off with you now." It is definitely NOT my kid's favorite, they HATE being dismissed without telling me what they came for.  They know when they get the shoo it means go away, not right now, and with Grace and Ben EVERYTHING is of crucial importantance and always needs my full immediate attention.

Now, once Grace was done throwing me under the bus, I know I have an ace in the hole regarding this little scenario. I rebut her statement with this very important (left out) fact . . . I tell her, "I was on the phone when you came in and you weren't bleeding."  BAM! That's right, take that Grace, I was on a very important phone call, what are you going to say about that! Holla! Nothing like besting your 7 year old, right!? Wrong, before I even get a chance to bask in my "win," my daughter says, "Yeah I know - with Dad, who you will be married to for the rest of your life!" At this point, between seeing my shoo live and in color courtesy or my daughter, and her calling me out on who I was actually talking to on the phone, Peter and I are dying laughing. 

Nothing like being confronted with your own stellar mothering skills. It used to be easier to get things by them, but my not so little ones are getting too smart for their own good.  I will clearly need to add possibly losing an eye to my reasons to attend to my child right away. 

Hey, anyone know when my mother of the year trophy will be arriving??


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