Thursday, February 28, 2013

Mom, I'm not gonna eat this.

This is what we heard from the backseat of the car on our girls trip to the Calgary Science Centre a week ago.
Mom, I'm not gonna eat this.
And I'm thinking, what food does she have back there?  I didn't give her anything.  Ah, she probably found a dried up raisin in her carseat.
So I glance back and Shayla is holding her hand out, pointer finger extended with a huge, slimy green booger on it.  It was so large, disgusting and unexpected that I did a double take and almost slammed into the rush hour traffic that was ahead of us on the deerfoot.  That distracted driver law forgot to include one of the largest distraction there is: driving with your children! 
(Side note: when we first pulled onto the deerfoot our little niece, Megan, was quite concerned about all the traffic, Aunty... why did you drive into all these cars?  And a while after that, Aunty... my Mom doesn't drive in cars like this!  And again, unaffected by the boogie and still fixated on the cars, Aunty... pleeeeease get out of here.  These cars are too close!  It was like the three Gooch sisters actually were on this road trip... Corrine was just bossing me around from the backseat this time.  At least mini Corrine included the word please in her backseat driving instructions! ;)

But I digress... back to the boogie that should have been given a name and put on display:

Mom!  I said I'm not gonna eat this!
Oh thank goodness Shayla.  That is one gross looking boogie, please don't eat it.
My sister, Vanessa, who, being the youngest of two older sisters, is very use to following instructions without complaint, got a tissue and disposed of the huge booger in a socially acceptable and much less disgusting fashion.  (Even though she, herself, is a big advocate of Shayla picking her own nose... Oh Shayla, I'm with you, sometimes you just gotta get that boogie out and your little finger is the perfect size to fit in that hole and dig.  Although this might have more to do with the fact that she doesn't have her own kids yet so can have her fun messin' with ours... you just wait Vanessa... one day there will be some payback!  evil muhahahaha!)

Oops... I digress again:
Shayla continued, Mom, one day I won't eat my boogies.  And when I'm a Mom, I won't pick my nose anymore.  OK Mom.
And I replied, OK Shayla.
...if that isn't realistic goal setting then I don't know what is!
Ah my Shayla Rae! ;)

Thursday, February 14, 2013

This house is 'sucky' free!

Well a few weeks ago after a lot of trepidation we decided it was time for Tristan to be a big boy and say goodbye to his soother.  Apparently he grew up 2 years faster then Shayla.
Thank the good Lord!
Compared to our experience with Shayla it was as easy as pie!
It only took a few days and he is back to story, song, crib and falling to sleep on his own.  Yay!
OK I might have exaggerated a little... it may have took a week.  But a week, compared to Shayla still randomly crying for her sucky, is like heaven.
Now I just feel horrible for waiting so long with Shayla and giving her this traumatic experience that she still remembers.
See my theory is proving correct... all the mistakes are made on the first child.
Thank goodness I'm number 2.