Noa referenced our conversation from earlier several times today. Tonight, as we got ready for bed,
“Mommy, if you let Baby David sleep in my room for every night, I will give you the Princess Journal that Miss Christy gave me”
and few minutes later (even when no promises were made),
“You are the kindest mommy I even saw.”
Continue reading about Overheard at my house – the bribery edition
Just finished some post-nap pillow talk with the big girls. We spoke for about a 1/2 hour about rooming/bed plans for when the boys come home, in which they both said some hilarious and precious things. One of my favorites:
Noa: “Mommy, I just want Baby David to sleep in my room with me so that when he wakes up and cries I can comfort him.”
But that’s why I wanted him in MY room. Love her mamma’s heart...
Noa: “Mommy, we’re Asian, right?”
Is it bad that I answered, “kinda”?
As I prepared lunch for the girls just now:
Noa: “But Mooooooommmmmy. I don’t want a pbj sandwich. I want a salad sandwich like you have.”
Yes, she was whining, but how could I say, “no”? She got her salad sandwich: two pieces of bread, tomatoes, lettuce (“three big pieces of salad”), and cucumbers with a little dressing. And she enjoyed the whole thing. That’s my girl!
A while back, Noa was going through a really whiney/fussy stage. Eric and I found ourselves appealing to her age to try to get her to stop (not the most biblically-based parenting style, I know). So we’d often ask her, “Noa, how old are you?”
So one day, it had happened a few times, and when she was whining Eric asked her how old she is.
She got the most exasperated expression and tone and said, “Daaaaaaddyyyyyy. How come you keep forgetting that I’m four?!?!”
Noa came out of her room on her phone,
Noa: Ok, bye (getting “off” the phone). Hey mom. My friend whose name is ‘boy’ just called and he’s coming over to pick me up for a date. I need to go get beautiful.
I am SOOOOO not ready for this.
Even if it’s all in her imagination.
Yes, she’s not even four and a half yet.
