I’m doing things a bit differently with today’s “Tuesday’s Random Thoughts, hosted by Ms. Keely (by the way, isn’t her blog design fabulous? Yeah — I did that. Just sayin’.).
This past week, the MOST random thoughts/conversations I had all came during a 45 minute period — our brief attempt at letting the Little Lady sleep with us.
NEVER. AGAIN.
(and, I mean it, Little Lady)
Here’s a quick script of just PART of the completely insane time we had with her — a little girl whose mind and mouth ran circles around us.
Little Lady Mommy (always whispering, mind you) Daddy (nearly always whispering)
Mommy: Shhhhh! You have to be quiet — Mr. Boy is asleep. See him there in the cradle?
LL: (yelling) OOOOOOOooooo! DADDY! Look at Mr. Boy! He’s a little bit tiny in the cradle!
Mommy: SHHHHH! Be quiet — do you want to go back to the Little Lady’s bed?
LL: (in a loud whisper) Mommy, SHHHHHHH! I’m a tryin’ ta sleep!
Daddy: Then, go to sleep.
LL: (squealing) HA! Did you HEAR that, Daddy? I TOOTED by YOU! Hmmm — my hiney itches.
Mommy: Shhhh!
LL: It’s ok, Mommy — I ‘cratch it. It’s ok.
Daddy: Little Lady!
LL: (standing up and jumping) The wheels on da bus go up and dam . . . up and dam. . .up and dam!
(interjection — yes, she neither sings the song correctly nor does she pronounce “Down” any way other than “dam.” Fun times . . . . you ought to hear her sing “I want a Fork” at dinner time. There’s no “R” in her version of fork.”)
Mommy: That’s it — you’re going back to your bed.
LL: (quickly collapsing on the bed in a prone position) No, Mommy. I stay wiiiiiiight here with YOU! Awwwww . .. look at Mr. Boy, Mommy. He’s sleeeeeeeping.
Daddy: Little Lady, you HAVE to be quiet.
LL: I’m gonna ask Santa for Christmas lights and broccoli and TWO sheep, Daddy. TWO!
Mommy: Hubby, please take her back.
LL: NOOOOOO! I stay wiiiiiiiiiiiiiight here! I don’ wanna go to my bed!
Daddy: If you can’t be quiet, you’re going back to your bed.
LL: Ok — I be quiet. Shhhhh, Daddy.
— —- All was momentarily still. —- —
LL: (hurling herself onto her Daddy) I MAY NEVER MARCH IN DE INFANTRY, RIDE IN DA CALBARY, SHIT DE ARTILDERY!
(sigh. Yes — you read that correctly. Why does every innocent word turn into a cuss word with this child?)
Daddy: (picking up our wiggling child) That’s it. Tell Mommy ‘Good Night.'”
LL: (blowing kisses) Night night, Mommy. I see you later!
Mommy: Good night, Little Lady.
LL: MOMMY!!! Shhhhhhh– Mr. Boy is sleeeeeeeeping!
(AHHHHHHH!)
