All these tidbits that pass during the day are hard to recollect at the end of long days, so most of the time I am trying to dig up that memory that I wanted to write down yet is has slipped into limbo. The IPhone to the rescue. For better or worse it has taken up residence in our family. I know can share a special moment with my kids, and instead of forming a neural pathway to commit it to memory, I just speak into the Iphone and it reminds me of that special moment later.
Does the toothfairy have siblings? Maya thinks there is a whole army of them. She stubbed her toe and after milking the injury for some time, asked her mom if the nail came off, she could put in under her pillow and the nail fairy would come. Don't know what that fairy would look like, and smell like, carrying around all those broken toenails. Back to the injury, Maya did not even know about it until Jen pointed it out, and of course then it began to hurt. Out of sight, out of mind. She also caught me repairing the dinner chair. The questions began...actually just one question..why? I told her it was old and needed some fixing. She asked if it would go to chair heaven when it got really old.
Funny. Jen was on her way to a playdate with Maya, late as usual. Maya had not had her hair done so she asked her if she wanted to do it in the front yard before they went inside or once inside. Maya neither chose A or B, yet answered that she preferred it be done in the backyard.
I took the kids to the museum by myself and the last day of the boot. We danced in the funky dance room. They have this real traffic light and intersection inside that rotates between red, yellow and green lights. Maya is the only one even paying attention and insists that we wait for the light to turn green before we proceed. So we are the only ones standing in the middle of the path waiting, while everyone else walks by. On the way out I ran a yellow light with Ashton. Super citizin Maya stopped, and got really upset because she had to wait for the next green light. Ashton loved the water section. Had to take his shirt off as water found his clothes in a matter of seconds. On the way to the parking lot is a real street to cross. It has the usual push to walk buttons, but in case you have a boot on and cannot walk fast, there is a middle button with curb to wait on. I actually can make it fine across with the boot, but Maya gets a kick out of stopping in the middle, waiting, pushing the button and crossing the second part of the street. This time I just had her push it on the way across telling her it would put more time on the clock.
Maya gets itchy on the grass, as does Ashton, thanks to Daddy's defunct genes. Maya's solution...she asked me today if I could take the itch out of our grass.
The family was headed for dinner and we stopped at a light. A man in a wheelchair was pan handling. He cruised by and Dad, with his new found soft heart for those who cannot walk, offered a few bucks. Maya threw out the question of how the man got hurt and had no legs. Jen offered her answer. Maya quipped back " No mommy, I asked Daddy" As if the guy and I were buds and I knew his story. In front of us was a old blue van that said "supervan" on the back. I commented on the label, and Maya asked if the Supervan rescued people, like Superman.
We tried Ash in Maya's gym class, and he turned into a bouncy ball, running every direction away from what he was supposed to be doing. Coach Julie was very nice, stating that all kids start out that way. Think he will finish this way for a bit.
The entry seems a bit Maya heavy, yet her words make so many wild stories.
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