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Children have a funny way of dashing your last bit of self-etsteem don't they. That is, what little is left after pregnancy and nursing.

But they do it so sweetly.

DS said to me the other day, as I was about to walk out the door "are you going to fix your hair?" My hair was fixed, really fixed, but he likes the "mommy pony-tail look" that I usually sport.

He also told me "Mom, you're a great mommy"

I pressed on: "why do you think I'm a great mommy?"

His reply: "well, because you're nice, but sometimes you're not."

Me: fake smiling. I should have stopped while I was ahead.

And...

I was prayed for the other day by the three year old. It was bitter-sweet in that she used what I guess is her new term of endearment for me. "And dear Lord," she said as she was finishing up her prayer, "thank you for my great big mommy."

Aren't they sweet?

Children and the things they say are sometimes like a great paradox. And my mind play tricks on me with it. You could easily say "oh they're children, they don't mean what they say" or you could also say "oh they're children, they say what they mean." Maybe you could sum it all up by saying this: children mean what they say, but do not know what they said really meant.

I feel better already.

The library

Getting into the groove of things with four children is slowly taking shape. Yesterday I took them on their first outing by myself, without any backup. Granted it was only to the library, for 30 minutes, but considering that this is a place where you are still expected to be reasonably quiet, I thought that this was a daring feat. It went pretty well, until the very end that is, when the 1 year old fell off of a huge stuffed turtle and screamed bloody murder. I count that successful, I mean, the fact that she was crying over a true injury and not just for a non-cry-worthy issue (i.e. not getting her way.)

So, it went well. Although the librarians (are they still called that?) were probably cursing us under their breath for the exorbitant amount of books that we left out on the tables. I can't help it that they post signs all over the place that say "Do not reshelf book, study in progress" The mom in me wants to reshelf the books. I truly leave there feeling guilty for leaving everything that we (my kids) have pulled off the shelf looked at during our visit there. I'm just hoping that when other people with small children are there, that it looks the same when they leave too.

What are they studying anyway?

Thanks!

Thank you everyone (all eight of you!) for leaving me comments! I guess since I have a small following, I will press on in my blogging (sorry kids- no breakfast today).

Anyone.....anyone?

Does anyone read my blog? Just wondering, since I hardly ever get any comments. I will give credit to some faithful few who have throughout the year given me some feedback. I can always count on my friends Hannah J. and Phoebe to occasionally pull through for a comment. But, yes, I want more! DH- do you read me?!!

So, just for this one post, I am asking-no, begging, you guys to please leave me a comment and then you will never have to again! I'm just curious of who, if anyone, is really reading this. It doesn't have to be anything lengthy or profound. Even just a simple "Me-Tarzan-me-read-blog" or "Yo" would make me so happy. Just so I know that saving the funny stories in my head until I can get a minute on the computer is not all in vain. And that the mornings my children are starving for breakfast because I'm "almost done with this post" is not all for nothing. I am just as guilty at reading other peoples blog religiously and not leaving comments so, I am trying to do better at this myself! Okay, I've gone on enough about comments:) Can anyone guess what movie my post title is from? (think 80's) DH-you don't count. I mean- you do- just not for guessing on this!

Interpreting three year olds

Abby came up to me yesterday and hugged me tight. I was so touched by her affection, until she said "Mommy, you're a great big mommy." I'm really hoping for the best meaning of this statement, but given the fact that I just had a baby, I'm not sure what she was really trying to say. I'm taking it to mean, "Mommy, you're a wonderful, grown-up mommy," instead of "Mommy, you're a huge gigantic mommy." With three year olds, you just never know.

Mr. Smarty Pants

Okay, I have to brag on my DS-5 a little bit. He is so stinkin' smart that I just am constantly amazed at the amount of useful and sometimes useless information that he retains in his little brain. He is constantly in his room reading, so I try to always have books for him that he's interested in. Right now it's astronomy. So, he will come and tell us all these facts about planets-like the order of them and characteristics of each one (I've really been learning a lot!), and inevitably when the subject of Uranus comes up, my husband, who is mentally stuck in Jr. High, will giggle to himself. I'm sure DS will too, once we start anatomy!

His previous interest had been animals. So, one day, while I was still very pregnant, I had been cooking dinner. I came out of the kitchen and exclaimed "I am burning up!" To which DS replied "Probably because you're warm-blooded." I said "how did you know that?" He replied matter-of-factly "because, all mammals are warm-blooded" What I really meant was "I know that, but how did you know that?" I am supposed to be the teacher here, right?