Kya starts gymnastics class tonight. Or, as she calls it, “gymtaskits.” She is very excited, even though she can’t wear a skirt.
The other day, as I was getting her ready in the morning, she said to me, completely out of the blue, “Mommy… you’re a good mommy.” Yes, I melted. I turned into a little puddle of mom.
She’s also been copping some serious attitude with me lately, saying things like “Whatever, MOM,” and “Just LEAVE ME ALONE!” Did I miss something? Did ten years go by and I not realize it yet? If so, my, she’s awfully short. Perhaps I should take her to a doctor.
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don’t worry, soon, she’ll be talking about you to her therapist and you’ll have a wonderful, non-attitude-infested in-person relationship. cuz she’ll tell the doc everything!
i’m just kidding/looking forward to it myself.
you are a good mommy.
I’m not sure how old Kitten is, but my four year old SON has already picked up “o-KAY, Mom” and other various rude 14 year old phrases. I feel your pain.
Well, all I can say is that Capone (my pug) will sometimes look at me then walk away while leaving a cloud of pug gas in my midst. That’s all I’ve got.
Nice pictures.
I see you put up a smear-faced one of your Karaoke adventure.
When you gonna send me some pictures, dammit?!
Love.
awww – a puddle of mom.
Be careful, puddles of mom are known to stain.
Do you have a hard time not laughing when she says that stuff?
my mom won’t let me call her mommy so that is just awesome puddle it up.