Ish

Big doin's here in Kzoo.

Little Man has potty trained himself - and there is NO WAY I'll actually admit it's been easy, because then the potty training Gods would wreak havoc on our potty parade. And, no one wants that. Really.

Princess has her first "wiggly, jiggly tooth" -- her words, and, I hope she calls them that forever. It's heart-meltingly adorable.

Little Man decided it was time for a Big Boy bed, which meant Princess passed her Daddy-made bed down and a REAL Big Girl bed was purchased for her. She also picked out the bed "stuff", and I swear her room now makes her look "older". Ugh.

Princess' bus schedule for FIRST GRADE came the other day. It says her adorable little self will be gone for EIGHT AND A HALF HOURS. Every. Day. She's too little for that. Seriously.

So, let's recap:
Potty training
First loose tooth
Big Boy bed
BIG Big Girl bed
Schedule for firstborn's LONG school days.

Forget the caffeine IV about which I "joke" -- change it out for straight up Jack Daniels!

Okay, so as the nostalgia for their youth (read: infancy) is elevating, I decide to embrace the change (HA)! Princess and I are sitting on her brand new, GINORMOUS bed, and BOOM!

Collapsed.

New bed. On floor.

Hubby not home.

Shit.

After dismantling, assessing the situation, and determining that I had NO EFFING CLUE how to fix the broken bed frame, I decided that Hubby's handiwork was needed.

As I walked out into the living room to join the chaos of kids, this was the exchange between Princess and me:

HER: Um, Mom?

ME: Yes?

HER: Ya know, I think it's your fault my bed broke.

ME: (totally dumbfounded. and speechless)

HER: (a bit slow and cautious with her delivery) Well... uh... you know, because you're kinda heavy. Ish.

Yep. She said it.

Complete with the "ish".


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