We spent a fun weekend in Helen with Nan and Pop. We went tubing down the Chattahoochee, which was so much fun! The kids really liked it for about the first half of the trip. But they started to get scared the second half when we started getting stuck on rocks and Jared and Papa would have to get out and push us over them. We tied all six of us together so we got stuck more frequently than other people. Liam said in the middle of the trip that he did not want to go tubing again until he was 18. Then a few minutes later it was not until he was 16. Later it was 10, so things are looking better for a future tubing trip.
Jared and I went to a wedding while my parents took the kids swimming and put-putting. Lucky Ducks!
Then we moseyed around downtown for a bit. Liam was mesmerized by a human statue man. When he put money in the bucket and the statue started moving, Liam was dumbfounded. His face was priceless. Now he wants to be a statue for Halloween.
On the way home we stopped at Babyland General- the Cabbage Patch Doll Hospital. Y’all. The dolls. The crowning heads. The story line. It was creepy and traumatizing. Whoever thought up that script has a sick sense of humor! After the “show” was over we, adults, just looked at each other. Jared’s face was red. My mouth was gaping open, I’m sure. My dad said “That’s wrong. Just so wrong.” I was giggling most of the time, because you know, I usually giggle at inappropriate times. Lydia, however, in her precious innocence thought it was the coolest thing ever. Bless her heart. Lydia and Liam both came home with new “adopted” babies (whose heads were once protruding out of a cabbage that resembles in way too much detail a live birth). Yay us. I may never be the same.
Lydia and I were out today running errands. She was such great company. Sometimes I look at her and miss my tiny baby girl, but then I realize how lucky I am to have her at each and every stage in life. She is such an amazing little girl and so fun to do things with. She and I were having great conversations and it was so much fun to just be with her. She is so sweet and smart and funny. I love hearing about the world from her perspective. As we were walking out of Target, hand in hand, I looked at her and told her “Lydia, you are my little best friend. I love hanging out with you!” She looked at me, thought for a minute, and said “Well then you are my best cousin. Cousins are way better than friends!” So dang cute! I love how they love and adore their cousins!
One day when Liam was at Nanny’s house she was ironing (a task that Mommy does not do). He looked at her quizzically and asked “What are you doing, Nan? Smootherizing that?”
One day when he was super tired he said “I need to take a nap; my eyes are out of energy!”
Liam Tige Erni. That boy. I really think that he is the reason for every single gray hair on my head. Sometimes time-out works. Sometimes it doesn’t. Sometimes he thinks it is funny. And even when he goes in somber or crying, when I come to get him out of time-out four minutes later he laughs. He laughs at me. Every time I sit on his bed to talk to him, he stares at me and laughs. This, my friends, about pushes me over the edge. I’m always “Do you think this is funny? I will leave you in here!” This is when he says “No, Mom, no. I do not think it is funny. (as he is cracking up) It’s just… when you are mad… your eyes get really big go like this!” And he shakes his hand back and forth. At this point we cannot get anything constructive done. He has manipulated the situation and gotten himself out of ‘THE TALK”.
Because time-out doesn’t work sometimes I just thump him on the head. This sounds terrible, I know. But it works. He hates to be thumped! And I am delighted that I have regained some control again. Sigh. While Daddy was in Utah Liam had to go in time out for something while we were at my parent’s house one day. As I was dragging him in there he was saying “Don’t thump me! Are you going to thump me?” I sat him on the bed and told him that I was just going to talk to him. Then he got this mischievous little grin on his face and asked me if he could thump me as hard as he can. “You can thump me, if I can thump you” I said. Looking angry he said “You just wait until I’m eighteen and see how hard I can thump!” Y’all. I had to just walk out. What in the world!?!?! Eighteen? How does he even know to say that? He is planning his revenge already- as a four year old? I am in trouble with this one! His smart mouth is going to get him into big trouble!