"Mommy, I drew your name." I absently replied "That's great, Honey." Wait...she has a crayon in her hand and I don't remember seeing any paper. Yep. There is my 'name' written in orange crayon on her bedroom wall.
Me: Mirra, where do we draw with crayons?
Mirra somberly: On paper.
Me: Do we draw on the wall?
Mirra: No.
Me: What do you need to do now? (I'm looking for 'clean it up')
Mirra: Stay calm
My giggles were very difficult to contain.
Mirra and I spent the morning rearranging her room and putting a few things on the walls. As I leave her room I say to Mirra "I need tools." I hear my husband say from the floor below "Uh oh." This makes me laugh because such a statement from me is usually followed later by "Honey, can you give me a hand?"
Mirra bought a new Ariel doll with some of her piggy bank money. Two days later she become lost. We were discussing where Ariel might be and Mirra said "maybe someone ripped it off."
I asked Mirra to put some things away in her room. She replied "It's too hard." Then she proceeded to count the nine stairs between her and her room. I told her that Mommy's job was hard and she did indeed need to put her own things away.
Drew is requesting to play baseball every evening. I pitch my best underhand to him but I still only hit the strike zone 1 out of 3 times. After hearing me say it several times Drew chases yet another errant ball saying "Mom is not a good pitcher."
