8:24 am January 15, 2009Conditional
I’m taking a break from my new schedule of eating Goldfish crackers, cleaning the house in my bathrobe (no I haven’t showered yet today, thanks for asking), and listening to the latest New Kids album on my iPod to bring you this short post.
Jachin and Zoe are adjusting pretty dang fabulously to their little brother. They give him loves. The are both excellent binkie-replacers. They remember to use Germ-X before holding his little hands or smoothing down his crazy hair. Zoe has even loosened up on her staunch rule of me not saying the words “poop” or “diaper” around her because of their embarrassing nature. (Before I would have to say, “Deacon went number 2, would you please hand me a D?” when requesting her help in a diaper changing situation.)
But still, there are limits to what the kids can handle. Like, they don’t like the crying. Take this exchange that took place last night as I took a screaming Deacon from Jachin’s lap.
Jachin: ”Woah, he’s not happy.”
Me: “He’s just hungry.”
Jachin: “Yeah, he just wanted the Milk Factory.”
(Have I not mentioned that Jachin calls me “The Milk Factory”? That’s my new title. If you call my house, you can ask for me by that name.)
Jachin: “I love him when he’s smiling.”
Me: “Wow, just when he’s smiling?”
Jachin: “Well, I mean I love him more when he’s smiling. Instead of screaming and crying and having a weird, red face.”
Me: “Oh, I see.”
Jachin: “You see, like right now… how he has a really weird face? It’s not cute, just weird. You can have him when he’s crying.”
Then Zoe piped in: ”I would give my life for baby when he’s crying.”
Jachin (calling out his little sister): “No you wouldn’t. Then why do you leave him crying on the couch and go to the other side of the room when he’s screaming? You just leave him there.”
Zoe: “Yeah, but I go to the other side of the room and I say ‘It’s okay, I would give my life for you, baby’ while he is screaming.”
Jachin: “Yeah, that’s really helpful.”
*The sarcasm hangs thick in the air*
But regardless of who goes to the other side of the room, and who thinks he has a weird crying-face, and who would or would not give their life for him when he’s crying (which I don’t think is even completely necessary), they are both adjusting fabulously to having a little brother. And I’ll take whatever help and love I can get — even the conditional kind. And the fact that I can say the word “diaper” in this house again without Zoe freaking out is a bonus.
And now I am going back to listening to “Dirty Dancing” while I try to identify the odd smell lurking somewhere in my kitchen.
Don’t be jealous of my day.
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This is awesome stuff! Seriously funny kids. The drama of I’d give my life, yeah, that makes my gut hurt. Oh and one of the teenagers in the hood we live in informed me ‘awesome’ is an 80′s word. Whatever, I apparently need to learn new cool teen vernacular so I can be cool (is cool still ok)
And, Miss Milk Factory your blog has not been tended too like it once was, what did you have a baby or something?
Comment by shahara — January 15, 2009 @ 10:22 am
@Shahara- Yeah, I need to go through all of my posts and replace “awesome” with “sick”. Or is “sick” a 90′s word? *sigh* I’m not cool.
Comment by admin — January 15, 2009 @ 11:09 am
Hey Miss Milk Factory!
How gut splitting hilarious!!! Happy to hear that everything is “normal” at your house…sounds like you have “awesome helpers” in a fun kind of way!
Or is the word “Phat” a better description? Anyway, glad you all are adjusting to the new addition.
Comment by Joan — January 15, 2009 @ 11:30 am
Oh mama milk Factory: I love that your daughter is professing her undying love for her brother, and yet poop does her in.
That’s rich stuff.
Just for the record, I think even babies with weird crying faces are mighty cute. I know, I know, it’s a sickness.
Comment by Lisa Milton — January 15, 2009 @ 2:54 pm
I am impressed that you are up and cleaning the house. I have started to make small ventures off the couch, but they certainly weren’t to clean my disgusting house. I like the “Milk Factory” name. At least he calls it like he sees it! (Or hopefully doesn’t see it too much).
Comment by Krista Hansen — January 16, 2009 @ 11:45 am
HILARIOUS as usual. And I AM jealous of your day because, while mine has been quite similar, I do not have a bathrobe. Must get one of those. Your kids sound totally awesome – such little martyrs to put up with all that crying. Mine has started telling the baby “it’s too much for me!” when he’s crying. Kids are the best.
Comment by Heather — January 16, 2009 @ 12:56 pm
My nickname at home is Mommy Milk Machine. Thank God for that, though. Otherwise I’d just be the crazy lady with funky hair talking to herself in the kitchen.
Comment by Leslie — January 17, 2009 @ 10:40 am