When Renna gets flustered, or drops something, or is otherwise in need of an expression of frustration or consternation she says, "Oh, bumpers!" Can you tell we watch a lot of Chuggington? I'm surprised she didn't pick something from Thomas the Tank Engine since that's her favorite show, but it annoys Jamie so we don't watch it much. It's just too funny when she says it. At dinner last night she dropped a green bean and she said, "Oh, bumpers!" and looked rather distressed as she picked up the dropped veggie from her lap. Then there are the times when she seems to say it for no reason. Like while we're driving she'll suddenly say it a few times, in a sort of matter of fact tone. Funny. I wonder what's going on in her mind in moments like that.
Of course, at dinner last night, she started making the F sound, drawn out. I didn't know what she was doing, maybe just feeling the sensation of saying it or whatever like kids do. I asked her what she was doing. And Jamie repeated the F sound. Then said, "oh, fuck!" I about died. I don't use that word much at all, but I know two others who do. So we told him not to use that word but tried to not make a big hilarious-and-therefore-must-repeat deal out of it.
Another cute thing Renna did last night, happened just before dinner. I had my computer on my lap, my left elbow on it and my chin resting on my hand. Renna, who was sitting next to me, leaned over to look at my computer, said "hmmmm" in a very contemplative way, and put her right hand on her cheek. She was doing what I was doing! Such a sweet girl. I'll enjoy her wanting to be just like me while I can.
Oh, and somehow Renna wandered into Nana's room last night and crawled into bed with her. She usually comes to me to snuggle around 7 am, but I didn't hear her at all so I don't think she even tried to come to our bed. It's the first night she went to Nana's room. I feel a bit guilty, though. Last night she woke up twice, and the second time she was inconsolable so I got her up and sat with her on the couch. She was clearly bothered by something, and we think it's her teeth, but she when I asked if she had any pain or hurts she said no. When Mama asked, she said yes. So Mama gave her children's Motrin and a popsicle and then she tossed and turned on my lap and eventually was drowsy enough for me to put her down. I wasn't very patient or that nurturing. I was too busy being irritated. MamaFail. :(
Jamie was a big boy this morning. Michael and I had to get up early to go to campus, and he was already up. He was thrilled to have us all to himself and went around chatting to us and had breakfast with his Dada. He told Michael that he was a handsome man and had grown up and was big now and was a man and that he'd grow up to be a man, too. He talked to us about his trains and his cereal and his stickers. When we started getting our things together, he asked where we were going and I told him. I was afraid he'd ask to go with us and I'd have to tell him he couldn't go, but he said he wanted to stay here. He didn't want to be alone, he wanted to be with Nana. So I told him I'd be getting Nana up soon and she'd be with him. When I left I told him I loved him and he said he loved me, I blew him a kiss and he blew me one. I told him if he needed me to have Nana call me. He gave me a quizzical look. So I repeated it and asked if he understood. He then looked at me like I was a moron and said yes. I think he doesn't understand why he'd need me while I was gone because his Nana was home. What would he need that she wouldn't get/do for him? Ah, well. At least he loves me even if he doesn't need me.
They're such good kids. We really lucked out with them.
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