Pieces of Me and Others

Pieces of Me

So i was helping Tomas over the baby gate this morning after he went upstairs and got dressed. On the way over I couldn't resist pinching his little butt. So i gave it a pinch and asked "Is this my butt?" He answered quickly saying, "No, it is mine." So I moved to his belly and tickled it and asked the same question with the same reply. Next was his hair--I tousled that and got the same, "No it is my hair." I thought to myself how big he is getting and then he says, "But I am your Tomas." I guess I can not have just one part of him....I must take it all.

Bath Time

As the kids were getting in the tub last night I checked their pjs to make sure they were appropriate. If you don't have kids you may ask why...believe me; it is just a must. So everyone was good--excpet one. The 5 year old foster boy I will refer to as Cabbage (again, don't ask!) So Cabbage was happy with his red SpiderMan jammies he had picked out, but I was curiuos as to why there was no undies. He says, and I quote, "Well, what's wrong with the boxers i have on already?" Ummmm, did he really just ask me that?!?! I explain to him that when you take a bath or shower you MUST change your undies. Not like he hasn't been getting a fresh pair each night when he takes a bath....serriously where do kids come up their reasoning?

The Great Shoe Debate

Of course this one is gonna be about Alecia, or Miss Priss, the biggest girlie girl there is. Getting ready for bed on Wednesday night she asked if she could wear her little white sandles to school on Thursday. Of course I can't remember what day she has PE so I ask if she already had it this week. I could tell by the look on her face that I would not be getting a straight answer. She gave some sideways half way backwards almost but not a complete truth or lie for that matter. I asked again and explained that she can not wear those pretty wite sandles with those litte pink flowers on them if it is PE day, but she must wear her Nike's that we got her for school. Well; again, not an answer that I would take to the jury by any means. So while trying to get to the bottom of the conversation I caught her in a few lies which resulted in her having to do a time out before bed. After time out the conversation turned to truth and why it is important and we did not speak another word about shoes. So I get her tucked in, hear her prayers say I love You twenty million times and head down stairs for my rest and relaxation. I walk into the kitchen to get a drink, flip in the light.........and guess what I find........her Nike's sitting on the counter. You see, she told a fib at play time and told me she had put her tennis shoes away so could be the first one to the play room. And by the time bed time rolled around and she was picking out her clothes, she couldn't find them and didn't want to tell me she didn't put them away. If only tose were our biggest worries as parents.