This was Genevieve's first year selling Girl Scout cookies. She brought the form to my work and as it turns out, all one needs to do to sell a shit ton of cookies is lose one's four front teeth and smile. She's been missing the front two teeth since JULY. I expect Kiera's to be in before GG's. This brings our 6 year old's lost tooth total to eight. She has really come into her own this year in Kindergarten and I am bursting with pride watching her grow more confident in herself. She's silly and funny but still empathetic and a fabulous big sister. Takes great care of the baby when I need an extra set of eyes. She's now into asking us, "do you know what ______ is in GG Speak?" Then of course we say no and she is happy to inform us. FYI New York in GG Speak is 'Hootburg'. She finds Luke very funny and often just looks at us with a very grown up 'knowing' look, shrugs her shoulders, and says, "hilarious". This doesn't mean they always get along. One area I need to work on with her is her instinct to just clock Luke when she is angry at him. Not that he doesn't deserve it but we have got to work on that self control. Ballet continues to be her favorite thing and this year she's in not one but two dances in the recital. Double the costume charges, double the fun. She has not one, not two, but four boyfriends at school and her bestie this year is Addison.
Luke gets funnier every day. He has a whole variety of voices. One is a surfer-dude style when he likes to say, "Mom, can I have a treat?" but it comes out like "Mahm. Can I have a tray-t?". Or the falsetto voice paired with the phrase, "So...can I saw Kiera?" and "So...can I have a knife?". So that's concerning. Even his regular voice is funny...it's part Bostonian, part New Yorker (or Hootburger). He calls walkie talkies hawkie talkies and announced that at his wedding he is NOT wearing a mosquito (tuxedo). His little brain goes a lot faster than his mouth and many sentence start with, "Nuh.....nuh....nuh...." while he tries to gather his words. He wears a dinosaur shirt almost every day, loves playing outside, and is starting to give up his naps. He's been potty trained since before he turned three but still needs a diaper at night. He woke me up the other night to go potty by first sneezing directly in my face and then announcing he needed to go. Lovely. Luke hates it, and I mean despises it, when I wear my hair up. Seriously if I put my hair up and walk into the room he looks straight at me, totally deadpan, and says, "Mommy, why's your hay-r up? I don't lite it. Put it down." Sometimes if I put it up he just looks at me and heaves a big, disappointed sigh. He's also my real-life Stewie, oftentimes saying "Mommy. Mommy. Mama. Mom. Mom. Mommy. Mom. Mom." To which I respond, "Yes?" and he replies "....Nothing" then walks away. ARUGH.
Quotable kids:
L to G: I'm going to punch you in the vulva!
G to me: Mommy, this is to convince you
L to me: What he hell, mommy? (cue the stink eye to Matt)
L to GG: Let's play tball! You be da hitter and I'll be da glover
L to Matt: Dad, do you want to take off your shirt? Matt: No bud that's ok. L totally perplexed: But...we're men.
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