more zingers from Charis

We’ve hit some sort of magical phase in our household lately. I’ve been struck with third trimester insomnia pretty  badly lately and can’t seem to pry my eyeballs open at 6:30 in the morning when the kids get up. (The good news is that my fabulous chiropractor seems to have fixed that yesterday with minimal effort. I love her forever and ever and ever and ever…)

Arwen loves to be in charge. She loves to boss her siblings around, and the really strange thing is that they listen to her despite my reminding them that they only have one mommy. Over the last three days, they have not even bothered to approach my bedroom door in the morning. They have ignored me altogether in fact. Today was the first day I got out of bed before 8:00!

The first day, Ezra approached my bed with a handful of red juicy cherries. I followed his hand prints down the stairway and realized why no one had been bothering me. Arwen had been stuffing them with yummy goodness for an hour or so. We decided that she should probably stick to bananas in the morning from now on. 

Today, Ezra came into our room munching something spicy. Wasabi rice crackers. Breakfast of champions?

Charis came in fully dressed and announced that she had “cleaned their whole room by herself, without whining or complaining or returning evil on evil”. Arwen rewarded her with an apple. Charis cuddled up in bed next to me, munching on that apple and jabbering away…

“When I have my next birthday I’ll be four, and then five, and then six, and then seven…” The whole time, holding up fingers to show me how many. When she got to ten she stopped, as if that was just the end.

“What are you going to do when you run out of fingers?” I asked her.

“Mmmm. Nothing. I just won’t grab anything.”


She stared at me for a while and then said, “Mommy, I had an idea.”

“Oh, did ya?”

“Yes. Actually, it was in the middle of the night. I had to go potty and there wasn’t any toilet paper.”

Out loud: “Oh?” In my head: “Uh oh.

“So, I had to go potty, but then I sat there because there was no toilet paper. And I had an idea.”

“What was your idea?”

“I just pulled my pants back up.”

“Oh. Umm.. Charis. Did you poop or just pee?”

“I did both.” (I regret if you’ve never had a conversation with Charis before, you really don’t know that she is saying all of this in a rather calm matter-of-fact sort of way. It’s hilarious to hear the child talk.)

Well, what else is bath night for, right? Sigh.