Actual conversation at the dinner table tonight.
I am too busy to make salad. I place a bowl of raw thin cut green cabbage on the table to supplement the warmed up chicken curry and rice from last night. It is completely unadorned.
Boy:MMM this cabbage tastes really good mommy, thanks for giving it to us.
Girl:Mommy, can I have more chicken?
Me: As soon as you eat your cabbage you can.
Girl: Okay, and then I can have more chicken!
Boy: May I have some more cabbage?
Me: Eat your meat and rice first.
Girl: Mommy I ate my cabbage, now I want some more chicken.
Me: Here you go.
Boy: I want some more cabbage now.
Me: It's all gone.
Boy: But you could cut me come more.
Me: I could; do you really want more?
Boy: MMMHHMMM CABBAGE IS TASTY!
Girl: Mommy I want some more cabbage too. Will you cut some more cabbage for me to eat?
Boy and Girl: Thanks Mommy for the cabbage.
Another parenting moment.
I hear the Girl making noise in the bedroom.
She is writhing in her bed whining. I pick her up and carry her out, to keep her from waking the others, and to soothe the nightmare away. I ask her if she has to go pee. She mumbles inarticulately. I sit her in my lap and stroke her hair.
Suddenly I feel a suspicious warm on my leg and hear the sound of liquid thudding into carpet. It goes on and on and on. Her bladder keeps emptying. I am trying to wake her. "Why are you peeing on me?" "Why didn't you tell me you had to go pee?" "Were you not awake?"
She blinks and teeters and gradually wakes up and starts to cry at the wetness all around her.
On the plus side, her bed is still dry, which is good because I'm out of clean pee pads.
And since we're talking about peeing at night, I heard the Baby crying a few nights ago and walked into the the bedroom to find the Boy, short off, running in crazy circles back and forth in his sleep. The shorts were a little wet and so I guided him to the bathroom. I think he was trying to wake up to go pee, but only his body was cooperating. I am so very glad the Baby was wakened because I hate to think where his sleep addled brain may have decided that the toilet was. Once it was the trash can in the bathroom. I've decided to call that progress. Because I am choosing optimism.
I have a story to tell you all. But it will have to wait a few more days to see how it ends.
I am like the last person in the blog world to have been tagged for the 7 weird things meme. I haven't forgotten Tamra, it's just been crazy busy around here. Stay posted.