Right now Audrey is brushing my hair. Here is the one-way conversation: "Lean over your head This is gonna hurt. You have knots. When you get close and I finish brushing your hair you can be the mommy. You look pretty, like a reindeer. You look really, really pretty mom. There, now you're all cute mom."
Alex chimed in from out of nowhere, "Audrey looks cute as a dog. Mommy looks cute as a dog."
I had to ask for clarification on dog and sure enough, he said dog.
Audrey skipped the terrible two's and jumped to the angst filled sixteen's. She cries for nothing or for anything. She spends a lot of time in her room. This is by her choice. I tell her when she stops crying she is free to come out and join us. She stays in there until I remind her she can come out. You may think she is playing with her toys but she isn't. She is laying on her bed whining/crying/throwing a fit. Bless her heart. I wish I could be serious and blame her father for this behavior but unfortunately I can see too much of me. I was hoping that would give me better insight into how to handle it but alas - tis not so.
Alex begins Kindergarten on Tuesday. I am a mess. Why?! He is going to love it. I am excited for him. Really, I am. I am sad that I am losing my little boy. I get a little man out of it, but I sure love this little boy. I will apologize to him now for making him a momma's boy. But I can't help it.
Well, Alex is chasing and "shooting" at Audrey with a paint brush while running with only a shirt and underwear on. Audrey is sans shorts as well. They are playing Batman and Audrey is Poison Ivy. Weird. I should go stop the killings.
