Ah, my girls. The amount of joy they bring is incredible; just looking at them makes me smile. They’re also so funny. Like, genuinely funny – the kind where they say or do something and I find myself cracking up all the time. I never thought I’d be carrying around “America’s Funniest Home Videos” in my pocket, but my phone’s camera roll has proven me wrong with some definite gems.
For the record, I do realize every parent says this type of thing about their little ones. But my kids really are hysterical. 😉
Kelly and I decided to keep things on the light side for today’s motherhood post, a part of the ongoing series we’ve been writing together, and are sharing three funny moments with our kiddos. Be sure to swing by her post – I always love Emma stories! (Side note, edited after reading hers: Mitch, you do motherhood well! Ha!) And, in case you’re new to this series, check out a few favorites so far: How many kids do you hope to have, Our tips for traveling with kids, and How did you choose your children’s names?
To pick out just a few moments is nearly impossible, but here are a few that stand out as favorites. Ready to laugh?Gracie. A sweet toddler who occasionally comes with a side of sass.
That Time When Grace Wouldn’t Stop Saying…Duck.
I don’t prefer to swear, especially on this blog, but it’s necessary for this story.
Around the time when Grace was 18 months, I had to leave town for a work trip, and Doug was left taking her to a doctor’s wellness checkup solo. He was apparently running very late, and while rushing into her room, stepped on a sharp toy and said “F*$k” under his breath in frustration.
If you have a kid, you know that any time you wish for them to un-hear something, they start screaming and repeating that word. Which is exactly what happened.
She wouldn’t stop saying “F*$k”. For, like, days.
The doctor’s visit just happened to be the wellness check up when they count words in efforts to help track language development. Within one minute she’d rattled off a slew of words, “F*$k” being the prominent one. Over, and over, and over. Needless to day, the doctor said her language skills were coming along just fine.
We tried to combat her new favorite word by “correcting” her and saying, “Duck!” after she said it. There was a long time when our conversations went a lot like this:
Mom: “No, Gracie…Duck.”
Dad: “Duck, duck, duck.”
Grace: ……(Sly smile)……”F****$K!!!”
That Time When Jo Became A Chicken.
Anyone who knows us well, knows that Gracie’s nickname is “Goose”. I honestly don’t know where it came from – I think initially “Gracie Goose” just sounded right, then “Goose” began to fit so perfectly that we dropped her actual name and went with the bird version.
That’s the back story behind why our sweet little Jo needed a fitting nickname, too. Of course, Jo is a nickname, as it Joey, but she obviously needed a bird version. I don’t know why, other than she just did.
Since Jo’s been born, she’s had so much hair – the kind of baby hair that is super soft, a little fuzzy, and sticks out all over the place. It’s a darker version of baby chicken fuzz. So, she became our little “Chicken”, sometimes referred to as “Chicky, Chicky”, to which we’ve even made up a little song for her to dance to. (“Chicky, chicky, chicky on an elephant’s trunk!”)
Are we odd? Only now while typing all this am I realizing that we may be odd. Ha!
Anyways. One morning, a few weeks ago, I went to wake Jo up and was faced with…a true chicken. All the hair on the back of her head was sticking up, making a little mohawk resembling a comb on a chicken. (Side note: Did you know that the thing on the top of a chicken’s head is called that? I didn’t until just now.) I tried wetting it to keep it smoothed down, but the chicken in her was just too powerful. It needed to shine.
Want a visual? Here you go!
That Time When Gracie “Pumped The Boobies”
Alright, this one’s a bit awkward. But it’s pretty hysterical, so I’m throwing care to the wind and am telling you anyways.
I am still breastfeeding, which means that, as a working mother, I also pump on the regular. Around the house, I’m pretty open about it. Free-flowing, if you will. Watching a movie? Great – the kids are distracted. With my morning coffee? It’s as good of a time as any. During dinner? It’s happened a time or two. (Don’t judge, the ladies gotta be relieved when they gotta be relieved.)
One effect of this openness that I didn’t expect was for Grace to, well, emulate me. Which is exactly what happened recently.
While in the bathtub, she grabbed two suction cups that had been used to hold up some toys, and placed them to her very own “boobies”. “Mommy! I pump my boobies!”, she exclaimed excitedly. I told her that’s something that only mommy does, but she was persistent on continuing to hold those suction cups up, and even started making a “swoosh, swoosh” sound while she was at it.
Wide eyed, it was at that moment when I decided that perhaps I should leverage a closed door more often.
Do you have any funny moments that stick out in your mind with your kids? If you don’t have kids, do you have funny stories from your childhood that you love? Do share in the comments below!
But, first, swing by Kelly’s post too!