Oh help.
Murray: (sigh) I wish I had a girlfriend.
Me: Oh really? What would you do with a girlfriend?
Murray: Play with her.
Me: (another sigh, this time, of relief) That's nice. Why do you want a girlfriend?
Murray: Well, Mom, she showed me her butt.
Me: (trying to stay calm) Really? Where? When?
Murray: I can't tell you where, but it was a few days ago.
Me: What did you do?
Murray: Well, I hid by a tree.
Me: Good choice, Murray. We shouldn't show our private parts, right?
Murray: Right, but we can to our moms and dads, but not to our friends.
Me: Yep, that's right!
Murray: But, can we talk about a penis, a vagina, and a pink eye?
Oh help.
Showing posts with label conversations with children. Show all posts
Showing posts with label conversations with children. Show all posts
Blind Faith
The following conversation took place while tucking Murray in last night.
Murray: Mama, are there houses in heaven?
Me: Yes, Murray, God has a place for all of His children, because He loves us all SO much.
Murray: Grandma Kathy tickled my feet.
Me: She did? When?
Murray: When I was sleeping one day. I giggled.
Murray: I just wanted to know if there were blankets in heaven.
Me: Yep, there sure is! God has lots of fluffy blankets just for you!
Murray: Will He have my white blanket?
Murray: Mama, are there animals in heaven?
Me: You bet, Mur! There are lots and lots of animals.
Murray: How come?
Me: Because God loves animals and people, just the same. In God's eyes, we're all perfect.
He created everything on earth with lots and lots of love.
Murray: What happens when you get to heaven? Are there games? Are there toys? What about
houses? Will our house be there? Can we play in heaven? Do people still love us in
heaven?
Me: Yes, Murray. Heaven is a much better place that anything here on Earth. And, God has a
Huge Kingdom for all of us to live together. Isn't that great?
Murray: What about songs? Are there songs in heaven?
Me: Yes, in heaven, everyone sings with joy, because they love God and heaven so much.
I relied on my Catholic upbringing and blind faith to get through this conversation. More devout Catholics than I may have chosen to answer his questions differently, and honestly, my Catholicism is a work in progress.
I love that he's curious. I just wish I had the perfect answers. Like I said, I'm a work in progress.
Good thing he's going to St. Joseph's in the fall. I might have to join him.
Murray: Mama, are there houses in heaven?
Me: Yes, Murray, God has a place for all of His children, because He loves us all SO much.
Murray: Grandma Kathy tickled my feet.
Me: She did? When?
Murray: When I was sleeping one day. I giggled.
Murray: I just wanted to know if there were blankets in heaven.
Me: Yep, there sure is! God has lots of fluffy blankets just for you!
Murray: Will He have my white blanket?
Murray: Mama, are there animals in heaven?
Me: You bet, Mur! There are lots and lots of animals.
Murray: How come?
Me: Because God loves animals and people, just the same. In God's eyes, we're all perfect.
He created everything on earth with lots and lots of love.
Murray: What happens when you get to heaven? Are there games? Are there toys? What about
houses? Will our house be there? Can we play in heaven? Do people still love us in
heaven?
Me: Yes, Murray. Heaven is a much better place that anything here on Earth. And, God has a
Huge Kingdom for all of us to live together. Isn't that great?
Murray: What about songs? Are there songs in heaven?
Me: Yes, in heaven, everyone sings with joy, because they love God and heaven so much.
I relied on my Catholic upbringing and blind faith to get through this conversation. More devout Catholics than I may have chosen to answer his questions differently, and honestly, my Catholicism is a work in progress.
I love that he's curious. I just wish I had the perfect answers. Like I said, I'm a work in progress.
Good thing he's going to St. Joseph's in the fall. I might have to join him.
Questions, Questions, Questions
I often find myself completely dumbfounded at the questions Murray asks. Here are some of the latest. Note that sometimes I pull answers out of my ear.
Q: How do brakes stop the wheeuhs?
A: There's a machine in the engine so when you press the brake pedal, the machine stops the wheels.
Q: How does the frost get on the trees and the windows?
A: It gets cold out, and then...well, Jack Frost visits.
Q: Why?
A: Because it's winter.
Q: How come you yike to do sewing?
A: Because I like it.
Q: Why?
A: Because it's relaxing.
Q: What's rewaxing?
A: When you rest.
Q: Why does Rudy have a taiuh?
A: Because God gave him a tail.
Q: How are some kids bigger than me?
A: Because they were born before you.
Q: How?
A: Because God said so.
Q: How yong is it to the cities?
A: Four hours.
Q: How yong is that?
A: Ummm...a long time.
Q: Why?
A: Because it's far away.
Q: How does the vaccuum cweaner suck up stuff?
A: Well, there's a mechanism that - never mind. Go ask your Dad.
Feel free to leave some suggestions for answers in the comment section. I could use some help here.
Q: How do brakes stop the wheeuhs?
A: There's a machine in the engine so when you press the brake pedal, the machine stops the wheels.
Q: How does the frost get on the trees and the windows?
A: It gets cold out, and then...well, Jack Frost visits.
Q: Why?
A: Because it's winter.
Q: How come you yike to do sewing?
A: Because I like it.
Q: Why?
A: Because it's relaxing.
Q: What's rewaxing?
A: When you rest.
Q: Why does Rudy have a taiuh?
A: Because God gave him a tail.
Q: How are some kids bigger than me?
A: Because they were born before you.
Q: How?
A: Because God said so.
Q: How yong is it to the cities?
A: Four hours.
Q: How yong is that?
A: Ummm...a long time.
Q: Why?
A: Because it's far away.
Q: How does the vaccuum cweaner suck up stuff?
A: Well, there's a mechanism that - never mind. Go ask your Dad.
Feel free to leave some suggestions for answers in the comment section. I could use some help here.
Four Is Not Fun At Four A.M.
NOTE: Edited for the hog/hug mistake. I'm sure there are more typos, but please, overlook them. I'm certainly not a winner at writing. I just love it.
Most of the time, I'm the parent with the most patience. Having patience also makes me the parent most likely to give in. We try to raise him with a firm hand, and I feel like we're doing a pretty good job.
Sometimes.
It's time for Mama to take back control.
Most of the time, I'm the parent with the most patience. Having patience also makes me the parent most likely to give in. We try to raise him with a firm hand, and I feel like we're doing a pretty good job.
Sometimes.
No one told me that child rearing a four year old would prove more challenging than a fussy newborn, or a curious toddler, or an inquisitive three year old. The minute Murray turned four is the minute he turned naughty. Exasperatingly naughty. Whiny, demanding, bossy, demanding, whiny...I think you get the picture. Oh., and this 'silly' phase is for the birds. C'mon Mur, you're cute enough the way it is, no need to put on your goofy hat.
I've spent a lot of time on the phone with G.K. for parenting advice.
Sometimes, I find it easier to give in to just "one more snack" instead of listening to wails of "but, I'm SO hungry, Mom!" Then there are the crocodile tears that he seems to be able to turn on at the drop of a hat. The kid could win an Oscar. I think he's the next Dakota Fanning. Hmmm....maybe I should look into that?
This morning, at 4:00 a.m., I woke to said child yelling from his room. "Mom, Dad! I'm awake! Can I sleep in your room?" Craig replies that yes, he may, but on his crib mattress on the floor and not in our bed.
Murray skips across the hall (who skips at 4:00 a.m.?) blanket in hand and lies down. Thirty seconds later: "Mom, I'm cowwed (cold)!" We groggily explained that if he wants to sleep in our room, he would have to bring in his pillows and more bedding by himself. BIG sigh from Murray. He stomps - so much for the skipping - to his room after a litany of complaints and returns with a flimsy blanket.
"Mom, I need my wittwah (little) bear and a hithow (pillow)." Again, he needs to get those himself, I explain. "WAAAA!!! BUT I WANT YOU TO GET IT!"
This is where I give in. FINE. Now I'm acting like the four year old; stomping into his room to retrieve the darn bear and a pillow. I finally get back into bed and I hear a whine, "Mom, you forgot my Pooh, and my dowphin, and my car, and my bobber, and moose."
You've GOT to be kidding me, I'm thinking. I haul myself out of my nice warm bed, and off I go again. I grabbed pretty much everything in his entire room and dumped it on the floor next to him. I snuggle him back in, then myself, and think, finally, some sleep.
"Mom, he whispers. Can I have a drink of wadder?" So, I grab my water mug, hand it to him, he drinks, and I hiss, "I don't want to hear another word from you until morning." Craig rolls over, looks at me and says, "Marie, that was kind of mean."
So, I burst into tears, apologize to Murray profusely, give him a big hug, and try to explain that Mama is just really tired and we all need some sleep.
I felt terrible. And guilty. And terrible. Soon, all three males in the house are snoring, while I was wide awake. I sighed, grabbed my book and settled on the couch for a good read.
At seven, when the house began to stir, Murray buried his head under the covers, asked me to turn the light off, and demanded the he sleep longer. Go figure.
It's time for Mama to take back control.
Driving Mr. Murray
Riding in the car with Murray is always an adventure in conversation. You just never know what will pop out of his mouth. For example, today's 7-minute trip went something like this:
"Mom, you picked me up early? Why? Mom, why is it cloudy? It's not too windy for me. Hey Mom! I sure love Rudy. Mom, who's in that car next to us? Mom, I made a snowman puppet today. Mom, the cops are nice, right? Mom? I know how many more sleeps until we go to the cities with dad. Mommy, why didn't I get a snack at Linsay's house today? Mom, are you driving the speed limit? Mom, Gordon is the fastest engine on Sodor! Mom, I didn't tell the secret to anyone! Oh, Mom? Will you help me set up my sticky trains when we get home?" Mom, why do you love me? Mom, what are we having for dinner? Mom, guess what? Well...I forgot. Mom, how did I eat all the pudding? I know, let's have homemade mac & cheese for supper! Okay, Mom? Will you make me that please? Mom, I didn't share my Hero because my other friends have their own trains."
Who needs talk radio when you have a Murray?
A Letter to Santa
I have recently received several verbal comments that my blog is too sad to read. I have no idea why this bothers me, but I can't seem to brush it off. I admit, Murray's Momma is often peppered with topics that are serious, sad, or sometimes even depressing. I don't like to hide from the tough stuff, and frankly, I'm just not that funny.
But guess what? I will continue to write what I feel, and I sincerely hope that you'll stick with me. I'm not ALWAYS that depressing, am I?
Don't answer that.
In an effort to lighten things up, the following is the letter to Santa that Murray composed last night. He dictated, I wrote. I did edit it just a tish, because he tends to ramble, and I didn't have the energy to hand write a novel.
Dear Santa,
I have been good but Owen has been bad so he goes on the bad list. You should call his mom and Linsay and tell them that Owen didn't help clean up so he is bad. I have been VERY good so can I have some cars, train tracks and a helicopter?
My mom would like a rockstot (a 12 qt. stock pot), a processer for food (food processor) and she wants new jammies. So could you bring those for her?
Oh, and can you bring Legos so I can build whatever I want? I will leave you milk and cookies and some carrots for the deer, but I don't how you will feed them.
Love,
Murray (picture a 4-year old version of the letter "M")
Note: Notice that DH wasn't included in the letter? I'm assuming Santa won't be delivering presents with Craig's name on them.
Merry Christmas!
But guess what? I will continue to write what I feel, and I sincerely hope that you'll stick with me. I'm not ALWAYS that depressing, am I?
Don't answer that.
In an effort to lighten things up, the following is the letter to Santa that Murray composed last night. He dictated, I wrote. I did edit it just a tish, because he tends to ramble, and I didn't have the energy to hand write a novel.
Dear Santa,
I have been good but Owen has been bad so he goes on the bad list. You should call his mom and Linsay and tell them that Owen didn't help clean up so he is bad. I have been VERY good so can I have some cars, train tracks and a helicopter?
My mom would like a rockstot (a 12 qt. stock pot), a processer for food (food processor) and she wants new jammies. So could you bring those for her?
Oh, and can you bring Legos so I can build whatever I want? I will leave you milk and cookies and some carrots for the deer, but I don't how you will feed them.
Love,
Murray (picture a 4-year old version of the letter "M")
Note: Notice that DH wasn't included in the letter? I'm assuming Santa won't be delivering presents with Craig's name on them.
Merry Christmas!
Let's Be Honest - Parenting Faux Pas
Have you ever had that parenting moment when you lost your cool? I don't mean physically, of course. I mean, that moment when you lost your patience and yelled at your child; words you wish you could take back?
I have to admit, I'm guilty.
We were on night six of Murray either a) refusing to go to sleep or b) climbing into our bed in the middle of the night. We were sleep deprived and our kidneys were aching from being kicked by a four year old all night.
So much for our "no sleeping in our bed" policy. At 3 a.m., we just don't have the patience to fight it out.
Anyway.
Early one morning (very early, think 2 a.m.), I had moved Murray's mattress twice, carried ancient Nala down the stairs to go outside, carried her back up the stairs, and put Rudy out and back in. At last, I thought I would finally have a few precious hours of sleep. But, as I was finally drifting off, I heard: "Mama, I don't want to sleep here."
Oh, good grief.
I wanted to scream, "Go the blankity blank blank to sleep!" (oh, I love you Samuel L. Jackson), but I restrained myself. Instead, I muttered, "If you don't go to bed RIGHT NOW, I will call Santa and ask him not to come here on Christmas!"
Thankfully, Murray didn't hear me, but still, I really hated myself at that moment. I am the absolute meanest Mommy in the universe.
After that, I didn't sleep either.
I have to admit, I'm guilty.
We were on night six of Murray either a) refusing to go to sleep or b) climbing into our bed in the middle of the night. We were sleep deprived and our kidneys were aching from being kicked by a four year old all night.
So much for our "no sleeping in our bed" policy. At 3 a.m., we just don't have the patience to fight it out.
Anyway.
Early one morning (very early, think 2 a.m.), I had moved Murray's mattress twice, carried ancient Nala down the stairs to go outside, carried her back up the stairs, and put Rudy out and back in. At last, I thought I would finally have a few precious hours of sleep. But, as I was finally drifting off, I heard: "Mama, I don't want to sleep here."
Oh, good grief.
I wanted to scream, "Go the blankity blank blank to sleep!" (oh, I love you Samuel L. Jackson), but I restrained myself. Instead, I muttered, "If you don't go to bed RIGHT NOW, I will call Santa and ask him not to come here on Christmas!"
Thankfully, Murray didn't hear me, but still, I really hated myself at that moment. I am the absolute meanest Mommy in the universe.
After that, I didn't sleep either.
Date Day with Murray
Murray and I had the best day today. We had a "date day"; we spent the entire day together. In no particular order:
1. We slept in.
2. We watched Curious George and ate breakfast sandwiches.
3. We had a photo session at the park with Jennifer. Lots of giggling.
4. We stocked up on art supplies.
5. We shared hot chocolate.
6. We worked on many "masterpieces".
7. We took a nap together.
8. We played several games of Memory and Candy Land.
9. We set up his castle and ate homemade macaroni and cheese while we giggled some more.
10. We spent time with Aunt Maggie.
11. We sang songs and danced and read books.
Whew! I'm exhausted. Today was one of those days that you just know you'll never forget.
Our house is covered in finger paint and glitter glue, the dishes didn't get washed, and the laundry was ignored. But you know, I just don't care. When Murray woke up from his nap, snuggled in tight with me and said, "Mama, thanks SO much for staying with me today, I love you.", I realized that a dirty house is a happy home.
One more thing to remember: When you're drinking cranberry juice and letting your child paint at the same time, be sure to keep the water glass separate from your juice. If you don't, you might accidentally drink the paint water instead of your juice and throw up. Not that this has ever happened to me; I was just thinking about how gross that would be.
-MM
1. We slept in.
2. We watched Curious George and ate breakfast sandwiches.
3. We had a photo session at the park with Jennifer. Lots of giggling.
4. We stocked up on art supplies.
5. We shared hot chocolate.
6. We worked on many "masterpieces".
7. We took a nap together.
8. We played several games of Memory and Candy Land.
9. We set up his castle and ate homemade macaroni and cheese while we giggled some more.
10. We spent time with Aunt Maggie.
11. We sang songs and danced and read books.
Whew! I'm exhausted. Today was one of those days that you just know you'll never forget.
Our house is covered in finger paint and glitter glue, the dishes didn't get washed, and the laundry was ignored. But you know, I just don't care. When Murray woke up from his nap, snuggled in tight with me and said, "Mama, thanks SO much for staying with me today, I love you.", I realized that a dirty house is a happy home.
One more thing to remember: When you're drinking cranberry juice and letting your child paint at the same time, be sure to keep the water glass separate from your juice. If you don't, you might accidentally drink the paint water instead of your juice and throw up. Not that this has ever happened to me; I was just thinking about how gross that would be.
-MM
The Latest
Note: Edited. Please excuse the puncuation. I'm still "yearning".
It's that time again, when I post some of my favorite conversations and "Murrayisms" that our dear boy has blessed us with.
Someday, I hope he'll get a kick out of these posts. Or maybe, this will completely humiliate him and that will lead him to never having friends, and never finding his one true love, and then he'll have a complex and it will be all my fault.
Anyway. That's not going to happen for another 30 years, at least.
Overheard at bed time: "Dad, are you wearing underwear?" "Yes, Murray, I am. Why?" Craig replies. "Because wearing underwear makes you healthy and strong and so we should always wear them."
"Mama, how did the frog get in your froat?" I tend to forget that he takes everything literally.
"Mom, I'm yearning!" Learning, yes, yearning, no. And we should probably work on those "L" sounds.
"Dammit, dammit, dammit, dammit, dammit, dammit, dammit, dammit." Whoops, that would be my fault. Could be worse, I guess.
While playing hide and seek: "Mama, I'm going to take my shoes off so that I can hide in your bed." Where, oh where, could he be?
"Mama, I have a good idea! Let's go to Target and get a disco ball, they show rainbows! Good idea, right, mama?" What the heck? When questioned, he claimed that he heard about the disco ball on Curious George.
While cooking: "Mom, I'm taking five."" Where did that come from?
"Hey Mom! Whet's go outside and pway. We could walk around the bwock, right?" Sure we can. Let's keep working on those "L's".
"How can you get mad at this face?" Thanks, dear cousin Kevin, for that one. He uses this phrase every time he gets in trouble and it's impossible not to laugh.
-MM
It's that time again, when I post some of my favorite conversations and "Murrayisms" that our dear boy has blessed us with.
Someday, I hope he'll get a kick out of these posts. Or maybe, this will completely humiliate him and that will lead him to never having friends, and never finding his one true love, and then he'll have a complex and it will be all my fault.
Anyway. That's not going to happen for another 30 years, at least.
Overheard at bed time: "Dad, are you wearing underwear?" "Yes, Murray, I am. Why?" Craig replies. "Because wearing underwear makes you healthy and strong and so we should always wear them."
"Mama, how did the frog get in your froat?" I tend to forget that he takes everything literally.
"Mom, I'm yearning!" Learning, yes, yearning, no. And we should probably work on those "L" sounds.
"Dammit, dammit, dammit, dammit, dammit, dammit, dammit, dammit." Whoops, that would be my fault. Could be worse, I guess.
While playing hide and seek: "Mama, I'm going to take my shoes off so that I can hide in your bed." Where, oh where, could he be?
"Mama, I have a good idea! Let's go to Target and get a disco ball, they show rainbows! Good idea, right, mama?" What the heck? When questioned, he claimed that he heard about the disco ball on Curious George.
While cooking: "Mom, I'm taking five."" Where did that come from?
"Hey Mom! Whet's go outside and pway. We could walk around the bwock, right?" Sure we can. Let's keep working on those "L's".
"How can you get mad at this face?" Thanks, dear cousin Kevin, for that one. He uses this phrase every time he gets in trouble and it's impossible not to laugh.
-MM
Help Me Help You
Murray is at that stage where he wants to help. And I mean help with Every. Little. Thing. Craig and I encourage experimentation and feel that we might as well take advantage of this phase.
Yeah, right. Dumb idea.
For instance, on Sunday, I went a little nuts and decided to spend the day in the kitchen preparing for winter hibernation (i.e. canning). Murray was ever so helpful; mixing, pouring, andgetting in my way "washing" the dishes. What would have taken me a few hours turned into an all day event.
That's only the beginning. It took Craig and Murray over 45 minutes to vacuum and mop the floors yesterday. And he did such a great job with our paper mache volcano project that it took a week in the sun to dry out. He helped water the plants (and the floor), brush the dogs (much to their chagrin), feed the dogs (they were happy, they got an enormous portion), release a spider (yuck) and helped DH hang a mirror (while sitting on Craig's shoulders), and is now assisting Craig with supper (which, at this point, means staring at the oven waiting for the biscuits).
Don't get me wrong; I'm thrilled that we're raising a helpful boy. I have visions of Murray feeding the homeless, raising money for charity, and planting trees in the Amazon.
I just don't understand why this helping phase doesn't include picking up his toys.
-MM
P.S. Laugh track for the day: While playing Hide and Seek tonight, I was the "counter" and Murray said, "Mama, I'm going to take off my shoes so I can hide in your bed." Where could he be?
Yeah, right. Dumb idea.
For instance, on Sunday, I went a little nuts and decided to spend the day in the kitchen preparing for winter hibernation (i.e. canning). Murray was ever so helpful; mixing, pouring, and
That's only the beginning. It took Craig and Murray over 45 minutes to vacuum and mop the floors yesterday. And he did such a great job with our paper mache volcano project that it took a week in the sun to dry out. He helped water the plants (and the floor), brush the dogs (much to their chagrin), feed the dogs (they were happy, they got an enormous portion), release a spider (yuck) and helped DH hang a mirror (while sitting on Craig's shoulders), and is now assisting Craig with supper (which, at this point, means staring at the oven waiting for the biscuits).
Don't get me wrong; I'm thrilled that we're raising a helpful boy. I have visions of Murray feeding the homeless, raising money for charity, and planting trees in the Amazon.
I just don't understand why this helping phase doesn't include picking up his toys.
-MM
P.S. Laugh track for the day: While playing Hide and Seek tonight, I was the "counter" and Murray said, "Mama, I'm going to take off my shoes so I can hide in your bed." Where could he be?
Dear Darla
Have you seen the 1990's version of "The Little Rascals"? If you haven't, it's pretty cute. Murray's watched it so many times, he can recite several lines. Our favorite is:
"Dear Darla,"
"I hate your stinkin' guts."
"You make me vomit."
"You are the scum between my toes."
Only Murray's version is this:
"Dear Darla"
"I hate your stinkin' guts."
"You make me bomit."
"You are the skunk between my toes."
I realize this probably isn't the healthiest thing to teach your child, but the way he recites it is so funny that I make him do it several times daily. Laughter guaranteed.
On a completely unrelated note, you may have noticed that I haven't posted pictures and video clips in a long time. This is because I had an old laptop that didn't support our cameras (they're ancient, too). Anyway, last week, my computer finally crashed. It crashed so hard that even Craig couldn't fix it.
I swear I didn't dump my glass of water on it intentionally.
I was secretly thrilled and off I went to purchase a brand, spankin' new laptop. But, my evil plan was thwarted. DH, the computer genius that he is, decided that he could rebuild this old honkin' 1988 version of a computer, so we would only have to buy a new monitor. I get it - we saved several hundred dollars. Great plan. Now, if I could just find the USB port on the damn video camera (new to us, but slightly used), I'd be able to add visual content again. Finally.
After he finishes my math tutorial tonight, we'll have a new/used computer tutorial. My homework is never done. Sigh.
-MM
"Dear Darla,"
"I hate your stinkin' guts."
"You make me vomit."
"You are the scum between my toes."
Only Murray's version is this:
"Dear Darla"
"I hate your stinkin' guts."
"You make me bomit."
"You are the skunk between my toes."
I realize this probably isn't the healthiest thing to teach your child, but the way he recites it is so funny that I make him do it several times daily. Laughter guaranteed.
On a completely unrelated note, you may have noticed that I haven't posted pictures and video clips in a long time. This is because I had an old laptop that didn't support our cameras (they're ancient, too). Anyway, last week, my computer finally crashed. It crashed so hard that even Craig couldn't fix it.
I swear I didn't dump my glass of water on it intentionally.
I was secretly thrilled and off I went to purchase a brand, spankin' new laptop. But, my evil plan was thwarted. DH, the computer genius that he is, decided that he could rebuild this old honkin' 1988 version of a computer, so we would only have to buy a new monitor. I get it - we saved several hundred dollars. Great plan. Now, if I could just find the USB port on the damn video camera (new to us, but slightly used), I'd be able to add visual content again. Finally.
After he finishes my math tutorial tonight, we'll have a new/used computer tutorial. My homework is never done. Sigh.
-MM
For Posterity: Conversations With Murray
Since my camera refuses to sync with my computer and I'm feeling the need to record some things again, I'm posting more Murrayisms. Here we go:
Murray: Where did we get that? (referring to a dresser)
Me: From Grandma Kathy (clearly I meant our storage unit that houses her things)
Murray: Did she drop it?
Murray: Mama, you're SO BEAUTIFUL (I'm not making this up and I may have already blogged about this but it's my favorite)
Murray: Mom, could I have my own? (while sharing popcorn)
Me: Yes, I'll get you a bowl.
Murray: No, I mean stop eating it, please. (so much for sharing)
Murray: Please show me what time it is. (while looking at a clock)
Me: Well, this is the big hand and that means hours, and this is the little hand and that means minutes, and each number stand for five minutes, and then you count by fives so the number one means it's five after the hour and the number two means it's ten after the hour... (insert Charlie Brown's teacher)
Murray: Great, Mom, but what time are we going to Grandma Mary's house?
Craig: Murray, have a good day.
Murray: Dad, have fun at work and have a GREAT DAY. (agreed)
Murray: Dad, when are we going out west? (to see Grandpa Doug)
Craig: Not sure, but probably in a few weeks.
Murray: How many sleeps is that?
Murray: Mom, they won't let you work anymore because they can't give you money? (right on, son)
Murray: I love my Rudy and Nala and Grandma Mary and Grandpa Dennis and Grandpa Doug and Grandma Kathy in heaven and Maggie and Grandma Kate and Grandpa Jack and...well, I forgot who else.
Me: Well, all of those people love you too.
Murray: Do they?
Of course we do, dear boy. You are a gem.
P.S. Grandpa Doug is on his way.
-MM
Murray: Where did we get that? (referring to a dresser)
Me: From Grandma Kathy (clearly I meant our storage unit that houses her things)
Murray: Did she drop it?
Murray: Mama, you're SO BEAUTIFUL (I'm not making this up and I may have already blogged about this but it's my favorite)
Murray: Mom, could I have my own? (while sharing popcorn)
Me: Yes, I'll get you a bowl.
Murray: No, I mean stop eating it, please. (so much for sharing)
Murray: Please show me what time it is. (while looking at a clock)
Me: Well, this is the big hand and that means hours, and this is the little hand and that means minutes, and each number stand for five minutes, and then you count by fives so the number one means it's five after the hour and the number two means it's ten after the hour... (insert Charlie Brown's teacher)
Murray: Great, Mom, but what time are we going to Grandma Mary's house?
Craig: Murray, have a good day.
Murray: Dad, have fun at work and have a GREAT DAY. (agreed)
Murray: Dad, when are we going out west? (to see Grandpa Doug)
Craig: Not sure, but probably in a few weeks.
Murray: How many sleeps is that?
Murray: Mom, they won't let you work anymore because they can't give you money? (right on, son)
Murray: I love my Rudy and Nala and Grandma Mary and Grandpa Dennis and Grandpa Doug and Grandma Kathy in heaven and Maggie and Grandma Kate and Grandpa Jack and...well, I forgot who else.
Me: Well, all of those people love you too.
Murray: Do they?
Of course we do, dear boy. You are a gem.
P.S. Grandpa Doug is on his way.
-MM
Bad Timing
I had an early appointment with my physician this morning to discuss allergies and some problems I've been having with high blood pressure. I took Murray along since doing so allowed me a bit more time to sleep before the trek to West Fargo (yes, I crossed the river). Anyway, after assessing my allergy problem, we tackled the high blood pressure. As we're discussing weight loss and exercise, Murray leans over, pokes the doctor in the arm, turns to me and says, "Mom! Please listen to me. When are we leaving for McDonald's?" Dr. J. burst out laughing, and I said, "Don't worry, Dr., I'll have a smoothie."
Anyway, first step, lose 20 pounds. Second step, get on my allergy medication. Third step, get blood pressure re-checked. I'm going to feel so much better and I can hardly wait! And one final step, reiterate good manners; evidently Murray needs a refresher.
Happy weekend!
Anyway, first step, lose 20 pounds. Second step, get on my allergy medication. Third step, get blood pressure re-checked. I'm going to feel so much better and I can hardly wait! And one final step, reiterate good manners; evidently Murray needs a refresher.
Happy weekend!
Rapunzel, Rapunzel, Let Down Your Hair
"I took your mom to her first movie.
I want to take you, too.
That will be a special day
devoted just to you.
When I took your mommy,
I never watched the screen.
The movie was in her smile-
to her it was a dream." - Billy Crystal - I Already Know I Love You
If you haven't read this heartwarming book, I highly recommend you do so and do it soon. My dad sent it to me as a gift in 2005, before Murray was a twinkle in our eye. Since then, it's become one of Murray's (and my) favorite books, and has teeth marks, well-thumbed, and torn pages to prove it.
I took Murray to his first movie this afternoon ("Tangled"). Billy Crystal hit the nail on the head. He was amazing to watch. "This is a REAL BIG TV, MAMA!" At one point, he began singing very loudly on cue with Mandy Moore - giggles throughout the theatre - and when I asked him to whisper he said, "but Mom, I WANT to sing with her." And of course, we splurged on the theatre must-haves: Popcorn with extra butter, (I don't share, so I bought Murray his own) M&M's and lots of water.
I can honestly say that I didn't take in much of the show, although Max the horse was probably my favorite character from what I did see. I'm so thankful to have been able to share another "first" with my little guy.
Next up: Cars 2. According to Murray, that is.
I want to take you, too.
That will be a special day
devoted just to you.
When I took your mommy,
I never watched the screen.
The movie was in her smile-
to her it was a dream." - Billy Crystal - I Already Know I Love You
If you haven't read this heartwarming book, I highly recommend you do so and do it soon. My dad sent it to me as a gift in 2005, before Murray was a twinkle in our eye. Since then, it's become one of Murray's (and my) favorite books, and has teeth marks, well-thumbed, and torn pages to prove it.
I took Murray to his first movie this afternoon ("Tangled"). Billy Crystal hit the nail on the head. He was amazing to watch. "This is a REAL BIG TV, MAMA!" At one point, he began singing very loudly on cue with Mandy Moore - giggles throughout the theatre - and when I asked him to whisper he said, "but Mom, I WANT to sing with her." And of course, we splurged on the theatre must-haves: Popcorn with extra butter, (I don't share, so I bought Murray his own) M&M's and lots of water.
I can honestly say that I didn't take in much of the show, although Max the horse was probably my favorite character from what I did see. I'm so thankful to have been able to share another "first" with my little guy.
Next up: Cars 2. According to Murray, that is.
More Murrayisms
Murray experienced his very first visit to the Dentist yesterday. He did very well, even allowing the hygienist to clean all of his teeth. We were so proud of his behavior that he was rewarded with not one, but two stickers on his chart. We used to have to bribe coax him to brush his teeth, but now we can't get him away from the bathroom sink.
You are most likely bored with posts featuring conversations with Murray, but I have to record them somewhere, so following are a few of the latest "Murrayisms":
Murray at Dinner:
Murray: "Excuse me please?" (he meant to say, "may I please be excused" before leaving the dinner table)
Craig: "You're excused, and please remember to take your dishes to the kitchen."
Murray: After a long, puzzled stare at his dirty plates, sighs, "But I don't have 3 arms!"
Murray at Snack:
"Could I please have some more milk Big Daddy?" (where he picked up this one, we'll never know)
Murray and I Discussing Families:
Me: "Some kids have a brother or a sister to play with".
Murray: "Can Carwee be my sister, Mama?" (referring to our favorite sitter)
Murray and I Discussing Personal Information:
Me: "Murray, what's your name?"
Murray: "Murray Beckerweg Joseph" (close enough - he also knows his address, but it tends to be a bit mixed up).
Is it obvious that the weather has improved my mood? Happy Spring!
You are most likely bored with posts featuring conversations with Murray, but I have to record them somewhere, so following are a few of the latest "Murrayisms":
Murray at Dinner:
Murray: "Excuse me please?" (he meant to say, "may I please be excused" before leaving the dinner table)
Craig: "You're excused, and please remember to take your dishes to the kitchen."
Murray: After a long, puzzled stare at his dirty plates, sighs, "But I don't have 3 arms!"
Murray at Snack:
"Could I please have some more milk Big Daddy?" (where he picked up this one, we'll never know)
Murray and I Discussing Families:
Me: "Some kids have a brother or a sister to play with".
Murray: "Can Carwee be my sister, Mama?" (referring to our favorite sitter)
Murray and I Discussing Personal Information:
Me: "Murray, what's your name?"
Murray: "Murray Beckerweg Joseph" (close enough - he also knows his address, but it tends to be a bit mixed up).
Is it obvious that the weather has improved my mood? Happy Spring!
I woke up this morning to warm breath in my face and a voice that asked, "Mama, do you have to go to work AGAIN?" After I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes (it was only 5:45 a.m.) I replied, "Yes, Murray, I do have to go to work today." With tears in his eyes, a pout on his lips, he asked, "But why, Mama?" "I have to go to work so that I can make money to buy food and clothes and do fun things, I said." With that, he cheered right up, took me by the hand and exclaimed, "Get in the shower, Mom, time to get to work." Craig was outside the door laughing; who better to tell me to go to work than a 3-year-old?
It's been a busy week, but isn't it always? I love it. I love being busy, feeling productive, and even the challenges. But the best part, despite the crazy, is appreciating the peace and quiet once in a while.
Happy weekend! May you find a few moments to find some "you" time. And I hope you can enjoy it by the fire place with a good book.
It's been a busy week, but isn't it always? I love it. I love being busy, feeling productive, and even the challenges. But the best part, despite the crazy, is appreciating the peace and quiet once in a while.
Happy weekend! May you find a few moments to find some "you" time. And I hope you can enjoy it by the fire place with a good book.
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