Thursday, October 15, 2009

43 Months

Dear Sophia,

I'm on time this month! That's pretty impressive considering that I've slacked off in the blogging department. This month you've been interested in toilet humor. Seriously. Everyone is a poopy head these days. Or a poop stink, poopy butt, or poop nasty. And yes poop starts with the letter P. As does, pee and puke. I think this all got kick started when your daddy sang you a nice little number that goes something like this, "when you're sliding into first and you feel something burst, diarrhea!" Lovely isn't it?! You see I don't think your daddy realized how much you love singing and how you inherited that trait from yours truly. We can hear a song just a few times at it IS on. No matter the song.

Case in point, one glorious fall day in 1983, when your mama was in kindergarten, I walked in the door singing a song that goes, "there once was a man named Bill, who swallowed a dynamite pill, his chest expired, his arse backfired, and his, "gonads" (edited for grandmas) blew over the hill." You see GiGi, was unaware Pappaw Rocky had sung that little number and that it fell upon my cute little 5 year old ears. So when she came to pick me up from school that day, Mrs. Debbie pulled her aside and said, "do you know what Kimberly sang today?" I'm sure my mother, your Gi, wanted to crawl in a hole and die. Luckily, the word was out about Pappaw Rocky's antics so everyone knew that GiGi was an innocent victim.

I'm not exactly sure why I'm telling you this. Maybe it's because I now find it completely hilarious. Or I'm just preparing myself for you to go to school one day and sing the diarrea song, or worse!

So other than the toilet humor you've been a busy bee this month. We went on a little mini va-cay with Pappaw Rocky. All I'll say about that little trip is that Pappaw Rocky doesn't understand the significance of letting a 3 year old push the button on the elevator. You've spent a weekend with Grammy and PapPap and had a sleep over with Zachary. Before you went on this visit you told me that, "Zachary and Tyler and better not talk, or snore, and keep you up all night or you would, not be a happy camper!" I'm guessing that Zachary isn't a snorer because you ended up having a blast.

We have lots more to look forward to this month, especially Trick or Treat night. And you already know that Christmas is around the corner. I have a feeling that Christmas with an almost 4 year old this year is going to be magical. We can't wait to see how it all goes down.

With love,

the Man from Nantucket, I mean, your mama.


Jonathan's Mommy said...

My sister and I drove our mother CRAZY with the diarrhea song! Glad to see that it lives on :)

Anonymous said...

great post, love to read them


Anonymous said...

lord help us. I clearly remember those conversations with Miss Debbie, also the one when you took Pink Floyds "we don't need do education" for show and tell.