The other day when the boys got home from school, Rachel was laying down on the couch with a dreadful look on her face. Oliver asked what was wrong, and she did a big sigh, and then said, "I'm feeling pretty sick. I have two fevers and I'm pregnant!"
I guess she had her baby later that afternoon (although he looked suspiciously not like a newborn, and more like a one-year old named Henry). He soon proved to be too wild for even her superior mother skills; I heard her telling Tristan, "Son, I just have one job for you - please don't let the baby talk to me. I'm sooo busy, and I just don't have time to deal with him."
Ha! Now she knows I how feel sometimes. She really is a good helper to me, though, and I can tell she's going to be a great mom someday because she practices so much with Henry. She loves playing with him, and she's always willing to read to him or watch him when I need to get something done.
A few days ago she told me she just wished she was a monkey, because then she could be such a good helper to me. I was a little baffled as to how a monkey would make my life easier. She explained, "Don't you get it? Like, with one hand I could make Dad some breakfast, with one hand I could feed the baby, with one foot I could wash a door or something, I could vacuum with my tail, and with that last foot I could clean up the rest of the house!"
It made perfect sense, of course.
Today she was pretending to be a mother/farmer. It was a funny combination.
Here she is milking her trusty horse named Steady (yeah, I know. At this point I kind of just go with it):
Like any good mother/farmer, she taught her "little one" how to milk her own horse (named Marzipan, I was informed). Note how they each have their own milking stool/ball. For some reason these were very important to the whole milking process:
And look! Marzipan produces chocolate milk:
I'm so lucky to have such good little mother/farmer/helper monkeys.
6 comments:
okay, can i just tell you how much i love your kids? that was too funny.
i should just read your blog whenever i need a really good laugh. you and your children are seriously delightful. in my next life i might want to be you.
I'm get so exited every time you write a new blog post because they are always so sweet and funny. I burst out laughing on this one and Bill looked at me funny so I had to tell him how hilarious you are. You've got some great helpers!
I think it made Beck's world when he finally found a girl that would let him play house with her and actually be the dad instead of the dog. She's was so cute and nice to him. By the way I changed my margins by changing my format to minima stretch.
"Please don't let the baby talk to me, I'm sooo busy and I just don't have time to deal with him!"
I laughed over that line for 5 minutes straight! Kids are so stinking funny, especially when they're clever and precocious like yours!
p.s. Absolutely love Lizza's super smile in that last pic! What a cutie!
That Rachel is too much. There is something about little girls that pushes them in the direction of helping/mothering. I'm glad I have a few!
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