Let me set the scene- Noah, William and I are all in Noah's newly decorated room which we are attempting to keep clean. We've just finished picking up everything off of the floor and Noah's getting ready to vacuum. I've just finished putting together (again) the diaper pail that the kids keep taking apart.
Noah loves to vacuum. It's really one of his favorite things to do. I don't get it, but I'll go with it. I can even use it as a way to get him to clean up his room. "Noah,You can't vacuum until you make it all clean." Works like a charm. (Most of the time.) In order to finish the diaper pail job, I need to put in a trash bag. I leave the two boys in the bedroom while I go out to the kitchen to get one. Upon my return, Noah has the vacuum lying down on the floor, and William has already taken apart the diaper pail again. I tell you, that kid is destruction in a diaper.
"Noah, what are you doing?"
"I'm fixing the vacuum. It made noises."
"You should unplug it before you fix it. When you're all done fixing it you can plug it back in again."
"Oh, okay." *goes to unplug it and then returns to his handyman post*
"Mommy, I'm sorry."
"Sorry for what?"
"You a girl. You not a boy, like me. You a girl. Like Foofa."
*At this point there was probably a "William, get down," or a "William, don't eat that."*
"Yes, Noah, you're right. I am a girl."
"Not a boy."
"Right. Not a boy. I'm a girl."
"It's okay Mommy, you a girl."
Noah, the kid who a year ago had a hard time putting two syllables together to say a word, is now using full sentences to apologize and then console me for being a girl, and not a boy.
And this is a 5 minutes in the life of me.
Noah loves to vacuum. It's really one of his favorite things to do. I don't get it, but I'll go with it. I can even use it as a way to get him to clean up his room. "Noah,You can't vacuum until you make it all clean." Works like a charm. (Most of the time.) In order to finish the diaper pail job, I need to put in a trash bag. I leave the two boys in the bedroom while I go out to the kitchen to get one. Upon my return, Noah has the vacuum lying down on the floor, and William has already taken apart the diaper pail again. I tell you, that kid is destruction in a diaper.
"Noah, what are you doing?"
"I'm fixing the vacuum. It made noises."
"You should unplug it before you fix it. When you're all done fixing it you can plug it back in again."
"Oh, okay." *goes to unplug it and then returns to his handyman post*
"Mommy, I'm sorry."
"Sorry for what?"
"You a girl. You not a boy, like me. You a girl. Like Foofa."
*At this point there was probably a "William, get down," or a "William, don't eat that."*
"Yes, Noah, you're right. I am a girl."
"Not a boy."
"Right. Not a boy. I'm a girl."
"It's okay Mommy, you a girl."
Noah, the kid who a year ago had a hard time putting two syllables together to say a word, is now using full sentences to apologize and then console me for being a girl, and not a boy.
And this is a 5 minutes in the life of me.
