Archive for the ‘Overheard’ Category

Four is the new two

Things by which Olivia has been upset, in the last three days alone:

  • Her shadow (it wouldn’t stop following her).
  • The fact that she hates “ALL OF HER CLOTHES. EVERY SINGLE THING.”
  • My inability to tell how to count to “several.”
  • Sleeping through the Jupiter viewing, which “WILL ONLY HAPPEN NEVER AGAIN.”

Overheard

Olivia: “I have a good remembery.”

Overheard

Ava: “I am going to start a new morning routine. I’m going to get up when you and Dad get up. I’m going to get dressed really fast. Then, I’m going to work out for a bit, have some breakfast and then read the paper. Maybe have a cup of decaf coffee. We do have decaf, right?”

On new labels

Bryan made mention of “his son” last night, and I noted we’d have all kinds of new phrases to throw around after this baby’s born. I told him that I still remembered how remarkable it was the first time I said, “I’m Ava’s mom,” as I walked into the NICU the day after she was born.

Bryan responded, “I remember the first time I said that as well.”

For a moment, I thought he meant the first time he said, “I’m Ava’s dad,” but then I recalled this conversation from last week, held shortly after Bryan dropped Ava off at a classmate’s birthday party:

Bec: “How did the drop off go? Did you meet Sophie’s mom?”

Bry: “Yeah. I introduced myself as ‘Ava’s mom.'”

Bec (laughing hysterically): “What!? Did you correct yourself?”

Bry: “No…”

 

Overheard: In which the children are honest to a fault, and their mother is not portrayed in a particularly favorable light

Ava: “Mom, your dinners always look good, but they don’t always taste good.”

Ava: “The reason we do what you say is because we’re scared of you.

Liv: “Yeah, you’re scary!”

 

 

Overheard: So close!

Olivia: Hey Mom, I know all the continents, Mom. London, New York City, um….KANSAS, Wisconsin….JULY, annnnnd syrup.

Overhead

Ava, in a colossal understatement: “I have a lot of questions.”

Olivia: “If you stand on a mountain to talk to the moon, you might hear an echo.”

Overheard

Bec: “Did you have a good day, Liv?”

Olivia: “Yes, I did! Jack didn’t even bite me today.”

Bec: “…what? Wow.”

Olivia: “Yeah, NOBODY bited me today!”

 

Overheard

Ava: “Mom, if you got runned over by a car, and Dad was in Russia, who would pick us up from school?”

Bec: “What?! Why?”

Ava: “I just want to know. If you got runned over, and Dad was in Russia, WHO?”

Bec: “Well, I suppose Monica. Or Tom.”

Ava: “How would they know to pick us up?”

Bec: “I’d call and ask them to.”

Ava: “How EXACTLY would you do that? You’d be smooshed.”

Liv: “YEAH. You’d be SMOOSHED.”

Ava: “Your phone would be smooshed.”

Bec: “. . . I wouldn’t be that smooshed. I could still call. What exactly have you been watching on that iPad?”

Ava: “Mom. That’s what happens when you get runned over. You get smooshed.”

Bec: “I promise I won’t get runned over. I am very careful around cars.”

Ava: “But just in case, Monica or Tom, right?”

 

Overheard

A totally typical conversation between Olivia and Bryan, overheard early this morning…

Olivia: “Hey Dad, do you remember when I throwed up all over Mom’s car, Dad?”

Bryan: “Yes, I do.”

Olivia: “Hey Dad, I just farted, Dad.”

Bryan: “I heard you. Hold still, please. There’s something blue in your ear.”

Olivia: “That’s paint, Dad. I have blue paint in my ear, Dad.”

Bryan: “I see that, Liv.”