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Note: this was originally posted on my myspace Jan. 28, 2008
Those of you with kids, did you ever feel like they were standing behind you tongue just a wagging in that little nanny, nanny, boo, boo kind of mock that kids do?
My baby, my sweet little angel baby has a new obsession – if it is small enough to fit into her ear she will find it and that is exactly where it goes. She started out with beads, so I threaten our little princess (I'll talk about her later) that every bead she owns will be tossed out in the garbage if she does not keep them out of the hands of the baby angel. Then she finds a single popcorn kernel – yup you guessed it – in the ear it went. So I sit her in her highchair for breakfast and go to sweep the floors AGAIN, and I hear "mom she stuck pancake in her ear, and I can't get it out." I hold her and daddy gets the pancake out. Our little angel baby is very good at finding every little thing. Today she thought the little yellow bb was just the right thing for her, and when we took that away she found a sticker, rolled it up and stuck that in her ear. I'd be very happy to turn around and find her sticking her thumbs in her ears waving her fingers at me and singing "nanny, nanny, boo, boo." Yup that would be fine and dandy with me.
The baby boy of the family has an obsession as well. He loves to see things fly through the air. He will fling things up into the ceiling fan and whoops for joy if it makes it all the way across the room. Or he takes a little tiny nurf dart shooting pen and launches every thing but nurf darts from it that will fit in the hole. Funny just how far a lego will go with a little spring action behind it. If worse comes to worse he will simply throw what ever he wants to see fly. The kid might just be a really good ball player if I could let him practice without worrying that my windows would be in tact when he came back in. Letting things fly - that's his job. He does it well and he does it with zeal. All the while he has his hands a waving whooping "nanny, nanny, boo, boo."
Next we have the little princess (told you I'd get to her). She is very good at waiting till I've got my hands full getting dinner, changing diapers, pulling beads out of ears, or cleaning up another flying circus mess before she asks me to help her do some English or Math. She can always find some thing better to do when I actually WANT her to sit at the table and do her school work but the minute her little "moms busy" radar goes off she is all about doing her homework. I think I'm going to outdo her by taping me talk about a lesson, then getting everything ready so the next time I'm elbow deep in pizza dough and she comes to me with her workbooks and pencil in hand I can push a button and tell her to have a ball. Of course, I think she will suddenly remember that she has yet to get her dirty clothes to the laundry room or some such business but it might be worth a try. Or maybe she will just sit at the table with her nose in the book singing "nanny, nanny, boo, boo."
My next is a little angel monster. He is a tender hearted little tough guy. He is the one that will jump out from around a corner and yell "gottcha". He gets the biggest grins and giggles when he is scaring one of the other kiddos and gets me by accident. When I yell out and tell him I think that is enough of that he floats on cloud 9 for the rest of the day. As I've said he does not focus his efforts on me alone. The whole family is in for in with this one. He likes to torment his older brother with old haunts. Of course, it does not really scare his brother BUT he does try and it is fun to watch all the places he can find to stuff the "my buddy" doll that looks like "Chucky". His imagination is astounding and a I just know that he has imagined any number of ways to stand behind me with his hands a waving while he gets that creepy scary voice of his going "nanny, nanny, boo, boo."
And you would think that at 17 my oldest would be not so interested in the nanny, nanny, boo, boo thing but just the other day he calls to me "mom, come see what I found on my dresser." As I walk into his room I see that he is pointing out a black widow – yes it is real and I can't tell if it is alive or dead. "Your kidding" I say. "oh no mom, I'd never kid about something like that, really." – ok, he didn't really say that but he wanted to I could tell. What he really said was "no, I'm not kidding." Turns out he found it in the garage – dead but it is pretty well preserved. I tell him to get rid of it before the baby gets at it and gets bit he looks at me like I'm crazy, but then his dad and I remind him of a certain dried up bee he once stepped on that still stung him. I don't know if widows keep their poison when they are dead or not BUT I wasn't willing to find out. He thought better of it too and picked it up with pliers. Then decided it would be cute to get it as close to my nose as possible. Yup, I ran. And he continued to the bathroom to flush the thing all the while I'm sure the words "nanny, nanny, boo, boo" were swirling around in that head of his.
One thing I know for sure it will never be boring around this house. Kids are a blessing and make life interesting and so worth all the negative stuff that comes along. Now if I could just get them to stop fighting. Hmm, next time one of them comes to me with "mom, _______ said shut up to me…" in that so annoying whiney tone or "mom, I think either me or these kids were adopted because we are so not the same." I think I'll simply turn to them stick my thumbs in my ears wiggle my fingers and say "NANNY, NANNY, BOO, BOO".
My baby, my sweet little angel baby has a new obsession – if it is small enough to fit into her ear she will find it and that is exactly where it goes. She started out with beads, so I threaten our little princess (I'll talk about her later) that every bead she owns will be tossed out in the garbage if she does not keep them out of the hands of the baby angel. Then she finds a single popcorn kernel – yup you guessed it – in the ear it went. So I sit her in her highchair for breakfast and go to sweep the floors AGAIN, and I hear "mom she stuck pancake in her ear, and I can't get it out." I hold her and daddy gets the pancake out. Our little angel baby is very good at finding every little thing. Today she thought the little yellow bb was just the right thing for her, and when we took that away she found a sticker, rolled it up and stuck that in her ear. I'd be very happy to turn around and find her sticking her thumbs in her ears waving her fingers at me and singing "nanny, nanny, boo, boo." Yup that would be fine and dandy with me.
The baby boy of the family has an obsession as well. He loves to see things fly through the air. He will fling things up into the ceiling fan and whoops for joy if it makes it all the way across the room. Or he takes a little tiny nurf dart shooting pen and launches every thing but nurf darts from it that will fit in the hole. Funny just how far a lego will go with a little spring action behind it. If worse comes to worse he will simply throw what ever he wants to see fly. The kid might just be a really good ball player if I could let him practice without worrying that my windows would be in tact when he came back in. Letting things fly - that's his job. He does it well and he does it with zeal. All the while he has his hands a waving whooping "nanny, nanny, boo, boo."
Next we have the little princess (told you I'd get to her). She is very good at waiting till I've got my hands full getting dinner, changing diapers, pulling beads out of ears, or cleaning up another flying circus mess before she asks me to help her do some English or Math. She can always find some thing better to do when I actually WANT her to sit at the table and do her school work but the minute her little "moms busy" radar goes off she is all about doing her homework. I think I'm going to outdo her by taping me talk about a lesson, then getting everything ready so the next time I'm elbow deep in pizza dough and she comes to me with her workbooks and pencil in hand I can push a button and tell her to have a ball. Of course, I think she will suddenly remember that she has yet to get her dirty clothes to the laundry room or some such business but it might be worth a try. Or maybe she will just sit at the table with her nose in the book singing "nanny, nanny, boo, boo."
My next is a little angel monster. He is a tender hearted little tough guy. He is the one that will jump out from around a corner and yell "gottcha". He gets the biggest grins and giggles when he is scaring one of the other kiddos and gets me by accident. When I yell out and tell him I think that is enough of that he floats on cloud 9 for the rest of the day. As I've said he does not focus his efforts on me alone. The whole family is in for in with this one. He likes to torment his older brother with old haunts. Of course, it does not really scare his brother BUT he does try and it is fun to watch all the places he can find to stuff the "my buddy" doll that looks like "Chucky". His imagination is astounding and a I just know that he has imagined any number of ways to stand behind me with his hands a waving while he gets that creepy scary voice of his going "nanny, nanny, boo, boo."
And you would think that at 17 my oldest would be not so interested in the nanny, nanny, boo, boo thing but just the other day he calls to me "mom, come see what I found on my dresser." As I walk into his room I see that he is pointing out a black widow – yes it is real and I can't tell if it is alive or dead. "Your kidding" I say. "oh no mom, I'd never kid about something like that, really." – ok, he didn't really say that but he wanted to I could tell. What he really said was "no, I'm not kidding." Turns out he found it in the garage – dead but it is pretty well preserved. I tell him to get rid of it before the baby gets at it and gets bit he looks at me like I'm crazy, but then his dad and I remind him of a certain dried up bee he once stepped on that still stung him. I don't know if widows keep their poison when they are dead or not BUT I wasn't willing to find out. He thought better of it too and picked it up with pliers. Then decided it would be cute to get it as close to my nose as possible. Yup, I ran. And he continued to the bathroom to flush the thing all the while I'm sure the words "nanny, nanny, boo, boo" were swirling around in that head of his.
One thing I know for sure it will never be boring around this house. Kids are a blessing and make life interesting and so worth all the negative stuff that comes along. Now if I could just get them to stop fighting. Hmm, next time one of them comes to me with "mom, _______ said shut up to me…" in that so annoying whiney tone or "mom, I think either me or these kids were adopted because we are so not the same." I think I'll simply turn to them stick my thumbs in my ears wiggle my fingers and say "NANNY, NANNY, BOO, BOO".
1 comments:
haha! Yes, I'm not sure I ever said "nanny nanny boo boo" to my parents but I'm sure I thought it! And OMG... if my kid brought a black widow to my face... I'd just DIE!! HAHA!
Great post! thanks for sharing!!
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