A) Payne is obsessed with the beginning of the Alvin and the Chipmunks movie. He asks to “see the wats (rats)” constantly.
Last night, at Christmas Eve mass, he kept making the dreaded poop face and I kept running him to the back to wait in line for the restroom, sweat under pressure as he played with the t.p. and made a leisurely game out of washing his hands, and running after him back to our seat with his cowboy boots in my hand because I didn’t want to make any 4 year old girls pee in their black patent shoes because they were waiting on my pokey three year old.
So, after the poop face made another appearance I ran him back there, waited in line, put him on the toilet and promised him The Rats if he would go. Voila! Job done. Then I sweated as he made a leisurely game out of washing his hands, and ran after him back to our seat with his cowboy boots in my hand.
B) We’ve been telling Payne about Christmas being Jesus’s Birthday. This morning, as the boy crouched before the presents under the tree like a wee cat of prey, ready to spring, Dan quizzed him about this idea one more time:
Dan: “Payne, who’s birthday is it?”
Dan: “Is today Jesus’s birthday?”
Payne: “Yeah! Jeedis birday!”
Dan: “Let’s sing Happy Birthday to Jesus!”
Payne: (wild desperate look appears in his eyes, which have yet to leave the area beneath the tree) “Dis one mine, and dis one mine, and dis one Gen-veev’s, and dis one mine, and dis one Daddy’s, and dis one mine…”
Dan and I: “Happy Birthday to You, Happy Birthday to You….”
Payne: (kicks at air vaguely near Dan and I)
Dan: (captures Payne and bear hugs him in his lap for the duration of the song) “Happy Birthday to Youuuuu.”
Payne: (claps) “Dis one mine!”
C) We all currently have colds, and Genevieve (who has RSV) has been prescribed a breathing treatment regimen involving a nebulizer, in order to make sure her lungs stay clear. The thing makes medicated mist come out of an oxygen mask. I kid you not, when I put that thing on her she either screams, or closes her eyes, coos, and starts sticking her tongue in and out slowly. Weirdo.
D) I had Genevieve all dolled up for Christmas. She was wearing a little gingerbread themed tunic, onesie, and jeggings (Yes. Jeggings.). We showed up at the house of my parents in law, took a couple of pictures, and she very unceremoniously pooped herself in a forceful manner, thus befouling the outfit.
I gues we now know her opinons regarding the appropriate uses of stretch denim.