Weekend Livisms

Livvy tickled my funny bone more than a couple of times over the weekend. While it wasn't rip-roaring comedy and fortunately didn't compete with the hilarity of "The Gina Chronicles," she did give me a few laughs and made me realize that as adults, we really do need to be a lot more like children.



My first chuckle came on Saturday night. In a feeble attempt to wind down, we popped some popcorn in the evening and sat down---sort of---to eat and watch the Olympics. This translated into Liv running around the family room, occasionally snatching up some popcorn while Camille pointedly invested herself in her Word Whammer and tickling Daddy instead of being patriotic. After several minutes of shenanigans, Livvy came up, looked at me in the eyes at very close range, and announced, "Mom, I eatin' a bead!" I immediately assumed she had overhauled my scrapbooking supplies, but she quickly proved me wrong as she opened up her mouth to reveal an old maid which she had resurrected from the bottom of the popcorn bowl. Now if only her concept of jewelry remains this frugal.


Fast forward to Sunday night. In a feeble attempt to get Livvy to get to bed so I could fall asleep reading one Canto of Dante's Inferno and the eleven pages of footnotes that accompany the three pages of text, I let her crawl in bed with me. I turned off the lights, lit a candle, and told her she could stay with me if she lay (laid?---ergh---gets me everytime) down. Well, needless to say, she was mezmorized. That candle was all she needed to get hyped up. Whoops....backfire. She squealed with delight, "Ooooh, mom! It's wigglin'! Oooh! There it went again." Squeal, laugh. Squeal, laugh. "Ooooh, mommy, that was a big one!" She was entirely enthralled. Utterly fascinated. Okay, Jen. Time to stop being mildly annoyed and start basking in the wonder of her wonder. Time to be more like her.

Now tonight. Monday night. Open House night at Camille's preschool, which I might add is a return to her beloved Mrs. Miller's classroom for the second year (which of course had to be celebrated with several rounds of the hello song by Camille upon arriving home). At any rate, Livvy has already watched Camille go to Mrs. Miller's classroom four days a week for a year and return home with obvious adoration. This year just may be too much to bear. Tonight, Livvy told me, "Okay, Mom. Tonight you gonna be a good girl. And listen. I'm gonna go to Mrs. Miller's and stay and you gonna come home, okay?" Oh boy. I can already anticipate how drop-off is going to go Thursday when Camille gets to stay and Livvy has to come home with me.

You can bet there will be candy involved.