Posts tagged ‘kids’

January 12th, 2012

cursive words

dutch and i had an interesting little convo recently that went like this…

dutch: when i grow up can i get a cat?

mama: when you grow up you can get whatever you want.

dutch: oh great! when i grow up i can write and say cursive words!!

mama: cursive words?? what do you mean? [knowing full well what he meant, but i wanted to hear him explain himself.]

dutch: you know how you write like this… ["writes" with finger on the on the couch and makes swirls] and i get to SAY cursive words!!

mama: what are cursive words, dutch?

dutch: you know, like the “d” word, the “h” word…

January 5th, 2012

trying to keep mama out?

apparently my dear 6-year-old dutchie thinks this enough to keep me out of his room.

child, please.

October 24th, 2011

dutch & mama walk for autism speaks

on saturday dutch and i headed out bright and early to the national mall in dc to meet up with some friends for the autism speaks walk. we got down there around 8:40am-ish and our friends got there…well, just a little later (read: 9:40am-ish. we still love them though). after a while of waiting for them to arrive, dutch got a little concerned.

dutch: where are they, mommy?? (x 500)

mama: they’ll be here soon, buddy. (x 500)

i don’t think he believed me. in fact, he tried to talk me into leaving at one point. okay, at several points. when i told him we had to wait, he got a little antsy.

okay, a lot antsy. and then the super sillies kicked in…

and they were on full blast. and he insisted that i take like 50 million pictures of him in various poses.

this here is just a small sampling. trust me.

there was no stopping the sillies. or the picture taking requests.

he was karate chopping, dancing and the whole nine.

then our friends came and he tried to be all cool mr. smooth. because that’s what dutch does. at first anyway.

then it was time to get walkin’! i didn’t tell dutch how far we’d be walking. not that he gets “miles” anyway.

we walked 2.5 miles. i have to admit that i wanted to cheat at one point and cross a huge field, but the rest of our crew didn’t seem to be down with the idea. i was really ill-equipped for such a long walk. all i had was an apple.

it didn’t matter to dutch though. i think he rather enjoyed the walk.

especially walking on the wall that surrounds the national monument. backwards, of course.

October 19th, 2011

dutch interviews the mama

yesterday my 6-year-old son dutch and i were having dinner and out of the blue he just started rolling off with questions.

dutch: mom, what’s your favorite food?

mama: shrimp. i love shrimp!

dutch: what’s your favorite drink?

mama: ummmm…probably lemonade.

dutch: what’s your favorite fruit?

mama: red delicious apples. oh, and watermelon.

dutch: what’s yaya’s (his grandmother) last name?

mama: (i told him.)

dutch: well, she’s not your mother then because you don’t have the same last name.

mama: no, i married daddy so i have his last name.

he went on and on, but when he asked…

dutch: mom, who’s your favorite character on “basketball wives“?

i almost fell out of my chair laughing!

October 3rd, 2011

dutch’s dinner drama

dutch is super picky. i mean, super duper picky. it drives me up a wall. i’ve tried everything to get him to eat or at least try different foods, but no dice. here’s our most recent dinner conversation:

mama: you need to eat more than just the chicken on your plate, dutch. you’re getting too skinny!

dutch: i like being skinny.

mama: and why do you like being skinny, dutch?

dutch: because i can fit in the air vents.

mama: and why would you ever need to fit in the air vents, dutch?

dutch: just in case there’s ever a fire or something and i need to get out of the house!

then he went on to sing various songs of his own making:

“i’m so skinny, i can fit through a hole… i’m so skinny i can fit through a hole…”

“i like being, skinny, skinny, skinny, skinny… skinny, skinny, skinny, skinny…”

September 23rd, 2011

dutch for mayor 2017

yesterday dutch told me that when he turns 16 he’s running for mayor.

mama: so what will you do when you become mayor?

dutch: i’m going to build another school next to my school called bearhuggers elementary.

i should explain that bearhuggers is a school name that i made up when i was trying to trick dutch at the beginning of the school year by telling him he would be transferring there for the year. but anyway…

mama: okaaaaayyyyy… so what else will you do when you become mayor?

dutch: i’m going to make all the soccer teams colors, instead of states.

so yeah, vote for dutch. in ten years.

September 11th, 2011

yeah…1st grade!!

1st grade. can’t you just see the joy on his face?


he was actually totally excited about his first day of 1st grade. what he wasn’t excited about was holding the green “speech bubble” i made five minutes before this picture was taken.

oh whatever.

so anyway, today he says to me…

“mom, you know if you make yourself invisible in class you will get in trouble and get sent to the principal’s office?”

yep, he came up with that one all on his own.

May 19th, 2011

5 going on 15?? sometimes i wonder

my child has a very…interesting little personality to say the least and this evening was no different from any other. it’s just that this time i decided to jot some of this stuff down here since, well, i haven’t blogged here in a minute anyway.

ummm, that was a run-on sentence, wasn’t it?

first up, he had to drive me crazy doing something he had no business doing. it’s just a mandatory part of our evening, you know. if you have a small child i’m sure you understand how they get down. so tonight it was flicking a light switch on and off.

mama: stop doing that! you’re wasting electricity!
dutch: is electricity even a word?

sidenote: see, he has this thing now where he doesn’t believe a lot of things i say. as if  i’m sitting around making up words to use on him or something.

mama: yes, it’s a word!
dutch: i don’t believe in you. you don’t believe in me so i don’t believe in you. i don’t believe in people who don’t believe in me…that’s just what i do.

yeah, okay, kid.

next was our first big activity of the evening: homework. homework for a kindergarten student in 2011 is nothing like it was for me back in the 70s. he’s labeling ant parts and stuff. and not just this is the head, this is the body. no, it’s this is the thorax, this is the abdomen. yeah, that.

but anyway, first, we had to finish last night’s homework where he had to write a story about 5 angry bees using the words “before,” “next” and “after.” he decided to end the story by saying that the bees went fishing.

i had never seen him draw his fish the way he did for this assignment so i asked…

mama: oh, how’d you learn how to draw your fish like that?

dutch: i’m just soooooo talented. i thought of it by myself.

well, now what mama is gonna argue with that?

after dinner we just chilled out on the couch. me, i’m reading wench by dolen perkins-valdez. dutch was watching nickelodeon. i wasn’t paying much attention when the h&m commercial came on, you know, the one with erykah badu singing muddy waters‘ “mannish boy”? the one with the women in the slinky bikinis? yeah, that one. and why was it on nickelodeon anyway??!! so here’s dutch…

dutch: mommy, why are women so hot?

okay, let’s pause for a second. what does my 5-year-old know about “hot”? i glance over to the tv and think maybe, just maybe, he thinks the women must be hot and that’s why they’re wearing skimpy clothing. right? right?

mama: what do you mean by “hot”??

dutch: you all have boobs and butts and stuff.

hol’ up…HOLLLLLLLLL’ UP!!!!!!!!!

WHAT??!!

i have to admit to not always being so quick on my toes with my son because sometimes he just blindsides me with the stuff he says and frankly, i’m sitting there replaying what he’s said over and over in my mind making sure i heard what i think i heard…and well, my usual witty responses are lost somewhere in the air.

so instead of giving him an answer, i ask again…

mama: what do you mean by “hot”?

dutch: you know, like when you want to kiss a girl.

okay, see, at this point i’m just ready to throw out every tv in the house and have him reading the Bible and langston hughes poetry 24/7. it’s bad enough that he came home from school with a loose tooth so i’m already reeling from the fact that my baby, who just got his teeth only a few years ago mind you, is about to lose one. now his ol’ snaggletooth self is talking about kissing girls?

Lord help me, i ain’t ready.

April 22nd, 2011

all dyed out

so since dutch’s t-ball practice was rained out, i figured, let’s dye our Easter eggs!! fun, right? well, not exactly. first of all, as soon as we walked through the door from spring break camp, he’s like, i’m ready to dye the eggs now!! hol’ up there, buddy. the eggs haven’t even been boiled yet!

i told him to just wait a minute and that we’d start soon. so then i go into the bathroom and here he comes knocking at the door (like always), “mom, i’ve got the eggs!!!”

oh boy.

what in the world? i told him to put them back and i’d be out in a minute to boil them. then i hear him fall…with the eggs.

great.

i ask, “dutch, did you break the eggs?” dutch: i didn’t break them! “dutch, did you check the eggs?” dutch: i didn’t check them but i’m pretty sure they didn’t break.

yeah, okay.

two were cracked. not a big deal. i had bought two dozen. so i boil the eggs and prepare dinner at the same time and tell dutch that we have to eat dinner first. that’s when the break down happened. “why do we alwaysssssssss have to eat first when we come home? why can’t we do other things first?!! like watch tv.”

i save my whole speech about how there are starving children in the world because really, i just don’t even feel like giving a speech. instead i stew a little bit in my annoyed-ness ’cause see i have a bad habit of imagining how a particular activity will go and when it doesn’t go that way and things get all funky, well, mama ain’t too happy with that.

can you blame me though? dyeing eggs is supposed to be fun! not a whine-fest. so yeah, i get annoyed. i’m tired, i don’t want to dye eggs anymore. but i proceed anyway because i mean, really, i’m in too deep at this point to change the course of the evening.

i barely read the instructions, realize that i hadn’t bought what i thought i bought (like the little egg holder thingy, it was just an egg holder thingy…no dye, no nothing). and since i didn’t really read the directions the eggs don’t quite come out looking like the ones on the box, you know, with this whole marble look. instead they just look kinda…blah.

then dutch cracks two more eggs. dye is all over the table and instead of using the little hook thingy, he uses his fingers to get the eggs out and dye is just…well, everywhere. we fuss back and forth about when to take the eggs out of the egg holder dryer thingy. i think i care too much about egg dryness. i mean, really, do the eggs have to be thoroughly dry before we move them to the tupperware-ish bowl. probably not. so i wave my surrender flag, or rather the blue rag that i was using to sop up dye from the table. put the eggs wherever you wish, dear son.

but i have to give a strong no when dutch says, “okay, after all these eggs are dry, we’re going to put them in my room.”

April 13th, 2011

t-ball time!

dutchie had his first t-ball practice last sunday…finally! i don’t know who decided april was a good month to start an outdoor sport, but i’m thinking maybe they should reconsider. he’s had a canceled derby, canceled practices, a canceled game…all because of rain. he’s worn his uniform more in the house (just from the pure excitement of being a part of a team) than actually out on the field!

the whole rain situation has probably annoyed me and the husband more than dutch. what does he care? he’s a part of a team. a real live team!!

and who cares that he happily raised his hand to answer the question, “where is first base?” and then ran to home?

he finally had the chance to put on a helmet and hold a bat.

and hit the ball!!

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