On Parents Getting Old

Shawners: Mom, you're starting to wear old clothes like Grandma and Aunt W.

I took the opportunity to explain vintage to him and how it's coming back into style thankyewverymuch.

On Answering the Phone

When I called Shawners on the phone the other night, he picks up the phone, knowing it's me and answers the phone saying,

"I realllllly love you, Mommy."

On Beauty

Looking at pictures Brando took of me.

"You're so beautiful, I'm going to faint."

On Being a Cheerleader

Shawners: "Mommy, you should be a cheerleader."

Me: "Me? Why?"

Shawners: "Because you would look really good as a cheerleader."

"Aw, thank you!" As I jump in the air bending my legs to one side and throwing my arms in the air with a, "Ra!"

Shawners: "But you need lots of learning."

On His Mommy

When I walked into the bathroom right now as he was taking a shower in Mom and Dad's bathroom, he says, "Ohh, look at the cute Mommy."

After I say, "Aw, that's so sweet." then, "Ohh, look at the cute Shawny."

He replies, "Ohh, look at the even cuter Mommy."

He melts my heart.

Oh he hasn't stopped

I've just stopped posting them here. There are piles on facebook, in Brando's texts, and in my head.

The latest one that comes to my hand is him running inside from playing outside and saying, "Mom, you're so cute. I love you!" as he's running into his room for something and running back outside.

On Being Beautiful

Can I just freeze in this moment of Shawn telling me as I walk down the stairs makeup less. "Mom, you look beautiful!" What makes me smile even more is who he learned to do that from.

On Fortune Telling

Shawners, holding up his own handmade fortune teller paper creation, "Mom, what color do you want? Pick red. Red's a goodie."

I pick red.

"R-E-D. What number do you want? Seven's a goodie."

I pick seven.

"1-2-3-4-5-6-7. What number do you want? Nine's a goodie."

I pick nine.

"You are an angel from above."

My heart melts.

On Mommy and Daddy

While going to bed, "Daddy smells good and smells comfy. His shirts smell awesomely good."

At the dinner table, after coming in from after looking at a rainbow, "Mom, you smell like Oma. And Oma smells sooooo good."

While going over school stuff with Mommy and Daddy, "Mom, you are a blooming angel."

Randomly throughout the day, "Mom, you are so beautiful."

While sitting on the toilet at Starbucks, "Mom you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. Except for God's girl. Cause I don't know if God's girl is prettier."

All In One Night

Pretty sure I had a cuteness attack on the way home from Cub Scouts tonight hearing all this:

Before heading home:

S: Mommy, I want to ride with you.

M: Why?

S: Because you're beautiful.

On the way home:

S: All I want for Christmas is all my teeth [since he's missing about five right now].

S: Mom, can we go on that Christmas train again? [talking about the Santa Cruz Beach Boardwalk Christmas train we went on when he was three years old that was all lit up with Christmas lights, and Santa and Mrs. Clause boarded the train at a stop]

M: Yes, maybe. That was in California.

S: What was that thing Santa handed out?

M: Candy canes.

S: Oh, yes, those. That's what I like about Christmas. Christmas is so decorative!

S: Can you write Santa a letter anytime? Not a here's what I want letter, but like a compliment note? [Then, without pause, and referencing a website we use to write Santa letters and get an immediate response:] Mom, I know Santa's not real because he can't get a letter in the Antarctica that quick.

M: He does visit all the houses in one night, so maybe he can get a letter and send it back that quick.

S: There's only 12 hours in one night. How can he visit all the houses?

M: Maybe that's the magic of it. Are you looking forward to Christmas since it's coming up?

S: Yes. And my birthday. Did you know Santa can see me right now?

M: Yes. He's checking to see if you're being naughty or nice.

S: I've been a little naughty.

M: Yes, you have.

S: I'm going to be in between naughty and nice.

Later on:

S: Since I was grown up I wanted to make a machine that could make me fly, and clean my room, and climb walls like Spiderman. Since I was like five, I wanted to do that.

Still later in the car...

S: When my tooth falls out I will have an upside down C in my mouth.

S: Anybody who wants my tooth to fall out say, "Aye."

And when we got home:

S: Daddy wanted to yank my tooth out and I said, "No can do. Doodly do."

S: Mommy, can you write the tooth fairy a note that I yanked my tooth out?

On mommy being beautiful

Mommy, you are the most beautiful girl in the entire world! You are more beautiful than a butterfly's wing!

Pillow Time

Shawn (after I laid my freshly shampooed hair on his pillow): "My pillow smells like cotton. Cotton you can eat yumm yumm. It also smells like you. And you smell good."