Sozlet stories

Yay, and what a double relief, now you can always ask for him specifically, can't you?

Wow. There's nothing that can put your mind at ease better than a doctor who listens. Good going.

<WHEW!>

To get back into the swing of things (haven't written any proper sozlet stories in forever), here's just a little slice-of-life one (no particular meaning or punchline):

A couple of nights ago I was getting her ready for bed and she was just not settling down. Her absolute favorite stuffed animal, Beary, who she sleeps with every night, was on the receiving end of the excess energy. She was pummeling him and then proceeded to grab his leg with one hand and his body with the other and pull in opposite directions. Annoyed with the hyperness, I said probably more sharply than I needed to, "Hey! You might break him, and that would be just so sad!"

She froze, and looked at me, and the corners of her mouth went down and her lower lip poked out and the tears just started gushing. She reached out for me and hugged me super tightly. I said I was sorry if I scared her and she shook her head no, I said even if she tore Beary's leg I could sew him up good as new and she shook her head more and buried her face in my neck. Eventually she recovered a little and got back face to face, and I asked her if she was OK and she said "Yeah, but it just made me so sad to think about Beary if I..." then the tears started again and went back to hugging/ face in neck.

Glad to hear about the doc's visit, too.

That's VERY cute, soz!

Last night, SonofEva didn't care for his salad. (He's just started liking them recently.) I kept trying to cajole him into eating it, but he steadfastly refused. Finally he looked at me with this very superior attitude and said, "Mom, you KNOW I don't like leafburg lettuce."

He was so serious, I had to leave the room to laugh.

Awww. Sweet sozlet.

I don't know why kids get hyper when they're tired, but my ducklet does something pretty similar and usually ends up breaking something or hurting herself and then crying before finally just going to sleep.

to Eva. How old is SonofEva? And how did you get him to like salad? Duckie boy once tried to explain to me exactly how disgusting something tasted so he said "yuck, it tastes like salad and rocks!"

Yes, the dreaded salad! We call it rabbit food. That goes either way depending on her mood.

"Leafburg" lettuce is too cute. :-D

FreeDuck, yeah, it's definitely the tired thing. A way of working out the tensions of the day? Dunno.

I started to put this in "What made you grit your teeth..." but then the last part of it brings it over here.

We were just outside for a while, gorgeous day. I'm barefoot. I was doing some garden stuff and sozlet jumped on my back when I was crouched down. I stood up with her hanging on piggy-back style, but she was lurching around confusingly and getting me off-balance. The middle toe of my left foot went WHAM into the edge of one of our old rock paving stones. It hurt like hell and there was a lot of blood. I'm still not sure of the extent of it, cleaned it, put antibiotic goop on it, and slapped a bandaid on it. It looks like the nail was probably lifted off at least some of the way and then settled back in place. Elevated now, doesn't hurt much anymore, haven't tried to walk again yet. Doesn't seem to be swelling much.

Anyway, sozlet is worried about me and feels bad about her role. I told her she could just play outside for a while if she wanted, she did but then she came wandering back in. I gave her various options for things she could do, and she wasn't enthused about any of them. She said, "All I want to do is be your servant." :-)

So that's what she's been doing. Brought me food, asking me if I need anything. Sweet.

Thoughtful, very thoughtful.

SonofEva turned 11 about a month ago. He started eating salads when we finally found a salad dressing he likes. He hates creamy dressings like Ranch...he likes one certain Italian vinaigrette. (He's currently into sour-tasting foods.) But just that one dressing, no others. At least it's a start.

A servant! Wow! I'd LOVE a servant! Especially one that didn't want me to prepare everything and then go hop in bed so he could serve it to me! (Male servants are not nearly so...well...subservient.)

Heh!

Sozlet's best friend has some enunciation problems. Her mom and I have been bringing snacks for them when they stay after class to play in the playground together, and they're both a fan of Ritz crackers. BF pronounces them "Witz." Sozlet was trying to convince her it was "Ritz." She was quite emphatic about it, getting the package and pointing to the R. "It's an R not a W! RITZ!" BF was being a little snotty about it insisting that it was supposed to be Witz, how she was saying it. (Defensive, perhaps.) I considered intervening but it seemed like overall it wasn't a big deal. Just witz ritz witz ritz for a while.

Then, later on at home, sozlet was looking kind of thoughtful and said to me, "Do you know what 'witz' means?" What? "Yummy little cracker! <giggle>"

Just now I was watering the nascent grassy patch (say that 10 times fast) and sozlet was bound and determined to catch a specific white butterfly with her bare hands. Scrambing everywhere, keeping her eyes on the prize, neverending monologue going -- "Stop, butterfly I want to catch you... stop! Hey where'd he go... butterfly? Butterfly? Butter... a-ha! Butterfly! Come HERE butterfly!! No don't go over the fence, don't go over the... <pouts, looks at me> He went over the fence. <pauses, butterfly flutters back> THERE HE IS! Come here butterfly, I want to CATCH you!!! <scramble scramble scramble>"

This went on for about oh 15-20 minutes. (You'd think the butterfly was enjoying it...) She never caught him, but she came awfully close, and I promised to get her a butterfly net.

Even though mine are sixteen and thirteen - I can't believe I'm actually now the mother of two teen-agers - I want to play the kiddie story game too. It almost makes me cry to think that those sweet days are over, except that as they've gotten older, mine have gotten even funnier. One of my favorite activities is watching Napoleon Dynamite with my almost seventeen year old son. I play the grandmother - "Knock it off, Napoleon"- my NJ accent is perfect for it-and he does all the other characters. We reenact it, collapsing in laughter at the dinner table every night while my husband and daughter just watch with a somewhat puzzled expression (they're both a little less silly than Joseph and I).

Anyway... a Joseph story: We're riding in the car. Joe-Joe is about eighteen months old. He's calling, "Daddy....daddy", while my husband is trying to read a map or is otherwise engrossed. Finally, my husband whips his head around and very impatiently barks, "What do you need?"
Joseph just smiles and says, "You so pretty, you so 'mart "(smart). My heart (and my husband's) just melted.

An Olivia story: She's always had the soul of a poet. She was about two or two and a half and drinking orange juice. She said, very seriously, "Mommy, the bubbles in this orange juice are giggling on my lips". As an English major and lover of words, I was enthralled - and her gifts have grown as she as. It's lovely to watch.

Thanks for putting this thread on Sozobe. It can be such a guilty pleasure to tell stories about your kids. This somehow legitimizes it.

Wow, "giggling on my lips" is so cool.

Welcome, Aidan!

The style thing keeps coming up with sozlet. Latest is that I put a vase of big splashy white Mt. Fuji mums on the table. There were also four green cotton placemats on the table. She shook her head sadly and indicated that the placemats simply had to go. Fine. Then she said something should go under the vase. Sure, that makes sense actually. I got something, a square doily. More sad head-shaking. No no all wrong. "Let ME do it." She went into the linens 'n' odds and ends chest and came up with a vintage quilted hot pad sort of thing, round, with a six-pointed star on it. The vase the flowers were in had 6 sides to it. She lined up the sides with the star. The colors picked up the vase and the walls. "There" she said in a satisfied way.

Ohhhh kaaaaaay...

Let's just say I'm impressed.

Aww i love sozelt

Sounds like Sozlet definitely has a design aptitude.

I'm trying my hand at some freelance writing, not sure if it will go anywhere. I told sozlet that I wanted to work on my article. She said "I want to write an article!" I said sure. She wrote some of it herself, asked me how to spell some of it, and I took dictation for the rest. We used big pink font -- she prefers capitals.



A bit ago she was trying to convey to me a time long ago, and after casting around for a phrase for a while she came up with, "...before you were even invented!"

That is indeed a long time ago.