July 12, 2007 | Offspring: ecstasy and agony
I bruise incredibly easily; I always look like someone has been beating me. It is because of this propensity for appearing battered (not to mention my fragile disposition) that I am apt to fan myself and declare that I’m a delicate flower.
(Stop laughing.)
So the other day, Otto reports that he was sitting at the table with the kids (I was next door, being told by a new neighbor that she’d meant to bring us some brownies but that they were “still in the box in the cupboard”) (I liked her immediately) trying to get them to finish their dinner. The skies had just opened up, and they were discussing whether or not I could get back home in the rain okay.
Otto told the kids that he didn’t know if I could do it, because I’m such a delicate flower. (I suspect he was telling them “Mama’s never coming back” because if there’s anyone who loves to yank those kids’ chains more than they already do to each other, it’s him.)
“I’m a delicate flower, too!” protested Chickadee—worried, no doubt, that somehow the world had stopped revolving around HER for a moment.
“I’m a delicate weed,” added Monkey, between bites of pasta.
They were all still laughing when I walked into the kitchen, having been rescued from a watery death by the loan of an umbrella.
Happy Love Thursday. May your garden bloom both with what you planted and what just plain decided to grow there, and may both bring you unspeakable joy.
July 13th, 2007 at 12:05 am
bwahahaha! those darn kids!
it’s so nice to read about all of you being together. happy love thursday.
July 13th, 2007 at 12:15 am
A delicate weed indeed. I love that kid!
July 13th, 2007 at 1:50 am
That is a great Love Thursday post.
July 13th, 2007 at 1:55 am
Laughing through my nose on that one. Monkey rules ;-)
July 13th, 2007 at 2:13 am
I bruise when I drop a pencil in my lap (ok, not really, but close). SwingDaddy doesn’t bruise until he’s had major surgery. We’re waiting to see how Q turns out. Delicate weed, perhaps?
July 13th, 2007 at 7:35 am
I’m so used to bumping into things that I don’t even notice anymore, then I wonder where all the bruises came from.
Now I’m trying to think of a suitable delicate weed that Monkey could be.
July 13th, 2007 at 8:55 am
I regularly find bruises on the middle of my thigh… for years (3 or 4?), I couldn’t figure out where on earth they came from. Then one day it clicked when I tried to turn a corner in my classroom too quickly and hit the edge of a student desk. DUH. Also, there’s constantly a bruise/scrape on my shin from hitting the open door to the dishwasher. Please don’t ask why I don’t just close the door. I don’t know. :P
And your kids are absolutely adorable. I think I shall pack them in my purse and take them with me.
July 13th, 2007 at 9:57 am
Apparently my garden is FULL of love…I don’t know what half that junk is growing out there, no doubt they are all delicate weeds. Yeah, it fills me with unspeakable joy.
What? You were speaking metaphorically?
Never mind.
July 13th, 2007 at 10:00 am
Oh, that’s perfect. A delicate weed.
July 13th, 2007 at 10:45 am
LOL! Good one, Monkey!
Happy Love Thursday to the whole garden…
July 13th, 2007 at 10:51 am
I’m not sure which is funnier, the brownies being “still in the box,” or Monkey declaring himself a “delicate weed.” ‘Cause a flower would be girly. ;)
July 13th, 2007 at 11:07 am
Delicate weed — I love your Monkey! He’s so creative.
July 13th, 2007 at 11:48 am
Monkey shall now be named Dandelion. :)
July 13th, 2007 at 12:17 pm
I think one of the greatest things about having kids is just hearing what comes out of their mouth. :)
July 13th, 2007 at 12:52 pm
Brownies, and weed.
Hmm.
Welcome to the South… ;)
July 14th, 2007 at 6:08 pm
I gotta find a way to use that “brownies still in the box in the cupboard” line. What a clever neighbor you have!
July 22nd, 2007 at 11:34 pm
[...] [As for the dying: I have always bruised easily. Remember, I’m a delicate flower. For a month now I have been COVERED in bruises, most of which I assumed I sustained while moving heavy objects here and there. But it’s been a month and I’m STILL covered in bruises and many of them have been around for a month or longer. So I’m sort of starting to wonder. Also, I went down to the bottom of our pool for a dive stick a couple of days ago and got a charley horse on my way back up—oh MAN did that kill; for a couple of seconds I wondered how much it would suck to drown in my own pool—and now I have a huge bruise from that as well. Otto is worried people will think he’s beating me, but I also think he’s a little worried that maybe I have leukemia. I consider myself far too exotic for that; I suspect leprosy. Or ebola. Or perhaps a rare form of TB (too bad I don’t need to fly anywhere). I suppose I could go spend at day in my doctor’s waiting room so that they could take some blood and tell me I bruise easily, but that would take all of the mystery out of it.] [...]