Monday, March 29, 2010

Dad, are we Jewish?

Sophia has always been an inquisitive little thing and now the tough questions have started. Such as "Dad, are we Jewish?" "No, we are Catholic." "Oh what's that?" Where do we begin...Rich gave her a detailed (Catholicism in 3 minutes or less) description and explanation of Easter, God, Jesus and Heaven and he directed her to ask Mima any questions she may have. I think she was disappointed there would be no Passover celebration for us, but very excited that the Easter Bunny would be here soon- she may have missed a few main points of the lesson.
This past weekend I was awoken with Sophia standing over my face "Mom where do babies come from-besides the birth canal?" "Mommies belly" (all I could think of at 7am before any coffee). "Hmmm"---Later that day---"Abby do you know babies are made in your belly from all the different foods you eat." "Oh ok" replied Abby. Abby may not say much, but she takes it all in at random times she spills her knowledge in hysterical bits of deep thought and mild confusion.
After hearing the Catholicism in 3 min. conversation Abby announced that she wanted to have her own religion and it would be called Calmlism. I asked her what that was and she told me "it is when your beautiful and wearing a flower dress". I don't think there is anything more to say...

Friday, March 12, 2010

It'a a bird, it's a cat- No it's Charlieman...and his crazy mother!

I was running errands this morning and the boys were starting to get restless. As they sat in the stroller, I got a snack ready for them to eat in the car and Charlie started in on his annoying new habit. Instead of talking when he sees something he wants, he lets out this horrendous sounding moan, groan, screech kind of noise.
As I ignored him and continued loading the van an older couple pulled into the parking spot in front of us. They emerged from their vehicle and I saw them exchange a look of horror and begin frantically looking under their car wheels. I instinctively started to look with them, fearful of what I was going to see.
The man says "I don't know, I didn't feel anything, but it sounds like cat!" The woman responds "I don't think so, I think you hit one of those damn birds!" They continued looking around their car.
It was at this point my focus returned to my children and I realized the sound of squealing death was coming from Charlie! I then went into a fit of uncontrollable laughter. This very distraught couple looked at me like I was a lunatic as I responded through tears of laughter " It's my son". My tears and laughter were misinterpreted and they thought they had hit my son. For some reason this made me laugh harder. The wife then heard Charlie's screech again, saw him in the stroller and joined me in uncontrollable laughter. The poor man was so rattled by the situation he just looked at Charlie, shrugged his shoulders, began to walk away and said "I'm sorry ma'am, your son is cute, but he sounds like a dieing cat!".