Conversations with a Three Year Old: Morning Sickness Edition

In general, all of our conversations with Isaac regarding the new baby are pretty funny. He certainly has a lot of questions, ideas, and opinions (especially about names!). Some of his best comments, though, come about when I am sick (and by "sick", I mean leaning over the toilet loosing my breakfast). And since this happens almost every day...well, there is a lot of talk about vomit around here!

Sunday's version...

We were actually on our way to church and I wasn't feeling well. I told Mark to pull over so I could throw up before we got to the church parking lot. As I was leaning out the car door, I hear this conversation...

Isaac: Is Mommy throwing up the baby? [an ongoing concern]

Daddy: No, the baby just sometimes makes Mommy's tummy hurt so she throws up food. Only a doctor can get the baby out. [Because that is all a three year old needs to know!]

Isaac: He will use a rope. [WHAT?!?!?!]

Daddy: Nooo, he won't use a rope to the get baby out. Sometimes he uses his hands. And sometimes the doctor even uses a knife!

Isaac: How?

I abruptly ended their chat at this point because as you are throwing up on the side of the road you don't really want to contemplate having a baby cut out of you with a knife!!!

I can only imagine the questions regarding delivery are only going to get more interesting from here!!

Conversations with a Three Year Old: Tomato seeds...or something like that...

Tornado season has started once again in Oklahoma. 

In fact, we had scary tornado on the ground way too close for comfort experience last week which has left our 3 year old wanting to discuss tornadoes all the time.

Except that he can't say "tornado" so we actually spend a lot of time discussing "tomatoes"! As in "Mommy, is the tomato alarm going off today?" "The tomato didn't get our house but it hurt some other houses." 

Tonight was my favorite...Mark told Isaac that it is tornado season and Isaac wanted to know all about the "tomato seeds"! 

And if you think about it, a tomato so big it needed a siren would be very scary...especially if it had a lot of seeds!!

Conversations with a Three Year Old: Part 5

Overheard at the playground...

Random Adult: "Is that your mommy?"

Isaac: "Yes, and she is also my April"

I am not even sure what to think of that!

Conversations with a Three Year Old: Part 4

Isaac has taken to calling me "Sir". As in "could you help me, sir?" or "I would like some juice, sir."

It is terribly annoying....which probably makes him do this even more :)

And I blame that darn Fox in Socks...and Dr. Seuss himself, really.

Conversations with a Three Year Old: Part 3

Isaac and Joel were making a lot of very loud, typical little boy noises.

Isaac said, "Mommy, Joel is being loud."

Mommy: "Isaac, you are BOTH being loud."

Isaac: "Yes, but I am not bothering me!"

Isn't that how life works sometimes?

Conversations with a Three Year Old: Part 1

Confession: Our son isn't three yet. BUT he is only about six weeks away and we are already having those crazy conversations you only have with someone this age.

This will be a regular installment as Mark and I navigate the wonders of having a three year old living under our roof. Given that 8 months after Isaac turns four, Joel will be three...we will be in this phase for awhile!

So, yesterday....
Time: Afternoon Snack
Where: Kitchen

Mommy: Isaac, do you want a butter sandwich? (A butter sandwich is one piece of bread folded in half with butter on it)

Isaac: TWO butter sandwiches!

M: How about a big butter sandwich? (As in two pieces of bread with butter in the middle)

I: Okay.

(Mommy starts to take bread out of bag, Isaac starts to whine about something being wrong)

I: NO, I want a BREAD sandwich!

M: Okay, here you go. (Putting two pieces of bread together and handing them to Isaac thinking in my head in my best internal Olaf voice "ok, easier for me")

I: NO, do it myself! (Puts bread back on counter. Stacks bread. Picks bread up)

(Takes one bite)

I: Can I have butter on it, please?

Final verdict...what he really wanted was a bread sandwich with butter. Which is totally and completely different than a butter sandwich!!

Yes, I did leave the room to laugh!