Just Like a Tattoo, I’ll Always Have You

“The face of a child can say it all. Especially the mouth part of the face”. ~ Jack Handy

Something my new readers should know (and will soon-enough find out) is that I am flakily addicted to music lyrics, movie quotes and just quotes in general (not to mention, deconstructing of the same).

. . . And, of course, Kid Rock. Or wait? Uh, I think that’s an obsession. Nevermind.

Anyway, being the quote freak that I am, my most favorite of all quotes and stories have come from the mouths of my children. I wish I had written every single one of them down through the years.

Here’s one of my favorites from my daughter. . .

She was around the age of 3 when we were inside the stall of a public restroom where she made the discovery that her mommy has a tattoo. The moment she saw it, she was appalled. Her eyes got huge, she pointed at the tattoo, looked way up at me with her eyebrows scrunched and very motherly said,

“You know mommy! That tattoo will come off with baby oil!”

Not only was she appalled, but now so is her mommy! The restroom was full of now giggling women,  and not only has my 3 year old seen my tattoo, she’s advising me on it!

What followed was a very difficult discussion between the two of us about how some tattoos don’t exactly come off with baby oil. Of course now, almost 15 years later, she begs for her own “real” tattoo.

I could never be more thankful than for my children and the precious moments in time that they have given me.

Dare I say I M-i-s-s-Y-o-u

I’ve talked enough about me for the past few days, and I’d like to introduce my children. So, here’s a recent post from my other blog about my son that bears repeating.

Meet, the awesome big brother. (BB for reference on this blog).

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My baby boy finally got moved to Chicago, and he is SO happy!!!!!! I love that. It’s hard to be sad when he’s so happy. But I still am. Very.

His first day away he called to ask me if it’s ok to use hand-soap to wash dishes.

{DISHES????????????? YOU????? How long have you known how to do that thing????}

“uhhh, hand-soap!? On the dishes? Eh, sure. Why not”.

Interesting. Not just his creative intelligence to compromise when out of something, but he’s actually doing DISHES!

His new crib is located on Michigan Ave, with a f-a-b-u-l-o-u-s view of Chicago.

Today he tells me he’s looking out that window and he calls his buddy over to see this awesome sight at the gas station across the street!

He: “It was so cool, mom! A Lambo…Yellow! I’ve never seen one in real life before…and it’s right there!! Across the street from me!!!! It was awesome! Have you ever seen one?”

Me: (thinking)…

Me: “Uh. What the ? is a Lambo?”

He: “Duh mom, Lamborghini“.

(Oh. yea. duh-mom.)

“….and the Navy Pier, and Grant Park, and the skyline, and my roommate’s school building…and…and…and…..I can see it all…like Right now!……”

….”and Taste of Chicago is going on and I went there the other day and ate, AND…… I can sit right here in my own living room and watch fireworks every weekend from Grant Park….”

Um…..Excuse me.

Sir?

You…with the cute grin.

Who are you? And where did you come from with all this excitement?

Do you remember “home”? We have things like factorys, and people drive Pontiacs and Fords, and we have the big Homecoming Carnival with yummy tacos and funnel cakes, and a mom that does the dishes, and, and….stuff like that?

Remember? us?

{sigh}.

Just another challenge of having children.