PeaceBang

Life Among the Teeny Men

July 30, 2007 on 5:22 pm | In Inspirations, PeaceBanging Around |

I’m helping take care of my 2 and 3-year old nephews in Pennsylvania. Thank God MotherBang is here, too, so we can tag team.

Yesterday:

Nicholas: What’s that? (pointing to a Lancome lipstick ad on the back of a magazine)
Auntie P: That’s lipstick.
Nicholas: Why?
Auntie P: It makes lady’s lips red so they can be prettier.
Nicholas: Why?
Auntie P: I guess so people will want to kiss them.
Nicholas: Will that lady come to my house to kiss me?
Auntie P: I don’t think so, honey.
Nicholas: Why?
Auntie P: Because she’s very busy. And she probably lives in California or New York City.
Nicholas: (after thinking about if for awhile) Can I go to her house?

Today, after a story featuring mermaids and sharks (and snakes coming out of the shark’s noses, per request), Nicholas picked up the magazine again.

Nicholas: That lady is pretty.
Auntie PeaceBang: I know. You were very enamored of her yesterday.
Nicholas: She’s a mermaid.

Best line of the day from breakfast:

Grandma Shirley to Nick: Don’t call your grandma a butthead.

It’s a land of Spiderman (pronounced “Pie-may-ah” by the baby), pirates, and “bad guys.” It’s a life of giggling and dancing, making chimp sounds, playing with mommy’s nail file or hair clip instead of one of your dozens of toys downstairs, a world of “Barney” and baths and sitting naked on the porch eating PB&J sandwiches. You get a nap every day whether you want one or not, and we make up songs about how we like our apples peeled.

I do wish I lived closer to these adorable dudes. It’s practically impossible to think too many deep thoughts when I’m with them, and that’s a nice reprieve from ordinary life. The baby started crying over some small thing the other day and when I picked him up to comfort him, he fell into a deep sleep in my arms in about .03 seconds. Man, life is good when you’re two.

I can hear my Mom and two other little voices singing the Sponge Bob Squarepants theme song in the other room. I’m cracking up because I had no idea my Mom even knew who SpongeBob was.

This morning when Luke was coming downstairs with Mom he said, “I happy.”

I happy too, Lukey.