Hello from my couch!
I hope your week is off to a tolerable start (I’m so positive!).
We are recovering from a crazy fun-filled weekend, and my kids were all kinds of cray cray yesterday (hey, that rhymes!).
Among the bucket-loads of weird things that my kids did yesterday was this gem.
My daughter makes up words a bazillion times per day. She might as well be speaking Swahili when she does this.
Rugrat: The borker went to the pakaka.
Me: Oh, really now?
Rugrat: Yes! And then the gadooba said “vobeedee!”
Me: Oh my!
Rugrat: No! Shmooooodingy!
Me: My bad.
You get the idea.
Every now and then, amongst the madness of what I call Imagination Nation, a made-up word actually makes sense (to me; she always understands what she’s saying).
If you’ve followed me for a while, you probably know that the reason I started these doodles in the first place was to document the things my kids say and do. I’m basically scrapbooking their youth.
So imagine my joy when my daughter told me about the “quackadon,” who she described as a “person who quacks all day long.”
Blame my exhausted mommy brain, but it took an entire day for the proverbial lightbulb to go off over my head. I mean, duh! Quack-a-DON. Both the name and description are right on the money. So I had to doodle it.
Also, given what happened in Manchester, I have to celebrate the daily joys of parenting. Tomorrow is never guaranteed. Document today. If you don’t have a picture or a video of something you don’t want to forget – write it down. When you’re reflecting on these short years with your crazy little people, you’ll be happy you did.
Now go give your kids an extra squeeze.
They are our future.