The Truth About Boys


My boys eat fish sticks or chicken nuggets at least four nights a week. They pick their noses and were born with the innate sense that farts are hilarious. The house is always cluttered, there are always crumbs in the seats of the car and sticky fingerprints on the windows. Sometimes they like to read books; most of the time books make good frisbees or weapons. Every toy in the house is missing at least one peice, making your brother cry is good entertainment and timeout is usually worth whatever you did to get there. Welcome to the Chretien house. Mothers have this constant voice in their head telling them that they could do better, their house could be cleaner, their waist smaller, and their kids more polite. I fall into this trap almost daily, and I am slowly learning that my success not measured by these standards. I may not be the perfect mom, but I know that my boys are happy. They know that they are loved, and they love each other. All day long they will fight over the same toy, the same book, the same spot on the couch. But, when evening comes, and they have sleepy eyes, jammied feet, and sweet smelling hair damp from bathtime, I know that we must be doing something right. This blog is dedicated to two sweet boys learning, playing, growing, and finding their place in the world, and to their mommy learning how to guide them.



Saturday, November 5, 2011

"Aiden-isms"




As many of you know, Aiden can be quite the character. He has quite a vocabulary for a four year old, plenty of attitude, and the ability to point out and verbalize things that he notices as he goes about his little day. This is a collection of what I like to call "Aidenisms"; little snippets of what is going on in that noggin of his, and how he sees the world.
Driving with mommy, Aiden spots a group of about 15 older ladies, all in visors and fanny packs, power walking together. We stop at a red light right next to them, and he points out the window claps his hands, points and shouts excitedly, "Mommy! Look!! A Parade!!" (Summer, 2010, 3 years old)
"Um, mommy, girls don't have a peepee, they just have 2 butts." (2 1/2 years old)
Aiden : "the Crunch is not a nice boy. He tries to steal all the Christmas presents and eat people's doggies." (After watching The Grinch, November 2010)
Aiden: "Mommy, I want a Buzz gun." Me: "Buddy, mommy doesn't like guns, they are not nice." Aiden: "Well, we can just pretend to shoot walls and doors.... and mean monkeys." (Dec. 2010)
Aiden, "mommy, let me be the bruver.... Cole! Sit down and EAT!!"
My husband is raising a Christmas light snob. "Daddy, I don't think they used a ladder like you, that house looks like they just frew those lights up" (Dec, 2010)
Aiden's brief physiology of the digestive system : "when you eat you bite with your teeth then your belly smashes it up then it goes to your butt like poop..... but we don't talk about poop, huh mom" (Dec. 2010, 3 years old)
Made chocolate dipped pretzels and rice krispie treats with Aiden today. He dumped all the sprinkles on one pretzel and announced "Mommy, I made a huge mess cause I'm a boy!" (Dec. 2010)
Gave Aiden a sucker this morning, as promised, for being good at bedtime last night. More than once I heard him saying "oh, push pop, I wuv you." Ha, can you tell how often he gets candy? (Jan. 2011, 3 years old)
Aiden: "mommy!! Why is there a butt on this yogurt!?" Me: "that's a peach" (Jan, 2011)
Aiden- in bed singing "Puff the magic dwagon, wived by duh sea, and fwolicked in a autumn mist in a wand called Hawwoweenn!!" (Jan. 2011, 3 years old)
Aiden: "does this slipper go on this foot?"
Me: "no"
Aiden: "umm, you mean yes."
(Jan. 2011, 3 years old)
Aiden (with a salute), "Aye-aye, Mommy!" (Feb, 2011)
Aiden, watching Toy Story 3, "Hey! Buzz isn't using Spanish anymore, he is using real words!"
Me: "Aiden, since you did such a good job at the doctor, we are going to go to a special store and pick out something cool!" Aiden: "Flying shoes?!?!?!" (March, 2011. 3 years old)
Aiden: "mommy, I see a hooker!!" Me: "umm, what?" Aiden: "my truck has a hook on the back to pull stuff.... it's a hooker!!" Me: "you're right, but let's call it a tow truck" (March, 2011)
Aiden had an epiphany tonight: "I don't like beans, but I will love them when I grow up. When I am 10 I will be all growed up. Where do 10 year olds go? Oh yeah, they go to work. When I am 10 I will be all growed up and I will go to work" (April, 2011)
"mommy, you're the best because everybody wikes you" (April, 2011, 3 years old)
Aiden, watching Cole and I dancing in the car, tells me "umm, mommy, I cannot do my moves while I'm strapped in a carseat." (May 2011, 3 years old)
Jonny: Aiden, who is daddy's brother?
Aiden: ummmm, I don't know!
Jonny: who likes to drink beer and hang out with daddy?
Aiden: UNCLE KENNY!!!
"Mom, sorry, but sometimes 3 year olds just have to pick their nose"
When I told Aiden it was almost bedtime, his response was "good luck, Chuck." I wondered if he understood what he was saying, but then, fittingly, he and Cole were MONSTERS at bedtime. I'm starting to think they're in cahoots...... (July, 2011)
Been eating, sleeping, breathing DH for the last 18 months, and apparently subjecting my kids to it, too. Today in the car, Aiden asked me, "Mommy, tell me more about saliva" (July 24, 2011)
(this one made me sad) "Mommy, we don't cook animals, right? Cause they would get burned in the pan and that would be sad."
"Hey mommy, don't use your napkin. Use your shirt, like me! I do that all the time!" (Aug 19, 2011, 4 years old)
"mom, can we take our tent to the woods and make a fire in a circle and poke marshmallows with sticks and eat them??? PLEASE?!?!" (Aug, 2011)
Aiden: "owwwww! My arm is bleeding!" Daddy:"do you want a bandaid?" Aiden: "nooooo! I want to rub dirt on it!" (Aug. 6, 2011, 4 years old)
Aiden: "mommy, mommy, mommy, can I color??" Me- "yep" Aiden- "but I don't want to color!"
Aiden (from his bed where he is supposed to be napping) "mommy, can I have a drink? Can I look out my window? Will you lay down with me? Can I use your chapstick? Can I get up?" Me: "No!" Aiden: " You say NO to me every time!!!" (Sep. 18, 2011, 4 years old)
"hey mom, I like trains.... and sugar" (Oct 24, 2011, 4 years old)
"hey mom, you look sweet. And sweet means awesome." (Nov. 5, 2011, 4 years old)

2 comments:

  1. Aiden posses the same awesomeness as Roxanna. :-)

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  2. False. He couldn't possible know if everybody wikes you.

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