Yesterday, I was in the kitchen working on a writing assignment.
My husband was making G a sandwich.
G was in her room getting ready to go miniature golfing with her cousin.
As I typed away on the keyboard, my daughter walked into the kitchen with two empty wrapping paper rolls, one in each hand. She was limping as she walked.
“Look, Mom.” She said as she limped towards me. “I made my very own crunches.”
“Crunches?” I asked.
“You know, the things you use to walk when you break your legs! CRUNCHES!”
“Oh, of course, crunches!”
I looked over at my husband, who had the biggest smile.
I walked over to him as we watched her limp out of the room with her “crunches”. I wrapped my arms around his waist and said “these are the moments I never want to forget. I don’t ever want to forget that this happened.”
And so, I write it in my blog.
exactly! Those are the moments.
so stinkin’ cute!
(as long as she really didn’t break anything, right?)
This is definitely one of the best things about blogging. Capturing those little moments that make my days.
awww 🙂
So precious! I’m glad you shared this story…I miss having these moments. They’re all too rare now that my youngest is almost 10!
Love it! My son used to call them “crotches”. And both of my kids (6 &9) still call the passenger seat the “personal seat”. My husband and I just look at each other and smile when they do it. I’ll be so sad the day they stop.
Awesomeness.
Love it! My coworker’s daughter calls them “crotches”. It’s a crime to correct these things.