Last Sunday I was made the new Young Womens’ President in our ward (I head up the group in charge of the girls 12-18 years old in our congregation). We have a large group (near 40 girls) and it will consume a lot of my time, but I’m very excited about it! Anyway, I was gone three nights last week at training meetings and events and then this morning I held a meeting at our home for the other women with whom I will be working. So Ricky has heard a lot of “Momma has a meeting” in the last 7 days. Tonight, Ricky had his own “meeting.” He used an old (non-working) telephone that we got from Grandmama’s house to call his preschool class and then told me that those boys came over to have this meeting. I’m not even sure what they discussed, because the “meeting” was held down in the toy room. It probably included details of how to avoid falling asleep at nap time and ways to finagle even more fruit snacks out of the pantry every day!
This old phone brought up some interesting questions and observations as well. It is the phone I used through my teen years that has a coil cord about 20 feet long so it would reach from the laundry room phone jack into my bedroom! Several of the buttons no longer work, so there was no heartache in giving it to the boys. However, one of Ricky’s first questions to Kevin was “Poppy, where is the talk button?” to which Kevin showed him the hang-up button and tried to explain that concept to him. A little later he came to me and asked, “Momma, how come this phone doesn’t have a screen?” Telling him it was just a really, really old phone seemed to satisfy that one!
My children did not come with off buttons. I’m not sure who to call to see about fixing that, but some days I’d really like that number–even if they can just install a mute button it would be nice. Ricky has a favorite little book called “Little Miss Chatterbox” and I think he tries to out do her! His little brother is not far behind. Billy’s new favorite word is “Hey” which is used completely in excess! Hey, look at that cat. Hey, where is my hat. Hey, Poppy where are you. Hey, I like cars. Of course, we interprete the second half of all those sentences since all Billy says is “Hey!” Another favorite is “wait.” Billy really likes this word because it creates a reaction since we pause to see what it is he wants us to wait for.
Billy’s final canine tooth is just about through and we are hoping that will stop the drooling! He soaks 3 bibs a day (which he calls “bubs”) easily. Strings of drool run from his chin to his chest almost constantly. As a kid, I despised drool in my baby neices and nephews. I can’t say I love it now, but I do find it funny. Ricky bumped Billy today and Kevin told him to kiss his brother better. Ricky looked at Billy’s face and said, “Poppy, he’s too drooly!”
Just in case anyone was wondering, yes, Ricky’s meeting was imaginary. Another funny thing Billy says is “couch”, but all his c’s are pronounced “ch”, so it sounds like “chouch”. He kept saying this at church today and so I thought he might be saying church, but no, he was calling all the pews couches!