Tuesday, September 15, 2009

in touch with our feelings

After a whirlwind morning of cleaning and organizing and kitchen/food-related tasks, I was in the basement doing my monthly straighten/vacuum routine (hey, it's unfinished and the only room in which I generally give the kids free reign - monthly I take it upon myself to pick everything up). Donovan was on some whining kick that I tend to address by saying, "I can't hear you when you talk like that." Sometimes I am amused by the way he clears his throat and drops the pitch to a tolerable decibel. Other times he continues to whine and I ignore him. This morning, though, as I walked around vacuuming and cleaning, he sat on the rocking horse, legs draped over the same side, eying me carefully as he realized I really wasn't listening. Very deliberately he cleared his throat and with a slight quaver in his voice said, "Mom?" Yes, Donovan? "Sometimes? When you are in duh same woom as me, it makes me feew gwumpy."

I had to chuckle softly as I nodded, "Me too, little dude. Me too."

3 comments:

Sarah Burgoyne said...

That's funny because sometimes I get a little "gwumpy" when I am in the same room with my children... interesting...

Christina said...

hahaha! I love kids!

Lisa said...

hahahaha, "Me too, little dude." That's too awesome.