Deep Thoughts With Shea

Shea is at this fantastic age where she is able to communicate her thoughts. This is nice on several levels. Aside from being grateful for healthy development, however, we are particularly entertained, these days, with the fantastic windows she gives us into what occupies her mind.

Yesterday, while sitting at the computer, Shea came up to me and just started saying her random thoughts, all of which had me smiling. I decided to take advantage of the moment, and start typing down whatever she said. This led into four hilarious minutes (a very typical representation of the silly, perpetual chaos that surrounds me) of transcribing all three childrens' activities.

Here you go:

Shea, sitting next to says, "Mommy, princesses are good and kind and beautiful (big dramatic sigh)."

Me: "Yes, Shea, I suppose they are."

Shea: "Mommy, I'm not a baby. I'm a girl. I'm a big kid girl. And you're a girl too. We are girls together. And Daddy's a boy and Dexter and Jaxon are boys, too. And Sylvie's a girl and Mathew is not a girl."

Me (giggling): "Yes, you're right, Shea."

With our apartment coreway under renovation, one of the workmen accidentally bumps into the door.

Shea: "You hear that Mommy? You hear that noise? I realized, someone knocked on the door and I heard the noise and I said, 'Mommy, you hear that noise?' " Then, she laughs, as if at her own cleverness.

Shea: "I'm a little puppy and your a big puppy, Mommy. Woof." (Putting a blanket over her head) "No, I'm a ghost. (Pause) No, I'm a bad-guy! I'm a ghost bad-guy."

Shea starts to dance under her blanket, so, naturally, Jaxon, who is nearby, picks up the guitar and starts to play for her.

Shea: "Look, Mommy, I'm dancing! Jax is playing guitar and I'm dancing!! Meow. Meow. Meow. Woof Woof. Woo-hoo!!"

Now, Dex, wearing a headlamp, runs into the room and begins dancing with her and pulling on the blanket.

Shea: "Mommy, I want that back!"

Dex, "Shea hit me!"

Jax, now sorting toys under the tree, picks a gift up and shouts, "Mommy, this one doesn't have a tag on it!"

Dex: "Is it Christmas Eve tomorrow? When is Christmas Eve? Is Santa coming tomorrow?"

Before I can answer either boy (primarily because I'm now typing), Shea and Dex resume dancing.

Dex: "I'm Santa and all of you guys are the elves. (with a voice of authority) Elves!!!"

Jax: "I'm not an elf. I don't want to be an elf."

Dex, chasing Shea again, "Come back here! You have to do your work!"

Shea, "No!" (followed by hysterical laughter)

Now, all three are dancing and singing Jingle Bells.

Jax, remembering he was in the midst of something important, reaches for the tagless gift. "Mommy, what is this? Who's it for?" Can you give me a tag for this? Can you write 'to Jax and Dex'?"

Dex, pouncing on Shea, shouts, "Gotcha!! You're an elf!!"

Shea: "You an elf!"

Dex: "Please stop screaming. You're an elf!"

Shea: "I not an elf. You're an elf!"

Dex- "Stop, or you won't get any presents."

Shea: "Mommy, Dex said I can't play with the presents. You are an elf, Mommy! Elf!! You an elf!!"

Dex: "No, you're an elf."

Shea: "No, you're an elf."

Dex: "No, you're an elf."

Shea, who is running around while chanting "No, you're an elf" runs into the presents.

Jax: "Shea, that wasn't nice."

Shea and Dex start playing tug of war with the blanket, then they cuddle on floor, then all three (Dex and Jax from the floor and Jax from the tree) sing Jingle Bells again.

Silence...

for about 30 seconds... until Jaxon starts singing about all the toys he wants for Christmas, Dex and Shea join in and it all starts over again!