“Daddy, you are a Poo Poo, Pee-Pee, stinky butt-head.” That used to be LuLu’s favorite thing to say to me. I think she got a little thrill out of it because it was kind of like cussing for a toddler.
Having kids is amazing.
Being around a little human as they try to figure out the world around them can just really floor you sometimes. There were (and still are) many times where I just wanted to freeze time and save the moment forever. In an effort to capture some of those amazing moments from LuLu’s childhood I sometimes try to write them down as soon as they happen.
So, following the theme of the last post, I am going to post one more lost little story that I dug up about LuLu. LuLu is seven now, but she was about three-and-a-half when this happened. The photo of LuLu below was taken around the same time just to give you some frame of reference.
MARCH 2005
I moved into this new place here recently and I am having some work done.
One night LuLu and I came home and she was tired…and I thought she was testing me a little bit. I would ask her not to do something and she would just push it…a little bit, you know?
So we got upstairs and the walls had just been painted and I kept telling her, “now baby you have to be careful because the walls have just been painted,” and I think she was eating or drinking something or we had been coloring so she had paint or markers on her hands so I was especially concerned and sure enough when we got upstairs she started running her fingers across the wall just as soon as we got up there and I was walking behind her and we hadn’t turned the lights on yet and I was frustrated and I said to her…I scolded her, I said…
“DON’T PUT YOUR FUCKING HANDS ON THE WALL.”
And I never talk like that normally, and I certainly never talk like that to LuLu, yet there it was.
“DON’T PUT YOUR FUCKING HANDS ON THE WALL.”
My first reaction was kind of like wow, that was kind of excessive, and I thought about apologizing immediately…but then I decided just to let it sit and see what would happen.
LuLu sat down there in the dark and I walked into the kitchen. She sat for a little while by herself, but she never started crying or anything, she just sat there. Like she was thinking. Finally after a little bit of time passed, LuLu walked over to where I was in the kitchen…
Her demeanor was calm and contemplative.
She took a moment before speaking.
And then she said kind of timidly, but not quite in a whimper…
But very matter-of-factly,
“Daddy…I don’t have ‘FUCKING’ hands.”
I was humbled and heartened.
I tried to reply from behind a concealed smile,
“I know you don’t baby…”
“Of course you don’t.”
Arlo
GOST
hahahha aww shitt well at least she didnt overreact or somet shitt like that.
pretty goodd. :]]
&&shes probably smart enough to not blurt that out to the whole worldd. haha
Good to see you yesterday Arlo! I hope to see some more Gost stuff soon – maybe we can do a little revival video / audio again! Peace
Dearest Arlo. It has been nice catching up with you via your blog. 1st thing I have to say is that Frances is kind of afraid of “Sweetie” as it is hanging up in our kitchen. She is very aware of the snake and she points up and says “snake, Frances” with a very odd look on her face sometimes. We may have to move it to another location in the house for a while.
2nd thing is that I wish you the best of luck in your new venture although I am sure you won’t need it.
3rd thing is that I can never get into the meditation part of yoga, I am just not that spiritual.
4th thing is, please don’t ever talk to Lulu like this again or your futures children.
-T