She's Four
Lately Ariel has been saying the strangest things.
Her love for her mother is evident in almost everything she says, which warms my heart, but some of the things do concern me.
Over the weekend, she stood on a kitchen chair and jumped off. I said to her "Ariel, do not do that again, you could break your neck." She then told me "that's okay, you'll put it back on." Which may also explain why when she hurts her arms and legs, she declares them as "broken."
When they are not.
I fear a crying wolf incident, that some day, her forearm will be dangling from her elbow while she screams "my arm is broken!" and I won't look up from my nachos because her arms breaks currently about seven times a day.
She did insult me today. I loathe the bratz dolls. Ariel will ask for them after seeing their funky faces on television and I will simply, but firmly, tell her that she will NEVER EVER own a bratz doll. If she ever gets one as a gift, it will go back. They're awful pieces of plastic. (It's nice to know I'm not the only one who feels this way.) Today, the kids were strapped into their car seats, when I had to run back into the house to grab my sunglasses, I put them on top of my head, when I came out of the house Ariel yelled "YOU LOOK LIKE A BRATZ BABY." I didn't know how to reply, so I didn't. I just hope she never says that again. I better re-evaluate how my make up is being applied.
Ariel has also decided that she wants to get married. to me. She's even planning what we are going to wear and what her Dad and brother are going to wear. The first time she said it, I thought it was cute and did not say much except that I was already married to her father, whom I love very much. But many times a day I would hear her say "Mom, I'm going to marry you!" I explained to her that you can't marry your mother, and I can't be married to two people and I almost told her that she can't marry girls. But, I couldn't say that. It felt like I was lying or like I was potentially taking something away from her future.
Because when she's older, if she wanted, she could probably legally marry a woman. And who am I to say if that is right or wrong. (Lord, help me if my mother is reading this.) To be honest with you, before I had children, the thought that my children could be a homosexual did cross my mind, and I could never decide how I would react to that lifestyle. But now I know. I just want them to be happy. Whether it's with Tom or Nancy, for either one, I just want them to be loved and feel love and give love.
What most important to me now is what is most important when they're older.
I just want them to be happy.






















