Memories

As TTT gets older it's amazing what they remember. Sometimes things I never thought they would remember. Some things I need more details to remember, which Jory ususally has.

On Friday night at bedtime, Rowan said, "Mommy, my arm still hurts."

She received shots at a doctor's visit earlier in the morning.

"I'm sorry, Rowan, but when you wake up it won't hurt anymore," I assured her.

"Mommy, my arm hurts too," Jory inserted lifting his arm towards me.

"Jory, when did you get your shots?"

"In Decemeber," he answered confidentally.

"Then your arm is no longer hurting from a shot you had three months ago."

Maybe he should remember getting his shots since I almost asked for the nurse to call in another nurse or male doctor to help hold down that incredibly adrenaline pumped boy when he got his shot and blood was drawn.
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"Mommy, remember when you left me?"

"Jory, when did I leave you?"

"Remember when I woke up and you weren't in the room with me and I looked in all the rooms and you weren't there. And I went outside and you weren't there. Then I came outside and opened the gate and I saw you and I was crying. Then you took to me to McDonald's. Why did you leave me?" he asked.

"You were asleep when I went outside. I didn't think you were going to wake up before I came back inside."

What is this kid an elephant?
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"Mommy, remember when we went to the park and we couldn't get on the jumpers?"

"No, Jory, I don't remember that."

"Remember the jumpers and the swimming pool?"

What is this kid talking about? "No."

"Remember we got our face painted. I was a doggie and Rowan was a kitty cat and the baby had flowers and sparkles on the side of her face. Remember?"

"You mean Caleb's birthday party?"

Jory nodded.

Score one for Rebecca and Chris for having the genius idea to hire a face painter. Caleb's first birthday is forever engraved in Jory's memory.


Oh, the things kids remember.