"Oh yeah? What's that?" I asked.
"I'm gonna be a DRAGON when I grow up," she half roared, stating a claim she has been making for a few weeks now.
Saying the only appropriate thing I could think of, I answered, "Uh, ok."
"Yeah, I'm gonna be a dragon AND an angel!" she said excitedly.
"Lily, you can't be a dragon and an angel," Madeline joined in, taking what would normally be the position allotted to her older brother. "Angels are messengers...FROM GOD! and you can't be both a dragon and an angel," she explained. "You would have to be a dragon first and THEN you can be an angel," she clarified.
Because clearly dragons are not capable of being God's messengers (sheesh, EVERYONE knows that!) but surely after Lily is done with dragon-hood, angel-dom will be a piece of cake....and sadly, I couldn't even support Lily on this because what am I going to say? "Now, now Madeline, Lily can be whatever she wants to be when she grows up."
Right. I am just happy that she has moved away from wanting to be a stripedy skunk "without the stinky." Surely a dragon will be much easier to explain...
Speaking of future career paths, I do think I have an idea of what Liam might be when he grows up.
You see, we have created a bit of an issue for Liam. So, long ago the well meaning doctors told us to feed him whatever he would eat in order to help with weight gain. Now, although we lean toward the healthier options as much as possible, he eats all sorts of stuff, giving high preference to that which, um, backs him up a bit. So recently, he has suffered enormously by the inner workings of his bowels. Each movement sends him crying and squirming and leaves him just a little raw and at times, bloody. It is painful to even watch and he usually comes toddling over, crying, just trying to grab hold of any part of me that might lend relief.
When this first became an issue, I tried just holding him. Soon, I was actually assisting in the process, offering whatever vaseline might be laying around and keeping his knees back in a slightly birthing-like position. But then a few weeks ago, he came to me crying and my asking if he needed to use the potty was met with a very decisive head nod. Just like that we had instant potty training. Now, as he sits there holding onto me as if in some Lamaze video, we count 1-2-3 PUUUUUSH, he mimics my urgings and fairly quickly is relieved of his, um, burden. Thus, I believe he is prepping to be an Obstetrical Nurse, (or perhaps an OB Doctor as he will be just the right height for the catching!) or simply, a very good husband and labor support.
Perhaps he doesn't see this potty training approach as lemonade, but trust me, he isn't exactly offering up lemons either!