My children have been inundated with Chick-Fil-A from birth. The first thing I ate after my daughter’s delivery was a CFA sandwich. I have scrapbook pages in each of my daughter’s first year scrapbooks, dedicated to their first Kids Meals at Chick-Fil-A. The first logo/graphic my son recognized was for Chick-Fil-A. Anytime he saw a cursive C when he was a toddler, he thought it was the word Chick-Fil-A. They’ve known and loved the Chick-Fil-A cow since they were babies and we’ve even dressed like one for the past 5 years.
I love our pediatric dentist office, for many reasons….the play gym in the waiting room, the sun glasses for the kids to wear while the lights shine in their eyes, the cool prizes the kids get to pick out, the pac man games they play between the cleaning and the dentist, but mostly for the people.
Without the kind and patient hygienists and dentists, the games and toys really wouldn’t matter.
The kids and I were walking around downtown Annapolis last week when we spotted this car. My son said, “Hey, I bet that’s Barack Obama’s car!”
You know, because naturally the president of the United States would drive a car that looked like an American flag.
I am sure the people at Beltway Brokerage.com would be so happy to know that their car gets such high billing.
While walking to the car after church on Sunday, my son proudly showed me his Sunday School papers. Upon seeing this picture, I assumed what his lesson was about that morning and decided to play a little game with him. “I bet I can guess who this picture is of,” I say jokingly. Being confident in who it is, I decide to joke around with him and intentionally say wrong answers such as “Andrew, James, or Paul.
The other day the kids and I were hanging around the house cleaning the house like crazy and listening to music. “The Sharing Song” by Jack Johnson came on and he sang, “It’s always more fun to share with everyone.” My three year old got a funny look on her face and exclaimed, “Hey, he said it’s more fun to share! It is NOT more fun to share!” The way she said it and the look on her face was if she was saying, W_hat is this propaganda your spewing at me mom?
My son is quite the little entrepreneur. The other night after dinner my husband was reading the girls a book and I sat on the couch to read a little myself. I looked over to see what my son was up to and discovered he had put all the dishes in the sink, and was scrubbing the dining room table. He even asked where the sandwich bags where so he could bag up the leftovers and put them in the fridge.
Living near the Chesapeake Bay affords us many opportunities for boat watching. “What’s that?” “A sailboat.”
“What’s that?” “A motor boat”
“What’s that?” “A kayak.”
Many such conversations have gone on between the kids and I over the years. Now they happily call out the boats they see as we play at the beach or the park nearby. Last week my kids got all excited when they saw a cruise ship sailing by our park.
The one piece of parenting advice I wish I had adhered to better is to “write down those cute things your kids say b/c you will forget.” Me forget? Come on… there’s not way I could forget those cute little things my kids say… I’m super mom.
Yea, I also never thought I’d bring my kids to church with mismatched shoes and no diaper bag…but
5 years and 3 kids later and super mom has left the building.
“How are you?” This simple phrase is uttered countless times a day. Though typically without the asker really wanting or waiting for a reply.
“Hi How are you?”
You say it the grocery store clerk, the man on the sidewalk, the telemarketer…and yet, honestly, how often do you wait or listen to the response?
The expected response is “Good, How are you?”
My kids could have been screaming at the top of their lungs , the dog just pooped on the rug again, and my sink is clogged and over flowing, and yet I smile and answer “Good, how are you?
My kids made an important decision this week. After much deliberation, they’ve finally figured out their Halloween costumes for next fall. And really, not a moment too soon… what with 146 days till Halloween, it’s a good thing we’ve got it settled. My son will be Luke Skywalker (he told me this week that he wished when he was a baby we had name him Luke Skywalker). My 3 year old will be Princess Leia.