My son has always had a very inquisitive nature. When I was pregnant with my third child, he was three. He fully grasped the concept that there was a baby in my belly. But, what he wanted to know was, how the baby was coming out. At first I tried with vague, non specific responses. But they weren’t doing it for him. He kept bringing it up, again and again.
After dressing the children in their finest, and forcing them to pose for pictures in front of the tree, we went to church this evening for the Christmas Eve services.
When one of our pastors got up to read Scripture, he said he would be reading from John 1. My son leaned over to me and said, “Mom, I thought the story was in Luke 2." This was probably one of my favorite quotes from the evening.
When I was little if you wanted to make my mom mad, all you had to do was ask her who was visiting when she was cleaning house. Oh how I remember the look she’d get on her face when I would say that….seems my turn has come…
After decorating our cookies yesterday, I realized it was time to deep clean my kitchen. Once I scrubbed down the icing covered counter, it only made me realize how scummy the other counters looked.
I came into the kitchen the other day to find my son lining up cups of water. I asked what he was doing and he informed me he was setting up a “Water Stand” in our house. I asked how much he was charging for a cup of luke warm tap water.
$14.00, he replied.
Any takers?
Who would ever thought soccer cleats could be so cute? When I took my son to get his cleats at the beginning of the season, I thought those cleats were far cuter than any baby bootie I’ve ever seen. I’ve never been into bronzing the baby shoes, but I will be tucking these cleats away in a box to look at years from now when I complain of the big stinky cleats I find sitting in my doorway.
As my kids were getting ready for their bath the other night the following conversation took place.
Sister: What’s that? (she’s pointing at his nipple)
Brother: It’s the thing you guys (pause) girls have to give babies milk when they don’t use bottles.
I know that I shouldn’t be, but I am continually amazed by how much the information kids absorb just by watching the world around them, and how much they remember!
Today the following conversation took place between me and my 4 year old son as we were driving home from the store.
Son: Mom, can I see a real brain some day?
Me: You want to see grain?
Son: No a BRAIN
pause (and I had been trying to figure out where to find grain…if only…)
Me: I don’t think so, that would be pretty tough
Son: Well, if someone died and then we cut their head open, then we could see what their brain looked like
My kids have a fascination with poop.
(Have no fear no pictures included in this post)!
Every time we change our baby’s diaper, the older two want to know if it is poop and if it is they want to see it.
As odd as it is to us, it seems like an easy and harmless enough wish to comply with that my husband and I know “don’t throw the diaper into the pail until you’ve held it up for all to see.
My 2 year old daughter loves Sesame Street.
Except for this guy.
Every time he comes on the screen, she does this.
or this.
The first time he scared her, I came into the room to find her laying face down on the couch crying. I asked her what was wrong and she said, “Cookie Monster yelled at me!” I think she really thought he was yelling at her when he was screaming for his cookies.
Baby: (in high pitched voice) badadadada
4 year old son: I don’t know what she just said, but it was cute!