These days pass quickly as I’ve been warned and I stink at keeping a journal, so lately I’ve been quickly opening up my e-mail and trying to jot down the things the kids do and say that I want to remember and then saving it in my drafts folder. Here are some recent memories recorded so I don’t forget…
son: AWWWWWWWWWWWAAAHHHHHHHH Scott: What is wrong? son: My guitar.  I was playing the guitar and she pulled my pretend guitar plug.
I saw this little questionnaire on face book this week and the responses from my friend’s daughters had me laughing out loud. So, I asked my son this list of 25 questions about his mom and here is what he said…
What is something mom always says to you? Son: no response (nice to know I leave such an impression)
What makes mom happy? Son: obeying mom and loving mom
I am so excited to share some news with you all. After my post on Friday about how much I loved the Seeds Family worship CDs, Michelle from Seeds contacted me. She’s offering all of my readers a 20% discount off of any of their CD’s. I have my very first discount code! How cool is that?!
Simply enter the code CIRCUSREADERS09 when purchasing a CD from their site. I plan to buy some more myself!
Kids make good accountability partners. Whether you ask them to be or not.
As a SAHM mom, I am with my kids pretty much all day and evening. With the exception of an evening out here or there. And my kids are watching me. They are taking in what I listen to on the radio, how I respond when I am tired, stressed. They are there for it all.
I have been impressed and sometimes surprised with how carefully they are listening to the words of the lyrics we listen to.
It’s been a few years since we’ve had a good snow fall here in MD. And by good I mean accumulating enough so that you don’t see the grass poking through the snow. This is the only snowman we were able to scrape together this winter at the circus. Don’t the kids look kind of forlorn?
Seriously, take a closer look at our “snowman.” I am sure my friends up north are rolling on the floor with laughter at our patheticness.
Today a dental hygienist visited my son’s class at preschool. In the car he told me we needed to get him some dental cloth. “Floss?” I asked. “Yes,” he told me, “We gotta get rid of Mr. Black.”
pause
My son then commented, “I have no idea who Mr. Black is but we gotta get rid of him.”
I suggested maybe he was a cavity.
“Yea or dead food.” he replied.
Sometimes it takes very little to turn the ordinary into something memorable. If your willing to change things up a bit, you can have fun with really, very little effort.
The other day the kids and I baked some cookies for a care package, but we saved some to enjoy with Daddy after dinner. While we don’t have dessert everyday, a chocolate chip cookie after dinner is not all that memorable.
You ever ever start playing a game without even realizing it until it’s well underway? Two years ago the kids and I were shopping in the candy aisle at Rite Aid looking for cheap V-day candy after the 14th, when we stumbled across this guy selling on clearance for a little over a dollar.
My son was big into motorcycles and Snoopy, so it was fun gift for him.
Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama. You can head over to her blog to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.
While I was posting about my true love story each day last week, a whole circus load of activity was going on around here.
I did not…
put my kids to bed without having them brush their teeth because we got home late from a church meeting and I was trying to rush the bedtime routine.
We celebrated my daughter’s third birthday last weekend and in honor of that milestone, I thought I’d write her a letter. Perhaps I will take Wilma’s idea and pen it out to give to her at a later date. Until then, at least I will have the thoughts preserved.
Dear Daughter,
I can’t believe it’s been three years since you entered the world. You are a tiny girl with a lot of spunk and you’ve always had a connection with your daddy that only daughter’s can have.