Little conversations

I love talking with my kids, which I described in the last post.  They challenge me and make me laugh all the time.  Here are are few tidbits with my four year old from this past week.

My Dear Son: I’m petting the kitty.
Me: Does he like it?
DS: Yes. I knew he was very shy because he was running away from me.
*I’m sure that’s it.*


On another occasion I moved some chairs to the other room while I was cleaning, which always inspires the kids to build some kind of fort or structure. We’ve had houses, cars, roller coasters, etc.  This time my little guy was building by himself while his siblings were at school:

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DS: I’m trying to make this a rocket ship.
Me: Sweet.
DS: I can’t find a place to lay down.
Me: Bummer. I don’t know what to tell you.
DS: You could tell me something I could do to lay down.
Me: Well, yes, that would be helpful. What I meant is I don’t have any ideas at the moment.
DS: Oh.

(It’s such a bummer when parents don’t have the answer…of course, chances are pretty high if I had given an answer, he wouldn’t have liked it, but that’s a different story.)


This morning I was drawing on some cloth napkins with a fabric marker and this conversation ensued:

DS: Why are you doing that?
Me: Because the writing is faded.
DS: What does that mean?
Me: The writing has gotten lighter than is used to be.
DS: Why didn’t you just say that?

I comforted myself by believing I helped him learn the word.  Unfortunately, I asked him this afternoon was “faded” meant.  He had no idea.  Parenting and *sighing* go hand in hand….

Conversations with kids

Kids are interesting.  Always.  Sometimes interestingly crazy.  Sometimes interestingly sweet.  Sometimes interestingly disobedient.  Sometimes interestingly funny.  But always interesting.  It’s like reading a reading a really good book and just when you think you’ve figured it out, something unexpected happens.  Or watching a movie that you may have seen before but it still surprises you with it’s humor.  I find so many conversations with kids interesting.  And funny.  And sweet.  And….


Here are a few recent conversations with my kids:


My Dear Daughter:  Mom?

Me:  Yes?

DD:  *pause*  I forgot what I was going to say.

Me:  Was it, “Mom you’re awesome.  Thanks for taking such good care of me”?

DD:  NO!!

(Well, it was worth a shot.)



My Dear Son: You’re wearing all black.

Me:  I have a purple shirt on.  (However, I had on black pants and a black cardigan.)

DS:  You should change.  (Please note this child is 4 years old.)

Me:  Why?

DS:  You look weird.

(Apparently I shouldn’t begin a Goth phase soon.)



My Dear Son:  I’m thirsty.

Me:  Drink some of your water.

DS:  I’m thirsty for cake.

(Hmmm, now I’m a bit thirsty for cake.)



From a few months ago:

My Dear Son: “Banana” is how you say “Hello” in Spanish! 

Me: “Hola” is how you say Hello in Spanish.  

DS: Well, “Banana” is another way to say “Hello” in Spanish. 

(I wonder how someone would feel if we greeted them with “banana”?  I suppose there are worse greetings.)

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And occasionally they’re good for one’s ego:

As I pick up a baking sheet to carry it to the sink, My youngest son asks:  You can do that with one hand?

Me: Yes.

DS:  Woah

(Yes, that’s right, Mommy is All. That.  Please make a note of it, because I’m sure we’ll forget it 2 minutes from now.)




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To J’s future wife:

This morning when J said “I don’t know where my slippers are.”  I responded immediately: “They’re by the front door.”  Such a simple exchange.  Only a moment of time. Then it hit me: I need to apologize to you.  For through that brief exchange I am setting you up.  As of right now you have no idea.  You may not even be born yet.  But the time will come.  Oh, the time will come my future daughter-in-law, when you will be required to continue the role of wives and mothers everywhere.  Hopefully your mother will warn you and help you adjust to your future reality: you will need to know where everything is.  And when I say “everything” it includes the receipt for the car part purchased three years earlier.  It includes the tie J wore two months prior and randomly discarded at his first opportunity.  Measuring cups, books, batteries, and children will be included in this “everything.”  Thankfully it will not include video games or large pieces of furniture.  But you will be expected to catalogue the location of everything else in your mind.

This will come naturally for you to some degree, because through this catalogue-ization you are able care for those you love.  However, beware: It is a trap.  Once you indicate you know where one thing is it will be deemed your role for eternity to know the location of everything.

Occasionally you will have to face opposition.  And again I am sorry.  Even this morning when I told J where the slippers were, his gracious and loving response was, “No, they’re not.” (Please note, he said that while he was walking to the door, where he found the slippers.)  I’d like to tell you he came running back to me saying, “Oh thank you, Dear Mother!  I’m so very grateful you knew the location of the slippers.  You are amazing.”  I would like to tell you that but it would a big, fat lie.  I don’t even recall him saying ‘Thanks.”  (If it’s any consolation, when he comes and rescues you from the scary bugs in the house, he probably will not expect more than an end to the screeching.)

At times you will attempt to empower J: “Try looking for *said item* in the drawer.”  However, unless the item is on top of everything else in the drawer with blinking lights around it, J probably will not find it.  Soon he will tell you he looked “everywhere.”  Please keep in mind “everywhere” does not carry the same significance as “everything.”  For when he says he looked “everywhere” he means he looked “somewhere” and then decided it would be easier to either A.) Live without *said item* or B.) Ask you.  When he asks you, you will likely respond with “It’s in the drawer,” which will bring more opposition:  “No, it’s not; I already looked there.”  Keep in mind both of you are correct.  He did look in the drawer, but since the item was not on top with blinking lights he could not find it.  When you look in the same drawer you likely will move a piece of paper and the *said item* will be immediately visible.

Since J is still young I would like to tell you I am the woman to break this vicious cycle.  But I forced to admit I am not strong enough.  His cuteness has sucked me in.  So you, my dear future daughter-in-law, must bear this burden, and I am sorry.  Please note I am training him on his bug removing skills, so there will be a silver lining in your future.  I also am dedicated his stay-dry-at-night training.  Although you don’t understand now, I think in the future you and I will agree this was the more important battle to win.

– Your future Mother-in-law


black cats and truths

The other day we were heading to a Halloween party and on the way a black cat crossed in front of us.  My oldest son was spooked for a minute, thinking it’d bring back luck.  And I wanted to laugh.  A lot.  Because at our house we have:


My son has lived with this black cat for well over seven years.  He knows very well there isn’t bad luck because a black cat walks in front of us.  However, it’s late October and as Halloween approaches people start decorating and talking about the perils of a black cats and such.

As I was thinking about it I realized I do this kind of thing all. the. time.   For example, I know I am loved by God and accepted the way I am.  However, it takes about a minute of me listening to outside influences for me to start thinking I’m not good enough.   Which is silly, because I know the truth.  Or at least, I should!  Just like my son should know the truth about a black cat.  I need frequent reminders of truths I already know.

So Happy Halloween!  May you remember the truth, regardless of what you hear.


a new look!

Were you wondering if you’re at the right place?  You probably are!  I was bored with the previous background and wanted a brighter look.  New look, same rambling stuff.

Thanks for stopping by!



Four year olds rock.  My daughter frequently cracks me up, keeps me on my toes, amazes me, drives me bonkers, and makes my heart swell. Sometimes she can do all of those things within a couple minutes!

One of my favorite things about four year olds is they way they use the language and concepts they’re rapidly learning.  Sometimes it just comes out…quirky…which is so fun.   Here are a few of what I like to call “Kisms:”

Recently while riding in the van K and I were talking about driver’s licenses:  “Mom, you should get two licenses.”
Me: “What could I do with two licenses?”
K: “Drive zig zag!”
Well, I have to admit, that does sound pretty awesome!
This morning Dad got up with the kids and let me sleep in late.  When they all came in to wake me up I asked K if she’d had breakfast and she informed me, “We haven’t had a single third breakfast!!!”  She followed that up by telling me she hadn’t had a second breakfast either.  (That is a girl after my own heart!)  Dad, what are you doing to these poor children, feeding them only one breakfast!  the horrors!
A few days ago I asked K to go upstairs and ask Dad a question for me.  K came down very upset, “Mom, he wouldn’t answer me.  I asked him TWO times!!   He just kept on snoring!”  Wow, Dad, you’re only feeding the children one breakfast and not answering when you’re asleep??  Call the authorities!
This morning I told K and J they would need to take a shower in a few minutes and K responds:  “Why?!  We just had one last week!!”  Well, that’s true, but let’s live a little crazy and take another one.
K loves to educate me regarding four and five year olds.  A few months ago she told me, “When I’m five, I’ll chew hair.”  I responded, “we don’t chew hair, we chew food.”  To which K countered, “Last time, when I was four, I chewed hair.  And it wasn’t bad…at all!”  Good to know?…or maybe not.  On another occasion she informed me, “Four year olds love coffee.”  Well, that may be darling, but you still can’t have any.
And then there’s the frequent commentary on my cooking…sigh.
-“Mom, I don’t like squashes.  They taste serious.”
-“Mom, this is yummy, but it doesn’t taste good.”
-I asked her the favorite thing about my cooking:  “When you make meatloaf.”  Is there one thing you don’t like about my cooking?  “That you make stuff that I don’t like.”
-One night at dinner I asked Dad what he thought of the new recipe I made. He said, it’s okay but blah (needing more spices). K leans over and whispers to me, “Maybe you should make good food.”  Yes, I probably should have thought of that.  Silly me.


K loves to match.  She looks for matches and she finds them…everywhere.  She likes to match J at bedtime…if J wears ‘feet pajamas’ she wants to wear feet pajamas.  If someone wears tennis shoes then she wants to wear tennis shoes, etc.  When we’re in the van she’ll often find cars that match.  And she very frequently finds people who match.

Often it’s a game for me…how do these people/cars/toys/etc. match?  It’s not necessarily obvious.  Sometimes it’s the color, like the color of a car or the color of a shirt.  Sometimes it might be the number of doors on a car or the way two people wear their hair.  It could be one adult with dark skin and a child with light skin…but they match because they have on the same type of shoes.

How awesome would it be if we all viewed life this way?  Often we just notice differences.  What if we started focusing on what we have in common with others?  When we see a person of another culture, lifestyle, religion, or upbringing we looked hard to find how we ‘matched?’  Maybe we would work harder to communicate with them.  Maybe we would find it easier to understand them.  Maybe we would find reasons to like them.  Just maybe our corner of the world would be a better place.

Do these items have anything in common?

Tell me a joke

My kids love jokes.  Well, not the toddler, but I’m sure he will soon enough, and he certainly loves to laugh.  The other two love telling, reading, and hearing jokes.  My ten year old is finally getting pretty good at telling them.  My three year old is…not.  But she certainly loves to try!

Here are the current favorites in our family:

“Why are you under there?”

“Under where?”

“You said underwear!!”


Knock knock

Who’s there?

A Cow Says

A Cow Says, Who?

No, A cow says MOO!

(Now for the record, I don’t think we’ve ever made it all the way through this joke.  K or someone else inevitably kills the punch line.  However, it still causes tons of laughter!)


And plastic bugs.  Oh, the plastic bugs we have in the house right now.  I will say, they are much better than the real things.  But if they decided they’d rather live outside I’d be totally okay with that.

This was S’s surprise joke for me yesterday morning:

He also planted one on the fridge so it’d fall down on me when the door opened.  However, Dad opened the door first.  Teehee.  And then he left it at the bottom of the fridge for me.  Such loving guys I live with.

So back to the jokes, the non-creepy ones, we need some new material!  What are your favorites?

A pledge and a summary

I’m determined to write more this year.  Really.  Even though it’s already the 10th and this is my first post of the year.  But considering the volume of posts in the last couple months (or lack thereof), we’ll still consider this progress and a sign of more to come.

Let me give you a summary of life since the last post:

1. Sickness:  I think we’re trying to collect every virus.  We’re darn close to a full set.  We’ve had fewer healthy days than sick days!  However, despite the constant battle with coughs, congestion, and ear infections, we’re still growing and going strong.

2. Christmas:  It was lovely.  The kids relished the time with grandparents and we successfully celebrated our first Christmas in the South.

3. Kindle:  Best Christmas present.  Reading has sharply increased.  Oddly enough, other productivity has decreased.  My three-year old likes to think the Kindle is hers and works it almost as well as I do.

3. J:  Developing by leaps and bounds.  I love this age.  New words and tricks all the time.  Finding new things to climb on is probably one of my least favorite of those tricks.   Understanding new words from him is fabulous.

4. S:  Still doing basketball.  It’s going okay and he’s enjoying it.  His schoolteacher pointed out his class is half way through 5th grade.  I’d prefer not to think about that.

5. K:  Is seeming too grown up.  I’m trying to convince her to turn two on her next birthday.  She insists she has to get older.  Bummer.

6.  Legos: Can currently be found in every room of the house.  I think interior designers could learn from us.   Legos also make excellent clothing accessories.  J likes to put them down his shirt.  The trouble is, lately he has been wearing onesies, so they get stuck.  He rattles as he walks around the house.

7.  Football:  Roll Tide Roll!  Congrats!     …….However, I have to admit I hope someday you’ll be a good snack for a Wolverine (or a Spartan).

8.  Weather:  It’s warm for this time of year.  I’m a fan.

9.  Flowers: These grow outside.  In December and January.  I’m a big fan.

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