Spankin' Reindeer
Lena (3) calls to me as I'm doing the dishes: "Mom, Micah's crawling up the stairs!!"
I wasn't too worried. Micah is 15 months old and has mastered the stair very well. As I dried my hands off, so that I could go bring him down stairs again, I heard a loud 'slap' and then a cry from Micah. Looking at me with a guilty look on her face from the top of the stairs, Lena assures me that she didn't do it. Unfortunately for Lena, Micah had a hand print on his bare back as evidence. Oops...Busted! Needless to say Lena had to sit in her naughty spot for awhile. When her time was up she apologized to Micah and came to me sobbing: "But Mom, I thought he was a reindeer...*sob*...a spankin' reindeer...*sniffle*.
"A spankin' reindeer!? Are you telling me stories Lena?"
She looked at me, tried her best not to, but started to giggle: "Teehe, yeah mom."
I still don't know why she hit him but she sure came up with an interesting story while she was in time-out.
I wasn't too worried. Micah is 15 months old and has mastered the stair very well. As I dried my hands off, so that I could go bring him down stairs again, I heard a loud 'slap' and then a cry from Micah. Looking at me with a guilty look on her face from the top of the stairs, Lena assures me that she didn't do it. Unfortunately for Lena, Micah had a hand print on his bare back as evidence. Oops...Busted! Needless to say Lena had to sit in her naughty spot for awhile. When her time was up she apologized to Micah and came to me sobbing: "But Mom, I thought he was a reindeer...*sob*...a spankin' reindeer...*sniffle*.
"A spankin' reindeer!? Are you telling me stories Lena?"
She looked at me, tried her best not to, but started to giggle: "Teehe, yeah mom."
I still don't know why she hit him but she sure came up with an interesting story while she was in time-out.
Off to Eat Candy
I enlisted my 7 year old son to help fold diapers with me...He was not too thrilled.
"Why do I have to do this?", he whined.
I quickly told him that someday when he is married and has a baby of his own he'll know exactly what to do and then he can help his wife fold diapers.
Thinking for a moment, he then replied, "I'm not doing THAT! I'll just tell my wife that I have to go to work and then I'll go and eat candy!"
Message to my future daughter-in-law: I'M TRYING...REALLY, I AM!
"Why do I have to do this?", he whined.
I quickly told him that someday when he is married and has a baby of his own he'll know exactly what to do and then he can help his wife fold diapers.
Thinking for a moment, he then replied, "I'm not doing THAT! I'll just tell my wife that I have to go to work and then I'll go and eat candy!"
Message to my future daughter-in-law: I'M TRYING...REALLY, I AM!
Is She Having a Baby?
I feared that Thea, my 5 year old, had strep throat so I took her to the doctor for a check up. As usual my other kids joined us (we always travel in groups...lol!) We don't go to the doctor very often so this was very exciting for them. Last time the kids were exposed to the inside of a doctor's office was when I was pregnant with Micah over a year ago and took the kids along to my midwife visits.
As Thea climbed onto the table to be examined by the doctor, Lena, my 3 year old, whispers to me: "Mommy, does Thea have a baby in her tummy?"
Poor Thea's face!!! A mixture of shock and sheer terror!!!
As Thea climbed onto the table to be examined by the doctor, Lena, my 3 year old, whispers to me: "Mommy, does Thea have a baby in her tummy?"
Poor Thea's face!!! A mixture of shock and sheer terror!!!
"I'm so Impressed"
Jeremy bought a "new" boat last week and took it to the lake to try it out this past Tuesday morning. When he arrived home a few hours later, Amy and Emily ran out the front door to great him in their usual exuberant style. Before I could even pick up the baby to join the welcoming committee, Amy bounded back into the house with a little foam box of bait in her hands and exclaimed, "Oh, Mommy, I'm SO IMPRESSED! Daddy caught all these worms!" :o)
Jeremy later had to explain that he actually bought all the worms, but Amy is still convinced that her Daddy is the very best fisherman in the world!
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Jeremy later had to explain that he actually bought all the worms, but Amy is still convinced that her Daddy is the very best fisherman in the world!
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My Mother's Day
As I was laying in bed this morning I could hear my 7 and 5 year old up to something in the kitchen. I was pretty certain that they wouldn't do something dangerous like use the stove so I thought I'd just let them finish what they were up to. Soon I could hear their little foot steps come up the stairs.
"Happy Mother's Day Mom!", they announced in unison.
I looked up to find my 7 year old holding a cup of tea!!! As if he were reading my mind he said to me: "Don't worry Mom. I know it's too dangerous for me to boil water so I made it with cold water instead."
That was the best cup of tea I've ever had!
My 5 year old, all smiles, brought me a bowl of cereal. Daddy, jealous of my royal treatment, jokingly says, "Hey, where's my cereal?" So she slips away to get a bowl for Daddy too. I better be getting breakfast in bed on Father's Day too!
"Happy Mother's Day Mom!", they announced in unison.
I looked up to find my 7 year old holding a cup of tea!!! As if he were reading my mind he said to me: "Don't worry Mom. I know it's too dangerous for me to boil water so I made it with cold water instead."
That was the best cup of tea I've ever had!
My 5 year old, all smiles, brought me a bowl of cereal. Daddy, jealous of my royal treatment, jokingly says, "Hey, where's my cereal?" So she slips away to get a bowl for Daddy too. I better be getting breakfast in bed on Father's Day too!
The Sixth Commandment
My six year old son was reciting his school memory work to me:
"The Sixth Commandment: Thou shalt not commit adulthood."
Had I not corrected him, I wouldn't then have been faced with the "Mom, what's adultery?" question.
"The Sixth Commandment: Thou shalt not commit adulthood."
Had I not corrected him, I wouldn't then have been faced with the "Mom, what's adultery?" question.
Princess Lena
Like the rest of my kids, my 3-year old daughter Lena still does not yet have an abundant amount of hair, so it's a challenge to make pigtails or anything of the sort. While fixing up Lena's hair for church one morning, I was extremely proud of what I had been able to accomplish with the hair she has.
I do have to agree: "Lena hair" is much better than "princess hair". Now if we all could just be so happy and content with what God has given us!
"Wow Lena! You look like a princess!"
"I don't want princess hair! I want Lena hair!", she replied.I do have to agree: "Lena hair" is much better than "princess hair". Now if we all could just be so happy and content with what God has given us!
Toads as Accessories
Last year on a warm spring day my then six year old was playing outside with his sister. I had the kitchen window open so that I could keep and ear on them in the sandbox below.
"Hey, Mom! Look what I found!" He yells very excitedly.
I looked out to see him proudly hold up a big ol' toad. This was not the first unfortunate toad he has come across this spring so I tried to be excited for him but at the same time expressed some concern for the poor creature.
A little while later a scream from below the window:
"Mom! Mom! I need your help...ah, oooh,...Mom, hurry! Ahhhh!"
I run outside and find him squirming around - Wiggling all over the place.
"What's the problem?" I asked scanning around for the whereabouts of the toad.
"The toad's stuck in my shirt!"
I HAD to ask!!!
"Hey, Mom! Look what I found!" He yells very excitedly.
I looked out to see him proudly hold up a big ol' toad. This was not the first unfortunate toad he has come across this spring so I tried to be excited for him but at the same time expressed some concern for the poor creature.
A little while later a scream from below the window:
"Mom! Mom! I need your help...ah, oooh,...Mom, hurry! Ahhhh!"
I run outside and find him squirming around - Wiggling all over the place.
"What's the problem?" I asked scanning around for the whereabouts of the toad.
"The toad's stuck in my shirt!"
I HAD to ask!!!
Windsurfing on a Bike!
The prairie winds were blowing but since it was the first warm (sort of) day since last September, the kids still wanted to go out to play. Afraid to blow away, the girls came in a short while after and left our 7 year old out by himself. Soon I noticed from the kitchen window that his bike was in my garden. Puzzled by this, because there is (was) a fence around my garden, I went outside to investigate.
"Sorry mom, sorry!" He apologetically cries as I walked up to survey the damage. "I didn't think it would break!"
As I looked upon one of my fence posts which snapped in two, I (not so calmly) asked: "What made you think it wouldn't break?"
"It didn't break the first time I ran into it!"
Of course! How foolish of me to ask. It turns out that using a garden fence to stop you whilst windsurfing on your bike can break a pole and consequently the fence!
"Sorry mom, sorry!" He apologetically cries as I walked up to survey the damage. "I didn't think it would break!"
As I looked upon one of my fence posts which snapped in two, I (not so calmly) asked: "What made you think it wouldn't break?"
"It didn't break the first time I ran into it!"
Of course! How foolish of me to ask. It turns out that using a garden fence to stop you whilst windsurfing on your bike can break a pole and consequently the fence!
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