In the car the other day, we were playing the alphabet game by saying something nice about people in our family. We get through A-D and it was L’s turn to go with E. C leans back to suggest something nice about me and here is their conversation:
C: (whispering) tell Mommy she has pretty eyes
L: What?! No! Mommy makes good eggs!
Me: laughing…thanks L
C: You can still tell her that too!
L: No, that’s not nice to say to Mommy! Mommy, C wants me to tell you that you have Bloody eyes!
C: No, I said pretty eyes, not bloody eyes!!!
These kids crack us up!!!
H: Momma, can I have some chips? The ones with red on the bag?!(showing me a Fritos bag)
Me: yes, those are called Fritos
H: (opens bag and stands a chip on end) Momma, is this the ‘Freet” part and where are the “toes?!”
Me: (quietly laughing because he is sensitive to people laughing at things he say) Honey, those are just “Fritos”
H: oh, huh, FRITOS! (Pause for a moment) So where are the “toes?!”
“I didn’t mean to lock it, it just locked!” Sometimes in the midst of parenting you find yourself in need of a pair if bolt cutters or a spy…because a little someone gets curious about the lock to the shed…the one in which the mower resides, the one in which the keys to the shed are currently.
Another Awkward moment brought to you by the letter H! After telling H not to give the water softener guy a hug because we don’t know him, H proceeds to tell him by name:
H: Hey Eric!
H: um, my mom doesn’t want me to give you a hug.
***I am officially hiding in my pantry until he leaves***
Me: (me singing) I like to move it, move it!
H: no! Don’t sing, “I like to move it, move it!”
Me: How come?!
H: because…it makes me want to shake my booty!
“I called God, Corban and telled him you are being mean!” Hayden
Since Bible Class was canceled tonight we read the story of Esther to the kids at home. When we asked questions about the plan to kill the Jews of all ages – old, young, women & children, Corban replied with, “How rude!”
It’s the little things in life that bring so much joy! Like for instance: Being envious of my 7 years olds ability to “limbo” under a bathroom stall(this being an entirely different story) especially when my 4 year old has locked himself in the potty at Target(while needing my assistance…ahem) to which I decide to forgo any “limboing” and just shake the door until it comes loose. My 4 year old sharing with the people at the Running store that he is currently wearing “Incredible” underwear along with his cowboy boots and he is ready for the “Cowboy BarBQ at church.” And my 5 year old holding her breath at the dinner table until it turns bright red and eventually tells us she is an “angry buffalo ready to charge.” I think I need to submit an entry to Reader’s Digest…it can be listed under the column “All in a Day’s work!”
On the way to school this morning:
L: (singing Baby Your a firework)
C: oh brother! You are being annoying…you are getting on my nerds!
Me: oh really! What are your nerds?
C: I don’t know…they’re in my brain
H: I have nuts in my brain!
Me: really?! How did that happen?
H: that’s just how God made me!