Saturday, November 28, 2009
Friday, November 27, 2009
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Monday, November 23, 2009
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Me: J, I need you to be more careful with your body. I need you to
pay attention and focus on where you are going. I need you to stop running
J: No Ma. I didn't run'to anything. I just run, and things are
there ... in the way. It's not my fault.
Friday, November 20, 2009
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Monday, November 16, 2009
We lounged around lazily until we decided to head over to the pond for some gator hunting. We got into a mean game of volleyball first. (I just have to say that Andy and I were on opposite teams, and yes we spanked his team! Sorry babe. I'll have to share my mad skills with you.) Then we ventured on our gator hunt. Thanks Destiny for spotting them for us!
The only negative thing about the trip was that it wasn't long enough. I don't think any of us were ready to call it quits. We could have easily stayed another night. It was so much fun!
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Friday, November 13, 2009
Thursday, November 12, 2009
J: Hey Ma! I know wha' kin' juice is my favorite. It's peanut juice!!
Me: Peanut juice, J? Really? Hmmm ... I don't know if I've ever had peanut juice.
J: Aw Ma. No, das not right.
Me: Maybe you were thinking about pineapple juice.
J: (down and out) Yeah, das it. I was wrong.
Then during our picnic lunch we were enjoying some chocolate when C asked why it gets so messy. Naturally we began calling out things that melt.
J: Poptarts! Oops... no das' not right. I jus' don't know.
Me: I think you were thinking about popsicles, J.
J: Yeah! Das' it! Popsicles!
Then after nap we were back outside, this time enjoying dum-dums. The kids were describing what their suckers tasted like.
M: Mine tastes just like blueberries. Yum.
C: Mine is really good. It tastes like lemonade.
Me: What does your sucker taste like J? (no response, so I tried to encourage) Maybe cotton candy?
J: Nope. Mine tastes just like sticky, pink candy.
Oh, to be 3.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Me: "C, where is the lizard?"
C: "Well, Mom. I let him go..."
M: (interrupting) "Nope. He's dead."
C: "No, he's not dead. I let him go back to his family."
M: "Nope. That's not right. We killed him."
C: "Augh, M! We didn't kill him; we let him go."
Me: "C, did you let the lizard go before or after he was dead."
C: "After. I'm sorry Mom. I think we killed him."
We're learning how to be gentle, but tiny hands tend to squeeze real hard. Poor creatures that choose to venture into our backyard. I'm afraid they don't have much of a chance.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
A finding the new treasure while C watches.
I was able to distract A with the card while I removed the toy from the box. He's "reading" the card to his sisters.
Monday, November 9, 2009
Yesterday morning at church, I received a strange compliment from C.
C: "Mom, you smell like you're going to Nana's house."
Me: "I smell like I'm going to Nana's?"
C: " Yeah, you smell really good."
I was wearing the perfume my Mom got me for Christmas last year. It's the same perfume she frequently wears that I love. And I love that it reminds the kids of Nana. How sweet.