10.11.2007 | 12:04 pm | Everyday Life
On the way home from getting my car oil changed, the boys were talking to each other in the back seat:
C: Can I play with your fire truck when we get home?
J: No.
C: Why not? Why won’t you share?
Mommy: C, I bet if you offer to let J play with your helicopter, he will let you play with the fire truck.
C: J, is that okay?
J: nods head affirmatively
C: If you play with my helicopter, here are the conditions: you don’t break the helicopter.
J: alright. (or “awright” in his speech 
)
Mommy (silently): I didn’t know C knew about conditions! Awesome!
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10.10.2007 | 9:02 am | Everyday Life
Last night B got home really late - 2nd night in a row. He was very tired when he climbed into bed. Tara (the cat) was in his way and when he laid down, she unhappily moved.
Tara is now 8 1/2 years old. When she was younger, she was more tolerant of us. We would go to sit down and she wouldn’t move, just end up scrunched closely to us. Now, she will meow and walk away disgruntled.
Anyway, B and I got on the topic of our beloved, now deceased, cat Willie. About 6 years ago, I had fried us some chicken on a Saturday evening for dinner. (Some background - our house was currently for sale and we had a showing the next morning, also we had to be at church early to teach our 2nd grade Sunday School class.) We were asleep and all of a sudden we heard this loud noise from the kitchen around 4 a.m. Whoosh - Willie comes flying into the bedroom, jumps on the bed, runs across the bed, and ends up on B’s nightstand table. All we hear is lick, lick, lick of Willie bathing himself. I get up to find out what the noise was and turn on the light to the kitchen - Oh, no! Willie had tried to jump up onto the kitchen counter, smelling the fried chicken, and somehow pulled off from the counter the skillet full of used oil. What a mess! It took B and me a long time to clean up the oil. We even had to move the refrigerator to clean the floor under it. (I remember being able to slide on the tile in my sock feet ’til the day we moved!) Then I put Willie in a bath to get the oil off of him (for those of you who have heard the horror stories of giving a cat a bath, the stories are true… Giving Willie the bath is another story in itself!). I didn’t need another mess to clean up! I was about 4 months pregnant with C at the time and didn’t need any more exertion.
This was our conversation (around 12:30 in the morning!):
B: Willie is probably up in heaven eating chickens.
D: chickens?
B: (Willie is probably in heaven eating chickens) that went to hell.
D: I don’t even want to know what a chicken did to end up going to hell!
B (while laughing the laugh of the sleep deprived): (the chicken was) bad to the wishbone.
D: You need to go to sleep!
B: Yeah.
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10.9.2007 | 8:35 am | Health
We met my mom at the health department and C, J and I got our flu shots this morning. B, it’s your turn!
My mom got her shot first and then I got mine. I was trying to coax the boys into getting their shots willingly so I offered them a sucker once we got home. Both boys pointed at the other and said that the other one was going first!
I ended up holding J and then my mom held C as they got their shots. This was the first time for them to get a shot in their arms as opposed to their legs.
I am going to take some benadryl now - my arm at the injection site keeps itching and I know if I keep rubbing it, it will start hurting - like now! The nurse told me that I could give the boys tylenol to help them today.
J is eating his McDonald’s pancakes and sausage, with syrup. He has already finished his sucker. C will get his sucker and pancakes with sausage and syrup when he gets home from going with Nana to get her hair cut. I am going to post this and then get me some Raisin Bran for breakfast.
I hope you have a good day, my readers!
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10.8.2007 | 8:49 pm | Everyday Life
I am thrilled that C and J have such active imaginations.
C can quietly play by himself for quite a while. J on the other hand talks non-stop while playing by himself. (J talks non-stop all the rest of the time as well…)
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This morning while the kids were playing, J lay down on the stairs pretending to be hurt. J told C, “Fix me!” C replied, “I can’t. I’m not a doctor. I’m an ambulance driver.”
A few minutes later, J told C, “Fix me!” (from his place lying down on the stairs, still.) C replied, “I can’t. I’m a bad guy.”
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This evening I asked C what he wanted for dinner. “Chocolate” was his response. Didn’t I tell you he had an active imagination!
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10.6.2007 | 6:38 pm | Everyday Life
Not GROW grass - Can you hold out your hand, say “grass, appear!” and CREATE grass? God can.
Earlier today I took C out shopping with me. I needed to get a few miscellaneous items in addition to a girly birthday present for J to take to a birthday party for a girl in his Sunday School class (Bailey).
On the way home, C and I got into a theological discussion about God. C said, “I’ve never seen God make anything.” I pointed out the trees and the clouds in the sky. I also reminded him of what he has learned in Genesis, the first book in the Bible, that in the beginning God created the heavens (sky) and the earth. God was in the beginning and started all that we see on earth. C asked me, “Did it take God a long time?” I told him that according to the Bible, it only took God 6 days to create the trees, plants, animals, planets and everything and on the 7th day God rested. C said, “Sure, that’s not a long time.”
The whole time we were talking, I was praying that the Holy Spirit would talk to C’s sweet heart and make C understand what God wanted C to understand and that my words wouldn’t confuse C. Sometimes when I get nervous I over-talk subjects. I want C to grow to love God as much as I do.
I used as an example the clear cups that C and J brought home from Cubbies a few weeks ago. In the clear cups were dirt and some grass seeds. I have had the cups on the kitchen bar near the sink and almost every evening before I go to bed I sprinkle some water in the cups. I asked C if he could make dirt or make seeds. He responded, “well, no” and I said that “God can.”
When we got home, I showed the cups to C. In them there are just a couple of very small pieces of grass shooting up. It is so neat to see something that simple - dirt, seeds, water - are all things that we cannot make, but that together they can grow grass with a little help from us.
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10.4.2007 | 12:11 pm | Everyday Life
I know people think I’m odd that I have such a fascination with loose teeth. I thought I was alone in this until I read Nan’s blog about pulling her son’s teeth. Read her post entitled, “Today” and “The tooth fairy strikes again.”
Thanks Nan for blogging! I love reading your site!
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