When my oldest was two, I played the saxophone in a praise band for an evening church service of singing. We didn’t practice during the week, which meant we arrived an hour early and worked to be ready. I always Continue reading
At church, the pastor was praying. I guess it was a little longer than my 2-year-old’s attention span, because in the middle of the prayer, Casey began saying, “Amen!” louder and louder, trying to get the pastor to hear it and “obey.” I guess patience was not his innate virtue.
One time in the kitchen, Casey (3) was sitting staring at something really pensively. After a few minutes he spoke: “Something is puzzling me.”
Amused at his choice of words for such a small guy, I asked, “Really? What is puzzling?”
He said, “It means it’s confusing or unclear.”
During my son Casey’s Hot Wheel phase of life, my husband spent a lot of time on the floor, identifying each car and the engine it would have on the road. Casey became an expert! One day while we were out and about, there was a red Camaro in front of us. Casey (age 4) said from the backseat, “Dad! Look at that red Corvette!”
Chris explained, “No, that’s not a Corvette. That one is a Camaro, Casey.”
From the car seat in the back came, “Dad, I know my cars. The red Corvette was above us on the bridge!”
Casey, my oldest, was an especially intelligent toddler. At two, he knew our five-digit address, as well as many of the neighbors’ addresses. Sometimes, his gifted brain Continue reading
My late Aunt Ava Nell (then 80-years-old) was excited to see us visiting in Colorado. She attempted a conversation with my then 2-yr-old, Christine, who was acting shy and sucking her thumb while observing the room.
Aunt Ava: “Christine, what is that in your mouth?”
Christine (after removing her thumb to speak): “Teeth.”
I can still practically hear Aunt Ava Nell’s laugh.
Some time near my son’s first birthday, he had a deadly allergic reaction to his first taste of milk. Welts decorated the quickly swelling skin, changing the proportions of his facial Continue reading
I love it when my children say random sentences. They are like little gifts of smiles for me
from God. These were so random! I mean, picture a child sitting at the kitchen table coloring, and out pops the thought, “God can see your underwear.” So funny! I only wish I had had access to a pen every time, before their funny words slipped my mind. Feel free to share any from your own children in the comments section. Here are some favorites I remember:
- “If you didn’t have lips, you couldn’t say ‘p,’ you could only say, ‘t’.”
- “I think this is when tornadoes like to come out.”
- In a prayer, “Dear God, Sorry I sometimes say ‘yuk’ when the food comes.”
- “Are honeymoons fun?”
- “You have to love everyone. Even the evil-est 80-yr-old lady.”
- “God can see your underwear.”
- “Wouldn’t it be cool if pigs laid eggs?”
- “Why does everyone want to see Old Faithful? Who cares about volcanoes?”
I hope your day is full of smiles! -Terri
Trying to get out the door for travel soccer for my older two has always been a challenge- especially when my younger two were toddlers.
Once on the way out the door, I heard a cry, “Mom, I need your help!” from the upstairs Continue reading
Tuesday (coincidentally the day after I had written you regarding the underwear fire), I left three children for a few hours in the morning, while I went to a friend who was dealing with news of the unexpected loss of her father.
When I returned, a Brady crime scene was underway. Water was pouring out of the light canister in the ceiling of the first floor. I walked past to find the two male culprits Continue reading