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Dear Lindsey, I found a note on my desk from my daughter. It read, “Dear Mom, I borrowed some paper but will give some art.” As the paper was indeed returned in its promised form, I was pleased and impressed … Continue reading
Dear Lindsey,
I love it when my children say random sentences. They are like little gifts of smiles for me
Random Thoughts
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
Dear Lindsey,
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
Dear Lindsey,
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
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Dear Lindsey,
A decade ago, we were excited to have moved into our new home in Grand Blanc, Michigan. Moving from a 40-year-old house to this 2-yr-old Parade of Homes champion was a blessing indeed. The realtor had pointed out the beautiful cathedral ceiling entryway, adorned by a chandelier of “real crystals and 14-karat-gold plating” which matched the sconces on the sidewalls. I had never owned something so “fancy.” A balcony bridge on the second floor was visible just beyond, so upstairs onlookers could see people at the front door, or look down to the Continue reading
My 4-yr-old once prayed, “Jesus, you are such a great guy. Amen.”
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Dear Lindsey,
Ha ha! I remember Dr. Dobson taught that when teaching children verbiage for referring to certain body parts or bodily functions, we should use caution, because it will be screamed across the church pews, or in the middle of the grocery story or at a grandfather’s funeral. With this in mind, we chose carefully how the Brady Brood would be referring to the Read more of this letter
J.R. (6), who is smart as a whip, is just learning phone manners. I try to teach my 
kids to answer our home phone, “Hello, Brady Residence, this is _______,” as I was taught as a child.
He has even memorized my 10-digit phone number. He called me once last week, and it went like this:
Me: “Hello?”
J.R.: “Brady residence, this is J.R. Who is this?”
Me: “This is Mom. You called me, so you don’t say the ‘Brady residence’ part, ok?”
I have been playing the piano for Casey’s school choir one day/week. Since I homeschool the younger three (ages 11, 8 and 6), they are left by themselves- a new thing now that the 14-yr-old goes to school. I guess, because it is new that they are home without Casey, they feel the need to call me. (even when Chris is home!!) Last Monday, my phone had seven missed calls from the “Brady residence” in the one hour I was gone!
So Friday, when I left for a short appointment, I gave more explicit instructions. “I am only going for one hour. Please do not make my phone ring, unless it is your last call before dialing 911.”
I was gone ten minutes when my phone rang.
Me: “Hello?”
J.R.: “Hi Mom, what time is it?”
Me: “3:00”
J.R. “ok, thanks.” click.
I said a quiet prayer, thanking God he hadn’t called 911…yet.
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After bedtime, Casey (3) was at the top of the stairs yelling for me. When I arrived, he said, “Can you please get me the bug swatter thing? There are two bugs: one here [by the gate] and one in your room.” I said , “What were you doing in my room? You’re supposed to be in bed.” His eyes got HUGE as if to wonder how I knew he was in my room. Finally, he answered, “I was looking to see if you had any bugs.”
Dear Lindsey,
When J.R. was 3, I had such an embarrassing night! I invited my pastor’s wife and daughter over for dinner, since our husbands were traveling together. She innocently asked who would like to say the prayer and J.R. was the first with his hand up. His prayer went like this: “Dear God, please make all these people go away so it can just be our family for dinner.” Read more
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