Every good and perfect gift is from above...James 1:17

Sunday, February 28, 2010

Don't Let the Door Hit Ya Where the Good Lord Split Ya

Ezekiel and Daisy were being suspicuiously quiet in The Daisy's room, with the door shut. Naturally my mommy instincts kicked in when I realized how quiet it was. I knocked on the door and opened it a crack. They were actually doing no wrong, just playing together. A perfect moment in time. Daisy promptly put me in my place as she waved at me and announced, "Bye bye, Mommy."

Thursday, February 25, 2010

Hide and Zeke

I was getting ready one morning and the kids were playing in the bathroom with me in the linen closet(they were in the closet, I was not). Zeke opened the door and told me to play hide-and-Zeke with them--me do the counting and them do the hiding. I knew that he knew that I knew where they were hiding, but I played along anyway. I started counting very slowly as I was putting on mascara. When I hit 13 I heard Zeke from inside the closet wonder aloud to Daisy, "How long is she going to count???"

Monday, February 22, 2010

Open Mouth, Insert Foot

So me and my boy are talking in the car. I ask him something about when he gets old. He says, and I quote, "I don't want to be old like you." He quickly tried to save face by adding, "I don't want to grow up. I want to be a boy forever." Mmm hmmm. Nice try; I know a certain little boy who might just go to bed without dinner tonight... :)

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Laugh And The World Laughs With You

...Unless, of course, they are too mortified to laugh. Which is what I think happened yesterday. Ezekiel, Daisy and I were running out of Target because the wind was so cold. I had Daisy in my arms, holding Zeke's hand. Suddenly he went down. But instead of just falling, he tumbled under my feet. Consequently, I went down, too. Unfortunately, as I said before, Daisy was in my arms and I was holding Zeke with the other hand. As I was falling face down, I could see my fall would be cushioned by Daisy, whose head was going to smash into the concrete. Somehow I managed to stop her little head just short of the ground. So there we were, all three of us sprawled out on the ground, both kids bawling. I scraped them up, one under each arm, tears streaming down their cheeks, wails heard by everyone in the parking lot and possibly by some in the store. The nearest lady watching was speechless for a moment. As we were getting in the car she finally mustered, with wide eyes and a horrified voice, "Are you OK?" Looking back on it, I can laugh when I picture us in one big dog pile on the ground. I took one for the team and have some nice raspberries on one palm and elbow where I tried to break the fall, and the knuckles of the other hand that was under Daisy's head. When little Daisy saw them she said, "Hurt. Boo boo. Ouch." No big deal; just another day in the life of a mommy. We mommies are, after all, just shy of super hero status.

Monday, February 15, 2010

Stating the Obvious

When we were getting everyone out of the car (I say this like it's quite a feat because it is), the alarm started honking for some reason. After Abe turned it off, Daisy informed us, "Car. Beep beep."

Thursday, February 11, 2010

SNOW!

I just spent the PERFECT mid-western afternoon with my kids! It has been snowing all day, but not the typical Texas ice-snow. We're talking real, wet, sticky, big-flakey snowflake snow. We played in the snow, had a snowball fight, built a snowman, and made snow angels. Then we made ice cream snow whilst drinking hot chocolate. To top it all off, we have meat and potatoes in the oven for dinner. It doesn't get more mid-west than that, all from the comfort of my Texas home!
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Wednesday, February 10, 2010

The Imagination of a 3 Year Old

Daisy and I were in the bath, and Zekers was too busy running circles around the house (literally) to join us. Finally he stopped by the tub for a moment. I was lying down, but was ready to get out. I told him, "You missed the boat, Daisy and I are done." He said no he didn't, and lickety-split, he was in the tub on top of me. Then he asks, "So you're a boat?"

Wednesday, February 03, 2010

I Plead the 5th

Does it make me a bad mother to say that not only do I not enjoy cutting, gluing, markers and finger paint with a 3.5 year old and 20 month old, but it makes me a bit grouchy? If so, I didn't admit to anything.