When I walked into the bathroom, I was quite shocked at the sight I saw. There was a water gun floating in the toilet. Both my son and daughter were standing nearby.
“What in the world are you doing? Why is the gun in the toilet?”
Zech could sense there was trouble brewing, and quickly put things straight to me, “Ariel did it!”
I turned to her, “Well, why didn’t you pick it up if you knocked it in. That’s so disgusting to leave it there.”
My daughter, who turned 12 recently, very calmly replies to me, “I was filling it up. I made sure that it was clean. Nobody had gone to the bathroom in it.”
I was totally flabbergasted. “Are you serious? Would you want to get shot with a poop gun? We’re going to have to throw it out now.”
This brought tears for Zech as it was his gun he just received last night. I relented and promised to do some serious sterilizing today.
Apparently, my daughter has never thought about the germs floating around in a toilet. It seemed perfectly natural to her to place a water gun into the bowl. What really got to me was the fact they were even resorting to using it. Whatever happened to filling up a water gun at the sink, which sits right next to the toilet?
Showing posts with label Kid's Say the Darndest Things. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Kid's Say the Darndest Things. Show all posts
Saturday, October 5, 2013
Monday, August 12, 2013
Kids Do the Darndest Things
Some styles are not for everybody. We all want to fit in and at times wear things that are unflattering to our bodies because we think it makes us look like part of the "in" crowd. Who gets to decide what's "in" and what's "out"? And why do we let them decide that for us?
I am reminded through my son's actions how young of an age this starts. We all want to belong and be loved. It's the way God made us. Often times we choose the wrong way to get acceptance. We look to man to fill that need, when the answer lies in looking to God.
Layering is in. In fact, I found 7 rules to layering. These are not original to me.
I have two children that care about how an outfit goes together, and one that grabs the top clothing item in the drawer. Zechariah is one that cares. He has noticed the style of his older sister. He wants to fit in. He doesn't realize this style is called layering. He just knows he wants to wear 2 shirts. It makes him cool.
No matter what temperature it is outside, he will walk out of his room with two very warm shirts. He hasn't quite figured out the "rules" and the correct way it's supposed to be done. I love his innocence.
When he walks out in his multi-layered outfits, I have been guilty many times of telling him to change. It's not practical. It's hot outside in the summer, and the extra shirts are going to make him sweat... more. Zech is always highly disappointed when I don't approve his outfit. I'm guilty of the same desire for approval. I can't let him leave the house wearing it. What would people think about me as a mother? That I don't care what my son looks like? Or what if they were thinking I thought he looked good? Ouch. I didn't mean to go this deep on my post.
The story always ends the same. I make him change. I am trying to guide him to what I think looks good. On more than one occasion he has been angry with me for this.
A few weeks ago, Zech called me into the bathroom. He is still learning the basics of clothes and doesn't always get his underwear pulled up straight and flat. When it bunches it leaves red marks cutting into his skin. It's uncomfortable for him, and I am required to help.
I soon found out why I was no longer needing to ask Zech to change his clothes. He was slyly layering his underwear. Zech had four pairs of underwear that day! If only everyone around him knew just how "stylish" he really was.
I am reminded through my son's actions how young of an age this starts. We all want to belong and be loved. It's the way God made us. Often times we choose the wrong way to get acceptance. We look to man to fill that need, when the answer lies in looking to God.
Layering is in. In fact, I found 7 rules to layering. These are not original to me.
Rule #1 - Thinner clothes first
Rule #2 - Define the layer
Rule #3 - Keep it casual
Rule #4 - Always feel comfortable
Rule #5 - Mix in some color
Rule #6 - Layering is practical
Rule #7 - Jacket not required
No matter what temperature it is outside, he will walk out of his room with two very warm shirts. He hasn't quite figured out the "rules" and the correct way it's supposed to be done. I love his innocence.
When he walks out in his multi-layered outfits, I have been guilty many times of telling him to change. It's not practical. It's hot outside in the summer, and the extra shirts are going to make him sweat... more. Zech is always highly disappointed when I don't approve his outfit. I'm guilty of the same desire for approval. I can't let him leave the house wearing it. What would people think about me as a mother? That I don't care what my son looks like? Or what if they were thinking I thought he looked good? Ouch. I didn't mean to go this deep on my post.
The story always ends the same. I make him change. I am trying to guide him to what I think looks good. On more than one occasion he has been angry with me for this.
A few weeks ago, Zech called me into the bathroom. He is still learning the basics of clothes and doesn't always get his underwear pulled up straight and flat. When it bunches it leaves red marks cutting into his skin. It's uncomfortable for him, and I am required to help.
I soon found out why I was no longer needing to ask Zech to change his clothes. He was slyly layering his underwear. Zech had four pairs of underwear that day! If only everyone around him knew just how "stylish" he really was.
Thursday, May 2, 2013
What You Don't Want to Hear
The weather has been beautiful the past few days. Zech and I have been very busy outside going lots of places to enjoy the warmth. We've had a few picnics, we've spent a day at the lake playing in the sand, we've played at the playground; the fun hasn't stopped.
We were having a laid back day with not much going on. We popped some popcorn and put on a movie. As I was sitting next to Zech on the couch, he smiled sweetly at me, and I was expecting his normal words of love. Instead, he reported to me, "You have a big belly."
I choked out, "I do not!"
He gazed back at me with a patronizing look on his face, nodded his head while patting my belly gently, and said, "Yeah. You kinda do in that dress."
"Those who bring SUNSHINE to the lives of others cannot keep it from themselves."
-James Matthew Barrie
We were having a laid back day with not much going on. We popped some popcorn and put on a movie. As I was sitting next to Zech on the couch, he smiled sweetly at me, and I was expecting his normal words of love. Instead, he reported to me, "You have a big belly."
I choked out, "I do not!"
He gazed back at me with a patronizing look on his face, nodded his head while patting my belly gently, and said, "Yeah. You kinda do in that dress."
Wednesday, April 10, 2013
Kids Say the Darndest Things
Zechariah likes to drink chocolate milk. He isn't able to mix it himself, but he sure can drink it. The other day I was making a glass for him, and asked him to put the milk away. His response was disheartening.
"No. I don't want to. I just want to drink my chocolate milk."
"What do you mean you DON'T want to? You afraid of a little work?"
"No. I don't like to work.
This response didn't go over very well with me. I made him do it anyway, and tried to explain that we all have to do work whether or not we really want to, and then I added, "Right, Gabe?"
He was sitting at the table coloring and I knew he would appreciate the conversation.
Gabriel gave me a very exaggerated, "Yes. I have to do SO MUCH work. You're lucky, Zech!"
I found this a bit comical. He was referring to the few chores he does around the house. On Saturday's he cleans the bathrooms, and twice a week he washes the dishes. His room is also supposed to be kept clean. This pretty much is where the work ends for him. I might ask him to take out the garbage or the recycling, but that about covers it.
I couldn't resist emphasizing how easy he has it as a child, and that he should enjoy it while it lasts. When did I turn into my mother?
His acknowledgement was priceless. I will never let my husband forget it.
"Well, at least I'm going to be the husband when I grow up. When you're the mom you have to work like 24 hours a day, every day. And dad works what, like 11 hours? And then he gets to play for the rest of the day!"
"No. I don't want to. I just want to drink my chocolate milk."
"What do you mean you DON'T want to? You afraid of a little work?"
"No. I don't like to work.
This response didn't go over very well with me. I made him do it anyway, and tried to explain that we all have to do work whether or not we really want to, and then I added, "Right, Gabe?"
He was sitting at the table coloring and I knew he would appreciate the conversation.
Gabriel gave me a very exaggerated, "Yes. I have to do SO MUCH work. You're lucky, Zech!"
I found this a bit comical. He was referring to the few chores he does around the house. On Saturday's he cleans the bathrooms, and twice a week he washes the dishes. His room is also supposed to be kept clean. This pretty much is where the work ends for him. I might ask him to take out the garbage or the recycling, but that about covers it.
I couldn't resist emphasizing how easy he has it as a child, and that he should enjoy it while it lasts. When did I turn into my mother?
His acknowledgement was priceless. I will never let my husband forget it.
"Well, at least I'm going to be the husband when I grow up. When you're the mom you have to work like 24 hours a day, every day. And dad works what, like 11 hours? And then he gets to play for the rest of the day!"
Saturday, March 23, 2013
Kids Say the Darndest Things
I think some of the funniest things my kids say comes from watching TV with them. It's like experiencing a whole new world through their eyes.
Our latest series we have immersed the family into, Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman. We've even gone so far as to wear costumes to the showing of it in our living room.
At the close of the show, as Lex Luther got away with killing 3 people, and it was speculated that he probably had killed even more, Gabriel sighed in exasperation. "Aww... it's a hook-off!"
Bewilderment followed, "What?"
"You know, when you're hooked, and then you fall off the hook. A hook-off."
Completely perplexed I asked again, "WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!?!"
He laughs at me, as if I am very uneducated in my vocabulary. He proceeds to give me the definition, "A hook-off is like at the end of a really good chapter, and you want to know what happens, but you have to read more of the book. It's called a hook-off."
"You mean a cliffhanger?"
More giggles follow, "Ohh.. whoops!"
Our latest series we have immersed the family into, Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman. We've even gone so far as to wear costumes to the showing of it in our living room.
At the close of the show, as Lex Luther got away with killing 3 people, and it was speculated that he probably had killed even more, Gabriel sighed in exasperation. "Aww... it's a hook-off!"
Bewilderment followed, "What?"
"You know, when you're hooked, and then you fall off the hook. A hook-off."
Completely perplexed I asked again, "WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!?!"
He laughs at me, as if I am very uneducated in my vocabulary. He proceeds to give me the definition, "A hook-off is like at the end of a really good chapter, and you want to know what happens, but you have to read more of the book. It's called a hook-off."
"You mean a cliffhanger?"
More giggles follow, "Ohh.. whoops!"
Saturday, March 2, 2013
Kids Say the Darndest Things
One of our favorite things to do with our kids on a weeknight is watch old TV shows on DVD. We don't ever watch live TV. It can be a little risky and we don't want to view anything we would be uncomfortable watching. This way, there are no commercial interruptions, and we know ahead of time what we will be getting ourselves into.
Months are spent getting to know all different characters. We have spent years with I Love Lucy, Monk, and Columbo. We have spent time with Zach from Saved by the Bell, and Cory from Boy Meets World. We've enjoyed evenings with Steve Urkel from Family Matters. We have been entertained by lots of different families. But I think my absolute favorite has got to be the Tanner family from Full House.
As we concluded an episode of Full House where DJ Tanner wins tickets on the radio to meet and attend a concert for the Beach Boys, Zech had stars in his eyes. He was deeply impressed by the concert.
He fell back onto the couch, his feet flying high into the air, and exhaled, "I hope someday the Beach Mans can be in our town."
He stopped a second, "Oh wait. I mean the Beach Boys."
I found this exceptionally funny because right now on Full House, Stephanie Tanner is the same age as Zech, and at her first impression of the Beach Boys, she utters the words, "Big Boys."
The name just doesn't make sense to little kids...
Months are spent getting to know all different characters. We have spent years with I Love Lucy, Monk, and Columbo. We have spent time with Zach from Saved by the Bell, and Cory from Boy Meets World. We've enjoyed evenings with Steve Urkel from Family Matters. We have been entertained by lots of different families. But I think my absolute favorite has got to be the Tanner family from Full House.
As we concluded an episode of Full House where DJ Tanner wins tickets on the radio to meet and attend a concert for the Beach Boys, Zech had stars in his eyes. He was deeply impressed by the concert.
He stopped a second, "Oh wait. I mean the Beach Boys."
I found this exceptionally funny because right now on Full House, Stephanie Tanner is the same age as Zech, and at her first impression of the Beach Boys, she utters the words, "Big Boys."
The name just doesn't make sense to little kids...
Friday, January 18, 2013
Birthday Wisdom
Zechariah is having his first sleepover party. Zana is turning 5.
Over and over again he would ask,"Is it time for the party? Did you know Zana is my best friend?"
He was up early before 7am getting dressed so he could go to the party at 7pm in the evening.
Everyone in the family has been affected by his eagerness to go. After school I overheard his big brother passing on some wisdom he had gleaned from years of birthday parties.
Zech, let me tell what you do at a birthday party.
First when you get there, you say thank you for inviting me.
When they give you food, say thank you and eat it, even if you don't like it.
I don't think you're going to do this, but never ever ever throw your cake.
When you leave, make sure to say thank you again and Happy Birthday.
That's all. I think you're going to have fun.
Over and over again he would ask,"Is it time for the party? Did you know Zana is my best friend?"
He was up early before 7am getting dressed so he could go to the party at 7pm in the evening.
Everyone in the family has been affected by his eagerness to go. After school I overheard his big brother passing on some wisdom he had gleaned from years of birthday parties.
Zech, let me tell what you do at a birthday party.
First when you get there, you say thank you for inviting me.
When they give you food, say thank you and eat it, even if you don't like it.
I don't think you're going to do this, but never ever ever throw your cake.
When you leave, make sure to say thank you again and Happy Birthday.
That's all. I think you're going to have fun.
Thursday, January 10, 2013
Kids Say the Darndest Things
This week Zech and I found a really cool Darth Vader mask at Goodwill. Zech has been obsessed with Star Wars for the past couple of weeks. If he gets to choose a movie, he wants to watch one of the original Star Wars. It must have Darth Vader.
As we were checking out at the register, Zech was pretty excited about his mask. He told the lady, "Do you know somebody is actually called Darth Vader?"
She smiled at him.
"Even it's on a Star Worlds movie. I even have a game of it."
She seemed impressed.
"It was a Darth Vader mask!" He said with a somber tone.
"Ohhh... He's the bad guy, right?" she questioned.
Zech corrected her, "Actually, no. He's really not. He's just the father."
As we were checking out at the register, Zech was pretty excited about his mask. He told the lady, "Do you know somebody is actually called Darth Vader?"
She smiled at him.
"Even it's on a Star Worlds movie. I even have a game of it."
She seemed impressed.
"It was a Darth Vader mask!" He said with a somber tone.
"Ohhh... He's the bad guy, right?" she questioned.
Zech corrected her, "Actually, no. He's really not. He's just the father."
Wednesday, December 12, 2012
Kids Say the Darndest Things
Lately Zech and I have been doing a lot of Christmas shopping in our free time. There are so many people I want to buy for.
This morning we were making a quick trip to Lifeway. I was looking for a specific book I wanted to give someone, but unfortunately they didn't have it anymore.
I told Zech it was time to leave. They didn't have the book I wanted.
He seemed rather confused. "We don't have to pay to get out today?"
Such a silly boy! Apparently, I never leave Lifeway without purchasing something...
This morning we were making a quick trip to Lifeway. I was looking for a specific book I wanted to give someone, but unfortunately they didn't have it anymore.
I told Zech it was time to leave. They didn't have the book I wanted.
He seemed rather confused. "We don't have to pay to get out today?"
Such a silly boy! Apparently, I never leave Lifeway without purchasing something...
Sunday, November 4, 2012
Kids Say the Darndest Things
When I was growing up I never went trick-or-treating. We always had a fall party instead. We would get candy and caramel popcorn, apples and dip, and watch movies all night. The tradition has stuck with me into my adulthood.
Now that I have my own kids we still don't celebrate Halloween. We have a fall party, eat special foods, and watch movies together snuggling under a big blanket. It's fun family time.
During this season, we are in the minority. For the past couple weeks, my youngest has been asked over and over again, "What are you going to be for Halloween?"
At first he had no idea what they were talking about. But after having the same conversation many different times, he would answer, "Nothin."
That was always acknowledged with great confusion. It seemed foreign to many people that we wouldn't be dressing up for Halloween. They would often look to me the parent, and ask, "What is he going to be?"
I always very politely responded, "We don't celebrate Halloween." The conversation would quickly be dropped, some would even apologize afraid they had offended me by asking.
I have never been offended by the question. They were giving my child special attention, and I've always appreciated their courtesy.
On Halloween, we were waiting in line for lunch at Chipotle when a gentleman asked both my boys in excitement, "What are you going to be for Halloween today?"
My oldest responded with the most pleasant voice, "We don't celebrate."
My youngest, however, got a little attitude to him and with both hands on his hips, in a loud somewhat arrogant voice, "Yeah! We don't DECORATE!!"
If I wasn't so humiliated by his rudeness, I might have laughed out loud.
Now that I have my own kids we still don't celebrate Halloween. We have a fall party, eat special foods, and watch movies together snuggling under a big blanket. It's fun family time.
During this season, we are in the minority. For the past couple weeks, my youngest has been asked over and over again, "What are you going to be for Halloween?"
At first he had no idea what they were talking about. But after having the same conversation many different times, he would answer, "Nothin."
That was always acknowledged with great confusion. It seemed foreign to many people that we wouldn't be dressing up for Halloween. They would often look to me the parent, and ask, "What is he going to be?"
I always very politely responded, "We don't celebrate Halloween." The conversation would quickly be dropped, some would even apologize afraid they had offended me by asking.
I have never been offended by the question. They were giving my child special attention, and I've always appreciated their courtesy.
On Halloween, we were waiting in line for lunch at Chipotle when a gentleman asked both my boys in excitement, "What are you going to be for Halloween today?"
My oldest responded with the most pleasant voice, "We don't celebrate."
My youngest, however, got a little attitude to him and with both hands on his hips, in a loud somewhat arrogant voice, "Yeah! We don't DECORATE!!"
If I wasn't so humiliated by his rudeness, I might have laughed out loud.
Monday, October 15, 2012
Spaghetti
As you probably know, every morning before we leave for school we pray together. The kids each have a prayer journal they first write the prayer in. After everyone's finished writing, about 10 minutes later, we take turns reading our prayers.
Zech's journal is full of prayers in the nontraditional sense. He draws a picture while everyone else is writing. He does still say a prayer with us. I have been enjoying hearing his communication with God so much. It used to be that he would copy the older kids. Their prayer would be his prayer.
Last year all of Ariel and Gabe's prayers would end with, "Help everyone to have an A-W-E-S-O-M-E day." Zech would try to copy saying, "Help everyone to have A-S-C-M-O day." Every day the letters would change.
This year, Zech has started his own relationship with Jesus. He doesn't borrow words from others. The thoughts come straight from his heart. This morning I had to smile at the prayer he prayed.
"Lord, help it not be a Monday today. Because I HATE Mondays cause it's 'sghetti' day. So please help it not be a Monday. And please do it forever. Amen."
There was a look of smug satisfaction that crossed over his face as he uttered the word amen. It was as if he knew something I didn't. He believed with all his heart his prayer would be answered.
I'm sure there are a lot of people out there that would like to share Zech's prayer, although I'm sure for a different sentiment. Zech does not share me and my husband's passion for spaghetti. We love it, and love Monday's because of it!
"This is the day the Lord has made. Let’s rejoice and be glad today!" Psalm 118:24
Zech's journal is full of prayers in the nontraditional sense. He draws a picture while everyone else is writing. He does still say a prayer with us. I have been enjoying hearing his communication with God so much. It used to be that he would copy the older kids. Their prayer would be his prayer.
Last year all of Ariel and Gabe's prayers would end with, "Help everyone to have an A-W-E-S-O-M-E day." Zech would try to copy saying, "Help everyone to have A-S-C-M-O day." Every day the letters would change.
This year, Zech has started his own relationship with Jesus. He doesn't borrow words from others. The thoughts come straight from his heart. This morning I had to smile at the prayer he prayed.
"Lord, help it not be a Monday today. Because I HATE Mondays cause it's 'sghetti' day. So please help it not be a Monday. And please do it forever. Amen."
There was a look of smug satisfaction that crossed over his face as he uttered the word amen. It was as if he knew something I didn't. He believed with all his heart his prayer would be answered.
I'm sure there are a lot of people out there that would like to share Zech's prayer, although I'm sure for a different sentiment. Zech does not share me and my husband's passion for spaghetti. We love it, and love Monday's because of it!
"This is the day the Lord has made. Let’s rejoice and be glad today!" Psalm 118:24
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
Kids Say the Darndest Things
I called Zech into the room to do his job. Every time he winds the cord on the vacuum cleaner he receives ten cents. We have a chart on the fridge that he keeps track of it on. On the first and third Saturday, it’s pay day.
As Zech was doing his job this morning, he told me I should have a chart on the fridge to keep track of my jobs. “Every time you do a job, Mommy, you should write it down on the fridge. Then you could get money. Lots of money!”
I'm glad to see he appreciates how much work I do around the house. I was curious where he thought the money would be coming from, so I asked him.
His smart reply, “The money man gives it to you."
"Oh yeah? Who's the 'money man'?"
"You know where Ariel’s school is; you drive past there and get your money from the money man. He lives there. He will give you stacks of money.”
My bank is nowhere near my daughter’s middle school, so I have no idea who this “money man” is, but I really want to meet him!
As Zech was doing his job this morning, he told me I should have a chart on the fridge to keep track of my jobs. “Every time you do a job, Mommy, you should write it down on the fridge. Then you could get money. Lots of money!”
I'm glad to see he appreciates how much work I do around the house. I was curious where he thought the money would be coming from, so I asked him.
His smart reply, “The money man gives it to you."
"Oh yeah? Who's the 'money man'?"
"You know where Ariel’s school is; you drive past there and get your money from the money man. He lives there. He will give you stacks of money.”
My bank is nowhere near my daughter’s middle school, so I have no idea who this “money man” is, but I really want to meet him!
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
Kids Say the Darndest Things
We were discussing our plans for the evening around the dinner table. It's a Wednesday, so we will be in church. I told my boys in an energetic voice, "I get to teach Club 2190 tonight. I'm excited."
Zech didn't seem to know what I was talking about, so I explained to him, "I am Gabe's teacher tonight."
The response was upsetting. Zech looks over at Gabe and says, "Sorry, Gabe. You don't get your real teacher tonight. You just get mommy."
I was amused with Gabe's rebuttal. "Mom knows how to handle all the kids and get them to listen to her. She talks in an angry voice."
I feel so misunderstood...
Zech didn't seem to know what I was talking about, so I explained to him, "I am Gabe's teacher tonight."
The response was upsetting. Zech looks over at Gabe and says, "Sorry, Gabe. You don't get your real teacher tonight. You just get mommy."
I was amused with Gabe's rebuttal. "Mom knows how to handle all the kids and get them to listen to her. She talks in an angry voice."
I feel so misunderstood...
Thursday, August 16, 2012
Kids Do the Darndest Things
Don't you just love to watch your kids grow up? It is such an adventure. My heart aches at how much I love these three children God blessed me with.
Zechariah made a cup of tea for the first time!
He didn't end up drinking it because he said it tasted like bird seed...
He didn't end up drinking it because he said it tasted like bird seed...
Sunday, July 29, 2012
Kids Think the Darndest Things
Right now my boys are obsessed with the Home Alone movies. They love to see the traps set and the bad guys walk into them.
As we were watching the movie Gabe asked me, "I wonder what Kevin really looks like?"
I was a little confused. "What do you mean? He looks just like that."
"No. I mean the guy who plays him. I wonder what he really looks like?"
"You mean now that he's an adult?"
A shocked Gabriel, "What? You mean he was really just a kid in the movie?"
After much debate back and forth, it came to my attention that Gabriel has never understood that children could have a job as actors and actresses. Whenever he saw a kid in a movie, he thought there was a grownup inside pretending to be little.
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Lately I’ve been noticing that Zechariah says a lot of words incorrectly and I’ve been trying to teach the correct pronunciation. I don’t know if he’s having trouble hearing it, or if he just got so used to saying the words in a babyish way that he doesn’t realize it’s incorrect.
One that we have a constant struggle with is “computer”. He calls it the “pooter”. This is very difficult for him. I normally take it very slowly, and make him repeat every syllable. “It’s com-pU-ter.” With help, I can get him to say “com-pooter.” He still has difficulty with the U in computer.
This morning I was awoken by a very early riser. Zechariah has been getting up with his father, and he was ready to play. “Mommy, can I play on the com-laptop?”
As we were watching the movie Gabe asked me, "I wonder what Kevin really looks like?"
I was a little confused. "What do you mean? He looks just like that."
"No. I mean the guy who plays him. I wonder what he really looks like?"
"You mean now that he's an adult?"
A shocked Gabriel, "What? You mean he was really just a kid in the movie?"
After much debate back and forth, it came to my attention that Gabriel has never understood that children could have a job as actors and actresses. Whenever he saw a kid in a movie, he thought there was a grownup inside pretending to be little.
Lately I’ve been noticing that Zechariah says a lot of words incorrectly and I’ve been trying to teach the correct pronunciation. I don’t know if he’s having trouble hearing it, or if he just got so used to saying the words in a babyish way that he doesn’t realize it’s incorrect.
One that we have a constant struggle with is “computer”. He calls it the “pooter”. This is very difficult for him. I normally take it very slowly, and make him repeat every syllable. “It’s com-pU-ter.” With help, I can get him to say “com-pooter.” He still has difficulty with the U in computer.
This morning I was awoken by a very early riser. Zechariah has been getting up with his father, and he was ready to play. “Mommy, can I play on the com-laptop?”
Friday, July 20, 2012
Kids Say The Darndest Things
I noticed Gabriel was working especially hard at our morning chores, and I felt like I should give him a little encouragement and thanks.
"You sure are working hard today cleaning up the house!"
His response, "I wanted to know what it would feel like to be appreciated and not useless."
"What? Have I ever told you that you were useless?"
"No. But I don't ever do anything, so I am pretty much useless. It feels good to be appreciated."
How right he is... about it feeling good to be appreciated!
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As we were leaving for church one morning, I noticed Gabriel had his shorts on backwards. I discretely pulled him aside, and told him he may want to visit our bathroom before we leave to fix the problem.
To which he replied, "Mom, we're going to church," As if that was supposed to answer the problem.
"The church doesn't look at the outward appearance, so I'll be fine. Nobody will laugh at me there."
If only that were always true...
“Don’t judge by his appearance or height, for I have rejected him. The Lord doesn’t see things the way you see them. People judge by outward appearance, but the Lord looks at the heart.”
1 Samuel 16:7
"You sure are working hard today cleaning up the house!"
His response, "I wanted to know what it would feel like to be appreciated and not useless."
"What? Have I ever told you that you were useless?"
"No. But I don't ever do anything, so I am pretty much useless. It feels good to be appreciated."
How right he is... about it feeling good to be appreciated!
As we were leaving for church one morning, I noticed Gabriel had his shorts on backwards. I discretely pulled him aside, and told him he may want to visit our bathroom before we leave to fix the problem.
To which he replied, "Mom, we're going to church," As if that was supposed to answer the problem.
"The church doesn't look at the outward appearance, so I'll be fine. Nobody will laugh at me there."
If only that were always true...
“Don’t judge by his appearance or height, for I have rejected him. The Lord doesn’t see things the way you see them. People judge by outward appearance, but the Lord looks at the heart.”
1 Samuel 16:7
Friday, July 6, 2012
Kids Say the Darndest Things
As we were driving away from Wheatstate Camp, I texted my husband to let him know I was finally on my way home. One week can feel like a really long time when you're apart from your family. In truth, when I was gone the only time I remembered my husband and son that were left behind was during my one hour of free time. You are kept so busy. This is a good thing!
Titus told Zech, "Mommy's coming home today!"
"Mommy's coming home on this day?"
"Yeah, just a little bit after lunch."
"Oh yay, I missed her."
"I missed her too."
Zech thought about it and laughed, "We both missed her."
My first moments with Zechariah didn't go exactly as I had planned. He seemed mad at me and would hardly say anything except a quick, "I missed you." I get that from him every time I leave so I was hoping for something a little more heartfelt.
When it was getting close to bedtime, I finally got the response I needed. He was snuggled up to me in my bed. I told him he had until his dad came in the room, and then he would need to run to his own bed.
As we lay there together, he gave me a kiss on the cheek, put his arm around me, and said, "I thought you were gonna be gone forever. And number 2, I knew you were gonna come back."
I thought that was so sweet. It was like he knew in his head I would be back, but his heart was telling him something totally different.
Still snuggled together, I told him, "I missed being your mommy this week."
"Yeah, grandma was my mommy this week."
"Was she a good mommy?"
He didn't ponder this question for very long at all, "No. She said mean words to me."
"What did she say?" I was a little surprised at this.
"She said, 'you can't move there.' Then I didn't get to play the game."
You have to understand that Zechariah lives to play the game Trouble. I play this with him every single day, sometimes 2 or 3 games of it. He will even choose to play by himself. All you have to do is pick the color, and he will move all the pieces and roll the die for you. He's obsessed!
I guess when I was gone, he tried to play the game once with Grandma, and he was less than honest in the moving of his pieces. She told him he couldn't do it, and he was mad! So mad, in fact, that he threw a chair over. Needless to say, he didn't finish that game with her.
I had a good laugh about Grandma's mean words!
While we were snuggling some more together, he asked me if he could go to my class.
"My class?"
"Yeah, I like your class. Member, I went before?"
"Oh, you mean at church." About a month ago we used our class as a punishment for Zechariah. We thought he would be so bored by sitting with us in "big church" that he would be more than willing to obey so he could attend his own class. It didn't work. He liked the extra attention of sitting between mom and dad.
"You're my best friend. Am I your friend?" asked Zechariah.
"Yeah, we're friends."
"We are best friends. I want to go to your class and sit with my wife."
This got a laugh out of me, "You want to sit with who?
"My wife."
I had to ask again, "Who?"
"I want to sit with my wife. You are my wife because we're best friends."
After a wonderful week of camp, I was more than happy to come home to my best friends, Zechariah and Titus. God has blessed my life, and filled my cup to overflowing.
Titus told Zech, "Mommy's coming home today!"
"Mommy's coming home on this day?"
"Yeah, just a little bit after lunch."
"Oh yay, I missed her."
"I missed her too."
Zech thought about it and laughed, "We both missed her."
My first moments with Zechariah didn't go exactly as I had planned. He seemed mad at me and would hardly say anything except a quick, "I missed you." I get that from him every time I leave so I was hoping for something a little more heartfelt.
When it was getting close to bedtime, I finally got the response I needed. He was snuggled up to me in my bed. I told him he had until his dad came in the room, and then he would need to run to his own bed.
As we lay there together, he gave me a kiss on the cheek, put his arm around me, and said, "I thought you were gonna be gone forever. And number 2, I knew you were gonna come back."
I thought that was so sweet. It was like he knew in his head I would be back, but his heart was telling him something totally different.
Still snuggled together, I told him, "I missed being your mommy this week."
"Yeah, grandma was my mommy this week."
"Was she a good mommy?"
He didn't ponder this question for very long at all, "No. She said mean words to me."
"What did she say?" I was a little surprised at this.
"She said, 'you can't move there.' Then I didn't get to play the game."
You have to understand that Zechariah lives to play the game Trouble. I play this with him every single day, sometimes 2 or 3 games of it. He will even choose to play by himself. All you have to do is pick the color, and he will move all the pieces and roll the die for you. He's obsessed!
I guess when I was gone, he tried to play the game once with Grandma, and he was less than honest in the moving of his pieces. She told him he couldn't do it, and he was mad! So mad, in fact, that he threw a chair over. Needless to say, he didn't finish that game with her.
I had a good laugh about Grandma's mean words!
While we were snuggling some more together, he asked me if he could go to my class.
"My class?"
"Yeah, I like your class. Member, I went before?"
"Oh, you mean at church." About a month ago we used our class as a punishment for Zechariah. We thought he would be so bored by sitting with us in "big church" that he would be more than willing to obey so he could attend his own class. It didn't work. He liked the extra attention of sitting between mom and dad.
"You're my best friend. Am I your friend?" asked Zechariah.
"Yeah, we're friends."
"We are best friends. I want to go to your class and sit with my wife."
This got a laugh out of me, "You want to sit with who?
"My wife."
I had to ask again, "Who?"
"I want to sit with my wife. You are my wife because we're best friends."
After a wonderful week of camp, I was more than happy to come home to my best friends, Zechariah and Titus. God has blessed my life, and filled my cup to overflowing.
Thursday, June 28, 2012
Kids Say the Darndest Things
I was on my way out the door to my book study I'm doing with some friends, when Zechariah stopped me.
"Mommy, I wanna go with you."
"Aww... honey, you can't. I'm going out for coffee with my friends." I figured this would settle things.
"We'll, I'm your friend, Mommy. Member?" He asked with a question, his eyes pleading with me to take him along.
What do you say to that?
I explained to him, "Tonight, Daddy really needs you to be his friend." That seemed to settle it for him. He was happy to stay home.
"Mommy, I wanna go with you."
"Aww... honey, you can't. I'm going out for coffee with my friends." I figured this would settle things.
"We'll, I'm your friend, Mommy. Member?" He asked with a question, his eyes pleading with me to take him along.
What do you say to that?
I explained to him, "Tonight, Daddy really needs you to be his friend." That seemed to settle it for him. He was happy to stay home.
Thursday, June 14, 2012
Kids Say the Darndest Things
Recently we were visiting the fabric store waiting in a long line to pay. I was sewing Zech a dinosaur blanket, and this was the second store we had been to. We found an awesome red scaly fabric at the first store, but they didn't have enough. They sent me to the fabric store that was across town. We finally had our fabric and Zechariah was getting impatient. Very loudly, for all to hear, he says, “Mom, let’s just steal it this time.”
This, of course, brought the attention of everyone. Embarrassed, I replied back loudly, “NO. We’re not gonna steal it. We don’t do that.” I nervously laughed. To be honest this isn't the first time I've been embarrassed over his desire to steal.
He said it again, even more loudly, “Mommy, I don’t want to wait this time. Let’s just steal my dinosaur blanket!”
I don't steal, and I certainly have never taught my son to steal. At this time I was starting to get looks from everyone around me. For some reason this was one of those times where they believe the kid, over the mom. I felt like I was losing an impossible battle for my reputation. No matter how many times I refuted him, everyone seemed to doubt me. I could tell they thought I had taught my son to steal, and he was ratting me out. Until the bitter end, he argued back at me, telling all that we were thieves.
No matter how bad it looks, don't be quick to pass judgment on a fellow parent. You just never know...
This, of course, brought the attention of everyone. Embarrassed, I replied back loudly, “NO. We’re not gonna steal it. We don’t do that.” I nervously laughed. To be honest this isn't the first time I've been embarrassed over his desire to steal.
He said it again, even more loudly, “Mommy, I don’t want to wait this time. Let’s just steal my dinosaur blanket!”
I don't steal, and I certainly have never taught my son to steal. At this time I was starting to get looks from everyone around me. For some reason this was one of those times where they believe the kid, over the mom. I felt like I was losing an impossible battle for my reputation. No matter how many times I refuted him, everyone seemed to doubt me. I could tell they thought I had taught my son to steal, and he was ratting me out. Until the bitter end, he argued back at me, telling all that we were thieves.
No matter how bad it looks, don't be quick to pass judgment on a fellow parent. You just never know...
Friday, June 1, 2012
Kids Say the Darndest Things
As we were driving home from grocery shopping I noticed a young girl next to me slowing down and I couldn't figure out why since there was no stop signs or stop lights. While we passed her, I saw that she was texting and driving.
I am quite a safety freak when it comes to cars. I obey every rule, I keep my kids in car seats and booster seats much longer than the "legal age." I'm very careful. I wasn't very good at hiding my disgust from my children. I feel that texting while driving is extremely dangerous and I don't appreciate that they are endangering the lives around them. Nothing is that important.
Ariel asked me, "Isn't it illegal to text and drive at the same time."
"Yes. It is!" I replied.
My son who takes after me and tends to be a little overly critical and judgmental, says to me, "Let's turn her over to the police! Get her breastplate!"
I am quite a safety freak when it comes to cars. I obey every rule, I keep my kids in car seats and booster seats much longer than the "legal age." I'm very careful. I wasn't very good at hiding my disgust from my children. I feel that texting while driving is extremely dangerous and I don't appreciate that they are endangering the lives around them. Nothing is that important.
Ariel asked me, "Isn't it illegal to text and drive at the same time."
"Yes. It is!" I replied.
My son who takes after me and tends to be a little overly critical and judgmental, says to me, "Let's turn her over to the police! Get her breastplate!"
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