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Post by dmgraham on Nov 18, 2009 20:41:22 GMT -5
I'm sitting at my table with my youngest. He's singing Kryptonite, with headphones on. I sometimes wonder if God gets tickled by our silliness. I know it sure gives me great joy.
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Post by raregem on Nov 18, 2009 23:33:51 GMT -5
A couple of days ago, my two year old fell and hurt her bottom. I kissed her cheeks and she wiped away her tears and cried, "No, Mommy, you have to kiss my butt."
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Post by dmgraham on Nov 18, 2009 23:49:11 GMT -5
raregem, this is a rare gem of a memory. Take a picture in your mind. Or, do like I did and write them in a book.
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Post by raregem on Nov 19, 2009 8:27:57 GMT -5
lol...yeah, the memory is definitely ingrained in my head. Hmmm...writing them in a book? Maybe I'll have to do that.
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Post by dmgraham on Nov 19, 2009 9:23:40 GMT -5
Just think, you and your children will always know the reasons you wrote certain things for your book. It's a way for you to share your writing with them.Unless they're teenagers. Then, blackmail. LOL
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Post by beckyminor on Nov 20, 2009 21:20:43 GMT -5
Okay, I had to throw this in...I went upstairs to tell my 2 year old to go to sleep and to stop hollering, and he said to me, "My brothers beNOThaving!" (Rather than "aren't behaving," if Benjamin's syntax made that too hard to figure out.) I don't know what his brothers were doing in the next room that was so offensive... Funny how little minds try to make language work with what limited vocabulary they have.  |
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Post by dmgraham on Nov 20, 2009 22:16:31 GMT -5
My oldest son explained heartburn as bubbling puke one time. ;D
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Post by Resha Caner on Nov 20, 2009 22:57:20 GMT -5
Time has removed me far enough from babies and toddlers that I can now look back with fondness. I wasn't much of a baby person, so now having 2 boys who play baseball and tear engines apart, etc., is great.
It's fun to watch them grow. My oldest just went to the dentist to have a cavity filled this week. That's not a great thing, but the fact that he willingly sat in the chair and let them do it is a huge accomplishment. When he was in Kindergarten I had to (literally) bear hug him and hold him in the chair so they could administer the "kiddie cocktail" for removing his tonsils.
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Post by waldenwriter on Nov 21, 2009 0:29:37 GMT -5
I don't have kids (not yet anyway) but I volunteered in Sunday School for about 5 years, so I've had my share of moments. The one that sticks out most in my mind is this little 4-year-old girl telling me how she had a boyfriend at preschool. I have always found that funny since at that age they have no idea what a "boyfriend" is.
There were also the kids who really seemed to believe in the imaginary mouse that lived in the teacher's guitar, which would bite the teacher's nose if he got too close. That was pretty funny.
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Post by dmgraham on Nov 21, 2009 0:32:50 GMT -5
When my older boys first began to notice girls, they assumed if they liked them, they were their girlfriend. LOL
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Post by Resha Caner on Nov 21, 2009 0:39:47 GMT -5
Yeah. Girl #1 likes your boy, but he likes girl #2. I didn't miss that, but now I have to relive it anyway.
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Post by dizzyjam on Nov 21, 2009 10:23:01 GMT -5
My wife and I get a kick out of the things that our 3 yr. old son comes up with. Sometime back - I think earlier this year, though it could be at the end of last year - when we would take him to the mall, he got to ride the carousal with my mom or my wife, and sometimes me. There are two malls, and both of them have these and both of them are out of our county and both of them are the same direction on the highway. So the first time (or relative first time) we were heading down that way without an intent to go to any mall, he started talking about "the donkey" and how he was going to "ride the donkey". We eventually figured out through trial and error what it meant, and after a while it got to the point where we had to just go to the mall one day after that day just to make sure he "rode the donkey". Once he did, he was satisfied - - - that time. It's gotten to the point where we hear about it all the time now, although it's not in any demanding way, more conversational. And he's not insistent on it, but he sure gets excited if he thinks he's going to be on the carousal. He's even learned to call it a carousal too even if he still calls it "the donkey". Funny thing - he usually sits on a seat, not a "horse", so I'm really not sure where he got "donkey" from? I have a green swivel chair I'm sitting on now at the desk in the living room. He likes to get on that and call it "the donkey" as well. But nothing gives him a charge as when we're going to the mall and he knows he'll be "riding the donkey" for sure. "riding the donkey" is as common for him to say as "Star Wars" or "Thomas the train". It's just part of his everyday vocabulary. And it's funny.  |
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Post by Resha Caner on Nov 21, 2009 12:36:09 GMT -5
Yeah, dizzy, it's fun to build those connections with your kids that no one else has. Maybe it's a small foretaste of the communion of heaven.
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Post by dmgraham on Nov 21, 2009 12:40:01 GMT -5
The stories I will tell my future sons and daughters-in-law are so juicy. My kids are terrified.  |
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Post by dizzyjam on Nov 21, 2009 13:37:41 GMT -5
dmgraham, what you do is show them your baby pictures as if it's your kids' and get them all into them, and then pull the switch on them. Then your in-laws will be terrified of you too, but for a different reason. |
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