So are the days....

Oh, the blog has once again fallen by the wayside to family time and work commitments and summer days and reading books and enjoying the porch swing and exercising and facebook.....
and so is life for now.

But I can't go another week without joining in Tiny Talk Tuesday. So many of the kid's antics I forget, but here are some recent gems that keep me smiling.


Rebekah scared the wits out of me the other day when she pulled back the shower curtain and shined a flashlight in my face.

"Rebekah, WHAT are you doing?"

"Mommy, I know that light and rain make a rainbow. I want to make your shower full of rainbows because I love you."



Elizabeth came home reporting that our neighbor dog, Jack, jumped on her back. I overheard this conversation.
Lydia (12): Betsy, I think Jack was trying to mate with you.

Elizabeth (9): What does 'mate' mean?

Lydia: It means that Jack wants to marry you.

Elizabeth: But Jack's already married to the other neighbor's dog.

Lydia: Oh.



John was using his fork as a catapult for peas at the dinner table.

Hannah: John stop using your fork as a first class lever!

(You can only imagine how that made Sean smile:)

They crack me up!

What ever will they come up with next?

Betsy recently asked to wear her glasses again stating the problem as she sees it:

"Mom, I know I need glasses now. Whenever I close my one eye then open it and close my other eye, everything moves just a little bit. Just a tiny little bit."


Joseph inquired for no apparent reason:

"Dad, can a person be allergic to money?"


We went to the Henry Ford Museum where the interpreter told us a story about how Ford disliked cleaning the chicken coup so much as a child that he refused to eat chicken for the entirety of his life to which my children responded:

"That doesn't make sense, because if he would eat the chickens then there would be nothing to clean up after!"


Reviewing a sermon we heard on marriage in the van I asked the kids to each tell me one thing they heard or learned.

Joseph: "If you are married than you are perfect."

Me: "Nope, quite the opposite. Try again."

Joseph: "No one or no thing should replace God in your heart."

Those are words to live by.


And finally because we think just about everything is funny- here's a video I found that the kids had taken themselves.




This post can be found at Tiny Talk Tuesday along with lots of other reasons to smile:)

Dreams

The remnants of hurricane traveled all the way to Indiana and made for some pretty interesting weather Sunday afternoon. High winds caused several trees to be broken at the base. Our neighbor's tree nearly hit their front door. Going over to assess the damage, Joseph was full of ideas for our neighbor's use of the wood:

"I know. Could you cut the wood? Cut it really skinny and then make it smooth. Then I could make a skateboard with the wood. Could you do that for me? Oh, PLEASE...."

"Or you could play hide and seek in the tree. Hide in the branches and leaves."

"Maybe you could climb the tree and not fall down."

That mind never stops turning.


Rebekah (3) came to our bed early this morning with this tale.

Mommy. I want you. I tad a tad dream.

What happened?

A worm. Two worms. (Holds up 2 cute fingers.) Big worms uptairs. Daddy dead one.

Where did the other one go?

Daddy dead the green one. The white one in baby John's bed. I scared.

Hop on over to Mary's to read what other kids are saying and get ready to smile.

That's my boy

Today I took Joseph and John for haircuts. They were looking a bit woolly around the ears and it is so very hot that I was feeling sorry for them. We went around the corner to a Sports Cut type place. It's basically fast, cheap haircuts for guys. There was an old lady there getting a perm which I thought was interesting.

While waiting for our turn, Joseph was squirming around in his chair pretending that it was a pummel horse or something and asking to do somersaults. The older gentleman next to me asked me if he was in gymnastics. Of course, his is not. Before the man left he asked for Joseph's signature because "someday he's going to be in the Olympics". From that moment on the boy could talk of nothing else.

The waiting area filled up with men who were doing all they could to make no eye contact. But they were all listening to Joseph speaking ever so loudly to the beautician. Joseph is a talker. He has no agenda, he has no intentions, he is just likes to engage people whenever he can. And of course, the hairstylist is a captive audience. After hopping from subject to subject and continually asking for her age, he came to this topic:

"I'm going to be in the Olympics when I'm nine. It's not for four years so then I'll be nine."

"That's good. Then you'll have time to train."

"But I'm already trained. I'm potty trained. Baby John is not potty trained. He poops in his diaper every day."

The group of men couldn't contain themselves. They were snickering and snorting at this point.

As we were leaving he asked the lady, "Do you think I'm funny? My mom and dad think I'm funny. They sometimes listen to me talk and laugh- but just a little bit."

Profound utterances

After returning from a weekend away (which I can't wait to write about) Joseph prays:

"Dear Lord, (looking around as if for permission to talk) help mommy to now be the watcher of the kids."




Joseph (4) to Rebekah (3):

Becca, do you believe in God?

Yes.

Do you trust God?

No.

Mom, Rebekah says he doesn't trust God.

Well tell her why she should.

Rebekah you need to trust in God. He will help you be strong. If you don't you'll get spanked.

Oh.

(I promise that we don't discipline our children for lack of faith:)


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