"You know, Sethie," I informed my little thumb-sucker, "you are getting to be a big boy."
"Yes," he agreed, "I big."
"But soon you are going to be too big to suck your little thumb."
He pondered this. "I not big," he assured me. "I yittle."
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Saturday, December 6, 2008
Dancing before the Lord
Lots of the things that happen at our house simply can't be put into words. They are unspeakably funny. I have tried to upload videos, but they won't work, for some reason. So I am left with the option of lame descriptions. Such must be the frustration of the angels, in wishing somehow they could describe to us the glories beyond...
But anyway...here I am trying to describe something more earthly. Last night, for example, the boys were delighted to have Daddy home from Florida, and were of course smothering him. This meant his eating supper with one boy pressed against each elbow, a process that got progressively more annoying, at least for me, with a kid between our two elbows. And a singing one at that. Skyler was filling the room with joy with the newest addition to his song vocabulary. "Gowy to God, highest!" he crowed. (This to the delight of all of our guests, of course.) "Gowy to God, highest!"
"Skyler," I suggested finally, "why don't you go sing and dance in the living room?"
This idea was evidently very appealing. He scrambled down from his perch and skittered into the living room, where he stood with his back to us. He pondered, bracing himself for the great event. (For all the world he reminded me of Pastor Doug preparing to do his back flip on stage on live camera.) Then he lifted his right foot and did a little leap in the air, during which his left foot also briefly left the floor, coming down immediately after the right one. His hands also flew up in the air in an Irish jig sort of fling.
He spun around, flushed with triumph. The cheers and laughter egged him on (I know, we just can't help it), so he responded eagerly to my request for more "dancing." Again he turned his back, paused in concentration, and did his little leap--right foot, left foot, in less time than it takes to read it. Over and over he "danced" for us, which probably was quite an aerobic workout, considering the effort it took to get those fat little legs off the ground!
It was unbearably hilarious.
But anyway...here I am trying to describe something more earthly. Last night, for example, the boys were delighted to have Daddy home from Florida, and were of course smothering him. This meant his eating supper with one boy pressed against each elbow, a process that got progressively more annoying, at least for me, with a kid between our two elbows. And a singing one at that. Skyler was filling the room with joy with the newest addition to his song vocabulary. "Gowy to God, highest!" he crowed. (This to the delight of all of our guests, of course.) "Gowy to God, highest!"
"Skyler," I suggested finally, "why don't you go sing and dance in the living room?"
This idea was evidently very appealing. He scrambled down from his perch and skittered into the living room, where he stood with his back to us. He pondered, bracing himself for the great event. (For all the world he reminded me of Pastor Doug preparing to do his back flip on stage on live camera.) Then he lifted his right foot and did a little leap in the air, during which his left foot also briefly left the floor, coming down immediately after the right one. His hands also flew up in the air in an Irish jig sort of fling.
He spun around, flushed with triumph. The cheers and laughter egged him on (I know, we just can't help it), so he responded eagerly to my request for more "dancing." Again he turned his back, paused in concentration, and did his little leap--right foot, left foot, in less time than it takes to read it. Over and over he "danced" for us, which probably was quite an aerobic workout, considering the effort it took to get those fat little legs off the ground!
It was unbearably hilarious.
New holiday proclaimed
One morning this week while Alan was gone to Florida, I let Anaya and Seth snuggle into our bed with me and chatter away. (Not like I could stop the chatter.) Cuddling in our big bed must have reminded Anaya of when Alan brought me breakfast in bed on Mother's Day.
"Mommy," she announced, "today is Children's Day." She giggled in glee. "You know what that is? That means that you have to get up and make breakfast for Sethie and me, and bring it to us here in your bed."
"Mommy," she announced, "today is Children's Day." She giggled in glee. "You know what that is? That means that you have to get up and make breakfast for Sethie and me, and bring it to us here in your bed."
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Erflings
While Seth is his own little person, he clearly is influenced by his sister sometimes. Today he peered inside a box and his eyes lit up as he pulled out a balloon.
"Mommy, wook!" he shrieked. "A bawoon! My FAV-it thing on the ERF!"
"Mommy, wook!" he shrieked. "A bawoon! My FAV-it thing on the ERF!"
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Some things exegetical Bible study doesn't tell you...
Anaya came up with a great question this morning while watching a Bible DVD about the life of Daniel. "Did they have trash cans back in those days?"
"Well, I guess they probably did." I wondered what on earth that had to do with being condemned to the lions' den.
"Good. Then they could throw that law in the trash can."
"Well, I guess they probably did." I wondered what on earth that had to do with being condemned to the lions' den.
"Good. Then they could throw that law in the trash can."
Monday, November 24, 2008
"Before children can reason, they should be taught to obey..."
Even though Skyler is nearly two, to his credit, he doesn't seem to have hit the terrible twos yet. He loves to obey--sometimes.
Take, for example, the other day when the three kids were in the bathtub. I heard Skyler squealing protests and came in to find Seth pouring water over him. "Hey, quit that!" I ordered. "Say, 'Sorry, Skyler!'"
"Sowy, Skyer," cheerfully repeated...Skyler.
Take, for example, the other day when the three kids were in the bathtub. I heard Skyler squealing protests and came in to find Seth pouring water over him. "Hey, quit that!" I ordered. "Say, 'Sorry, Skyler!'"
"Sowy, Skyer," cheerfully repeated...Skyler.
Un-bear-able humor
Last month when I ordered from a co-op, instead of ordering honey in bulk, I mistakenly ordered a box of honey bears. (For those of you who don't know, those are little plastic squeezable bears full of honey.) After running out of my bulk honey, this morning I was forced to start opening honey bears and emptying them into my morning's batch of bread.
One bear was getting close to the end, but not wanting to waste any honey (bees work hard for every drop of this stuff, right?), I was squeezing out all I could. Well, if you've ever squeezed a nearly-empty honey bear, you know that it makes a telltale noise. One that could sound somewhat impolite.
At first I didn't understand what Skyler was saying when he scurried up to me jabbering. Then I picked up that he got more excited every time I squeezed the bear. "'Scu' me! 'Scu' me!"
I laughed. "No, Skyler, you don't need to say 'excuse me' every time you hear that." I kept squeezing the bear, and Skyler became indignant.
"'Scu' me!" he shouted. "MOMMY 'scu' me!"
One bear was getting close to the end, but not wanting to waste any honey (bees work hard for every drop of this stuff, right?), I was squeezing out all I could. Well, if you've ever squeezed a nearly-empty honey bear, you know that it makes a telltale noise. One that could sound somewhat impolite.
At first I didn't understand what Skyler was saying when he scurried up to me jabbering. Then I picked up that he got more excited every time I squeezed the bear. "'Scu' me! 'Scu' me!"
I laughed. "No, Skyler, you don't need to say 'excuse me' every time you hear that." I kept squeezing the bear, and Skyler became indignant.
"'Scu' me!" he shouted. "MOMMY 'scu' me!"
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