A Little Bit Country, A Little Bit Rock and Roll, and a Hawaiian Ballerina

Christmas 2008

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Last night we were putting together 20 teacher's gifts and plates of goodies dipped in chocolate. A LOT of chocolate was consumed last night. I had told the kids to not eat anymore when I noticed Sophia putting a chocolate kiss close to her mouth.

I told her, "Sophia, no more eating candy."

She replied,"I'm not eating it, I'm just licking it."

Safety Rules

A few weeks ago, I was taking Katie to a mid-morning ortho appointment and we encountered a very sad and disturbing sight. A deer had been hit by a car, and badly wounded, and was holding up traffic as drivers were trying to drive around him. I held back my tears, but Katie could not. It was a sight that I wish my daughters had not seen, but one that we couldn't avoid.

I do not wish to make this a laughing matter at all, but in priceless pre-schooler fashion, Sophia noticed all of this from the car seat and in pure innocence she said, "I guess deers don't know to look both ways."

I Thought the Day Would Never Come

Today in Sophia's Sports Class at the Rec. Center, a mom, who also has a precocious little 3 year old named Sophia, turned to me and said,"Your little girl is so good!"

I just smiled and said, "Thank you." I didn't give her my blog address.

Rise and Shine

Luke does not share his oldest sister's enthusiasm for the morning routine. Katie is the 1st one up, and it is often her turning off the alarm to check the weather or our newish dog that wakes me up from my 4th time to hit the snooze button. Luke tends to be a little more like me, and he has been telling me recently that the nights are too short. He even seems agitated with me about that.

This morning I turned off the little fan in his room, and turned on his closet light, and lovingly rubbed his back and tried to gently coax him out of bed. He got up went straight to the fan, turned it back on, and climbed back into bed.

Of course I had to get on to him and tell he better get out of bed right now or else, but then I went downstairs and cracked up!

Too Much of a Good Thing

Hypothetically speaking, a mom with 5 kids, whose youngest daughter is as small as a peanut and is presumably (although that mom has learned better than to presume) the last baby she will be blessed enough to have, may possibly not make that daughter walk enough. When they are out and about, that mom may carry her 3 year old daughter too much. In fact, when that 3 year old girl's siblings were the same age, the mom was usually pregnant and carrying a one year old, so the previous 3 year old children had no choice but to walk. That same mom may also have an uncontrollable tendency to kiss the head of the 3 year old when she is carrying her into Target, especially when her sweet blond hair blows in the wind or her little head brushes past the mom's lips. Finally the 3 year old might grow weary of this affection and say, very sweetly and sincerely, "That's enough Mommy."