Sunday night I had to work and about 9:30 I called home to visit with Patrick and see how the kids were. He shared with me that he heard Angel and Caleb talking…
Angel: I’ll be the princess and you be the prince.
Caleb. No! I’ll be the princess and you be the prince.
We were playing with puzzles and Angel was working on an alphabet one. She got all of the letters done and realized we were missing the letter X. I told her that we lost that letter and she kept asking me to help her find it. I kept telling her that I was sorry but that we had lost it and that it was gone.
She was beginning to get exasperated with me and said, “Mom, it has to be here somewhere, it doesn’t have legs.”
If my children walk up to you, stick their behind out and say “sshhhh”, they are just pretending to be skunks and you just got sprayed.
(Lord have mercy.)
After scolding Caleb about something he said, “Mama, I’m going to go live with Grama.”
I asked him why. He said, “Because you yell at me all the time.”
(Hopefully that’s not really true, but it certainly made me stop in my tracks and every time now that I start to raise my voice I think about what he said. Can’t be having my 3-year old move out on us already!)
Both kids, but especially Caleb, is obsessed with my anatomy books. We found a kid’s encyclopedia at the library on the human body and it’s his favorite book. He calls it “the bone book” and we have to read it about ten times a day. He likes to repeat the stories of when Daddy hurt his knee and hurt his back and broke his collarbone.
We had to switch ballet classes because of my school schedule and so now we go on Saturdays instead of Mondays. This also means that Angel has a new teacher. Ms Megan is pretty awesome but after three weeks Angel is still having a hard time with not having Ms Amanda as her teacher. She said to me last Friday night when I reminded her we had dance the next day, “But mom, I really think Ms Amanda wants me to go to her Monday class.”
Caleb is all about stealing food lately. Not only during the day but in the middle of the night he’ll wake up and help himself to “crunchy thingies.” (Cinnamon Toast Crunch) We’ll find them all crunched up in his bed (or our bed) the next morning. He’s also started pushing one of the stools up to the counter, climbing up and helping himself to food that’s in the high cupboards.
I was having a crabby moment (or two) as we were running around trying to get out of the house so I wasn’t late for class. The kids were waiting in the garage and I came out to hear them singing, “If you’re happy and you know it…” at the top of the their lungs. As I buckled them in the car they continued to sing and as they lifted their hands in the air and yelled, “SAY AMEN!”, I couldn’t help but thank Jesus for these amazing little blessings He’s given me!