About a year ago I shared Connor’s no underwear adventure. Since there isn’t much in between that one and this one, I have hesitated to post another of his wardrobe malfunctions. Partly in case you think it is a pretty often occurrence…well, maybe it is. And partly because it could embarrass Connor one day… well, maybe that isn’t so bad either. :) So here I go…
Yes, it is true that Connor often has trouble getting dressed in the morning. Obviously forgetting underwear, but he has also met me at the stairs ready to go down to breakfast still in his pajamas but with socks and shoes on, or his socks, shoes, underwear and shirt on but NO PANTS. And yes, that boy is oblivious to his errors until I point it out. Then you see the realization wash over his sleepy face. Luckily, since last year, all of these incidents have happened inside our home until Wednesday last week.
It wasn’t just any Wednesday, mind you. It was Wacky Wednesday. For Summer at least. She dressed up in wacky tights, shorts, backwards shirts and a crazy side pony tail. All of it just gave her license to dress how she would every day if she could. Connor's class didn’t have wacky day but went to school in regular jeans and a regular shirt without complaint.
We were crossing the street on the way home from school that afternoon when I noticed Connor was pulling at his pants. “What’s wrong?”
“My underwear is messed up”, he said.
“Wait until we get across the street and I will help you.”
Once safely across the street, the crossing guards (who have become dear friends) begin going on and on about Summer’s crazy outfit when one of them asked where Connor had went. In immediate panic I turned around and found Connor hiding behind me…with his pants down. Since I had forgotten, he had taken it upon himself to fix his underwear right there as cars drove by.
Quickly, I yanked his pants up and glanced at the sweet crossing guards who seemed to be waiting for my reaction before responding. “Well, I can add that to my list of embarrassing things he has done”, I said.
They laughed. Summer wasted no time before breaking into the story of his no underwear day. I smiled and wondered to myself why I take them out in public sometimes.
One crossing guard then noticed Connor’s normal clothes and said, “Oh, you didn’t have Wacky Wednesday today, Connor?”
Connor, quick as ever, replied, “Nope. I had wacky underwear day!”
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Friday, March 12, 2010
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Do I Dare Try This Again?
I have started this post a few times over the last month, but how in the world do you come back after almost a year of silence? It is not easy that is for sure. I want to make all these promises to do better, but I honestly don’t have enough faith in me to do such a thing. What calls me back is knowing all the sweet moments I shared with my family…moments I was sure I would remember but now have been forgotten. The timely moments where God has changed my course of direction…the little ones, I barely recognized, but now wish I had a better account. Then there are the big moments I have scribbled on a post-it note and still hope to record on here eventually…maybe…hopefully…
Here is a quick update on some of what has been going on the last year…
In June, I was forced to trust God in new ways as Shawn headed out on his first mission trip. God’s presence was tangible in my home and I learned so much… so did he. In October, Shawn headed out for a two week business trip and I expected the same peace that had accompanied me the last time he was gone, but instead this time I felt so alone. God began a work on me while Shawn was gone and still isn’t finished yet. It has been one of the most painful experiences in my walk with Him this far, but I am holding on…knowing it will be worth it.
God has reignited my passion for missions and it was a frustrating few months before I begin to see a reason why. He took me all the way to Houston over a weekend before I finally surrendered and received clear direction of what He wants next. Maybe I will share more of that someday. I am still busy with the women’s ministry at church and organizing the Bible studies. It is passion I don’t think I will ever get out of my system.
Shawn and I will celebrate our 10th anniversary this year and I have been amazed at him more lately than ever. He worked so hard this past year to support our family and he did so very well. These last few months, he “supporting me” has taken a different direction. I can hardly talk about it without tears. I am so thankful he is mine.
Summer is quite the little lady. She is definitely her own person and very Ok with her uniqueness. She rarely picks up a toy to play, but will spend her time on crafts, electronics or reading. She loves helping me in the kitchen. She takes social to a whole new level. Never wanting to be alone, she follows me around doing her own thing but carrying on an almost grown up conversation in the process. Her wisdom and maturity amaze me. Love that girl!
Connor, as active as ever, always keeps me on my toes. He doesn’t sit still for a minute and never has enough time in the day to play. Superheroes or cars occupies most of his time. His toys are his prized possessions, yet he has a huge heart. He will do almost anything for his sisters or me and do it cheerfully. The most amazing prayers come out of his little mouth. God has big plans for that little man, I just know it.
Chloe is near perfect sweetness. That little girl loves anything alive and has the most nurturing spirit I have ever witnessed in a little one. She is my constant companion throughout the day and I enjoy her so much it scares me sometimes. We clean together, run errands together, play together. Don’t even talk about her going to school…EVER!
So maybe I will be back to share more tomorrow…or maybe next week…or next month…but hopefully before next year.
Here is a quick update on some of what has been going on the last year…
In June, I was forced to trust God in new ways as Shawn headed out on his first mission trip. God’s presence was tangible in my home and I learned so much… so did he. In October, Shawn headed out for a two week business trip and I expected the same peace that had accompanied me the last time he was gone, but instead this time I felt so alone. God began a work on me while Shawn was gone and still isn’t finished yet. It has been one of the most painful experiences in my walk with Him this far, but I am holding on…knowing it will be worth it.
God has reignited my passion for missions and it was a frustrating few months before I begin to see a reason why. He took me all the way to Houston over a weekend before I finally surrendered and received clear direction of what He wants next. Maybe I will share more of that someday. I am still busy with the women’s ministry at church and organizing the Bible studies. It is passion I don’t think I will ever get out of my system.
Shawn and I will celebrate our 10th anniversary this year and I have been amazed at him more lately than ever. He worked so hard this past year to support our family and he did so very well. These last few months, he “supporting me” has taken a different direction. I can hardly talk about it without tears. I am so thankful he is mine.
Summer is quite the little lady. She is definitely her own person and very Ok with her uniqueness. She rarely picks up a toy to play, but will spend her time on crafts, electronics or reading. She loves helping me in the kitchen. She takes social to a whole new level. Never wanting to be alone, she follows me around doing her own thing but carrying on an almost grown up conversation in the process. Her wisdom and maturity amaze me. Love that girl!
Connor, as active as ever, always keeps me on my toes. He doesn’t sit still for a minute and never has enough time in the day to play. Superheroes or cars occupies most of his time. His toys are his prized possessions, yet he has a huge heart. He will do almost anything for his sisters or me and do it cheerfully. The most amazing prayers come out of his little mouth. God has big plans for that little man, I just know it.
Chloe is near perfect sweetness. That little girl loves anything alive and has the most nurturing spirit I have ever witnessed in a little one. She is my constant companion throughout the day and I enjoy her so much it scares me sometimes. We clean together, run errands together, play together. Don’t even talk about her going to school…EVER!
So maybe I will be back to share more tomorrow…or maybe next week…or next month…but hopefully before next year.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
One of Those Days
Last Friday was one of those days. You know the kind where you have to keep laughing so you don't cry. The kind where you wonder "what next?" but are too afraid to actually ask. Where you want to go back to bed and start over...or just stay in bed.
Friday morning the kids and I rush out the door in hopes that we would somehow be able to gain back the two minutes we needed in order to NOT be late for school. We weren't far from our house when it suddenly started raining...or we drove through sprinklers...or a flock of birds just pooped all over our car. Yea, that was it. Bird poop. Sadly, I didn't realize it was not rain, or the sprinklers until after I turned on the windshield wipers.
When I finished gagging, I resumed my task of getting Summer to school on time. Only now I was doing it by peering through streaks of bird poop all over the windshield. I wish I was exaggerating.
In spite of the bird poop, we actually made up our two minutes, but now there was no way I was driving my poopmobile through the car line. So we parked, got out and walked away from the car as quickly as possible.
Once she is in, I came back to check out the damage. Never before have I seen so much poop. With two fingers I attempted to open my door between splats. Needless to say, we headed straight to the car wash.
An experience in and of itself with two kids in the car and a mom who has never done this before...but I will spare you those details. We make it out with a clean car! It has never felt so good! Next stop - grocery store.
I have to admit as I turned off the car and walked around to get my kids out, I was a bit nervous at what this trip would bring. I will tell you, it was not what I expected, and it would be mere second before I would find that out...
Connor jumped out of the car and pulled out his shorts to look down them with wide eyes, "Where did my underwear go?"
I stopped in my tracks and asked, "Connor, do you not have underwear on??" while praying he was playing a trick on me.
"I guess I forgot them." He said much too seriously.
I looked for myself. Yep, he forgot them...somehow. I cringed but put him in the cart anyway. "Let,s just get our groceries quickly and then I will take you home to get underwear, OK?"
"OK" he replies and go we about our shopping trip.
Until I walk in and realize that in my hurry this morning, my shopping list was left on the counter right by my purse...instead of in my purse. Still determined to go home with food, I try to do it by memory.
Three aisles in my phone rings. It is Summer's teacher. I had wrote a note to her that morning concerning a note that came home from school with Summer the night before. Summer had found a note in her cubby that read, "I love you Summer! From your sekrit idmyudr." And then a second one that read, "I love you so much I want to kiss you!" Needless to say, that is where we got concerned.
So there I am explaining the whole situation in the middle of the store, while trying to pull my grocery list from head, push a race car grocery cart and keep two kids seated and under control. In all that, I completely forgot one of them didn't have on underwear. Unfortunately, he didn't forget....
I finally reached the check-out and and the man bagging the groceries (who we see there nearly every visit, I might add) asked Connor how he was doing today. I wasn't really paying attention until I heard Connor's response. "I don't have any underwear on."
I quickly covered his mouth, but it was too late. I felt my face turn red, but oh, it wasn't near over.
The man responded loudly "No, underwear on? Why don't you have any underwear on?"
Connor explained as best he knew how, "I guess they stuck to my pjs when I got dressed this morning and I put them in the laundry."
"Were they clean underwear?" The man asked.
Connor nodded a yes.
"Oh, no, OH NO!" the man exclaimed, his voice grew louder and louder as my face got redder and redder. "You never put clean underwear in the laundry, do you know why?"
Connor wide-eyed, shook his head.
"Because then you end up at the grocery store WITH NO UNDERWEAR ON!"
My gratitude at him declaring yet again to the people all around me that my son didn't have any underwear on was displayed well on my crimson face.
At last the cashier handed me the receipt and I grabbed my cart and pushed it out of the store.
Connor wondered aloud, "Why didn't he come out to the car with us like he always does?"
I muttered more to myself than to him, "He was probably afraid."
"Oh. I shouldn't have told him I didn't have underwear on." He says as if a light bulb just went off.
"Probably not", I said.
But it was done and we were headed home...yet even after all that, the day was just beginning...
Friday morning the kids and I rush out the door in hopes that we would somehow be able to gain back the two minutes we needed in order to NOT be late for school. We weren't far from our house when it suddenly started raining...or we drove through sprinklers...or a flock of birds just pooped all over our car. Yea, that was it. Bird poop. Sadly, I didn't realize it was not rain, or the sprinklers until after I turned on the windshield wipers.
When I finished gagging, I resumed my task of getting Summer to school on time. Only now I was doing it by peering through streaks of bird poop all over the windshield. I wish I was exaggerating.
In spite of the bird poop, we actually made up our two minutes, but now there was no way I was driving my poopmobile through the car line. So we parked, got out and walked away from the car as quickly as possible.
Once she is in, I came back to check out the damage. Never before have I seen so much poop. With two fingers I attempted to open my door between splats. Needless to say, we headed straight to the car wash.
An experience in and of itself with two kids in the car and a mom who has never done this before...but I will spare you those details. We make it out with a clean car! It has never felt so good! Next stop - grocery store.
I have to admit as I turned off the car and walked around to get my kids out, I was a bit nervous at what this trip would bring. I will tell you, it was not what I expected, and it would be mere second before I would find that out...
Connor jumped out of the car and pulled out his shorts to look down them with wide eyes, "Where did my underwear go?"
I stopped in my tracks and asked, "Connor, do you not have underwear on??" while praying he was playing a trick on me.
"I guess I forgot them." He said much too seriously.
I looked for myself. Yep, he forgot them...somehow. I cringed but put him in the cart anyway. "Let,s just get our groceries quickly and then I will take you home to get underwear, OK?"
"OK" he replies and go we about our shopping trip.
Until I walk in and realize that in my hurry this morning, my shopping list was left on the counter right by my purse...instead of in my purse. Still determined to go home with food, I try to do it by memory.
Three aisles in my phone rings. It is Summer's teacher. I had wrote a note to her that morning concerning a note that came home from school with Summer the night before. Summer had found a note in her cubby that read, "I love you Summer! From your sekrit idmyudr." And then a second one that read, "I love you so much I want to kiss you!" Needless to say, that is where we got concerned.
So there I am explaining the whole situation in the middle of the store, while trying to pull my grocery list from head, push a race car grocery cart and keep two kids seated and under control. In all that, I completely forgot one of them didn't have on underwear. Unfortunately, he didn't forget....
I finally reached the check-out and and the man bagging the groceries (who we see there nearly every visit, I might add) asked Connor how he was doing today. I wasn't really paying attention until I heard Connor's response. "I don't have any underwear on."
I quickly covered his mouth, but it was too late. I felt my face turn red, but oh, it wasn't near over.
The man responded loudly "No, underwear on? Why don't you have any underwear on?"
Connor explained as best he knew how, "I guess they stuck to my pjs when I got dressed this morning and I put them in the laundry."
"Were they clean underwear?" The man asked.
Connor nodded a yes.
"Oh, no, OH NO!" the man exclaimed, his voice grew louder and louder as my face got redder and redder. "You never put clean underwear in the laundry, do you know why?"
Connor wide-eyed, shook his head.
"Because then you end up at the grocery store WITH NO UNDERWEAR ON!"
My gratitude at him declaring yet again to the people all around me that my son didn't have any underwear on was displayed well on my crimson face.
At last the cashier handed me the receipt and I grabbed my cart and pushed it out of the store.
Connor wondered aloud, "Why didn't he come out to the car with us like he always does?"
I muttered more to myself than to him, "He was probably afraid."
"Oh. I shouldn't have told him I didn't have underwear on." He says as if a light bulb just went off.
"Probably not", I said.
But it was done and we were headed home...yet even after all that, the day was just beginning...
Monday, May 11, 2009
Cherish
Today was the much awaited last day of school for Connor. Tomorrow is the big preschool graduation!
I have been counting down the days since we moved and added 20 minutes onto the daily trek. Honestly, I wasn't sure I was going to make it to the end. There were many days, I thought it might be his last. But a day at a time...one car line at a time...we made it to the end!
As excited as I was to see today and pick Connor up from school the last time, there was also that mommy part of me, that just wanted to hold onto it all. I wanted time to slow down for just a minute. For more reasons than my "to do list".
I came home from dropping him off and sat with Chloe. We played babies, looked at cards, fixed her up pretty and "talked" the whole time. My quiet mornings with her will be rare to none these next couple of months. And oh, how I have enjoyed her!
As I left to pick Connor up from school, I smiled as Chloe closed her eyes the moment she hit her car seat. For months, this has been her nap...the hour long ride to his school and back. Memories, though I often dreaded, I don't want to forget.
Waiting in the car line, I can't help but smile again as I see Connor walking towards me. All smiles as well, he jumps in and doesn't waste a second before pouring out the exciting details of his day. *Sigh* I love it! I know the day will come much sooner than I like and his boyish glee will turn to mere smirks and grunts. So again, I tuck this away.
As much as I have disliked the distance to Connor's school and the car line, I have looked forward to our rides home. This was "our" time. Chloe sound asleep, and Connor as talkative as ever, we shared some of the most memorable conversations.
Here are only a few recent ones:
"When is Daddy going to be a grown up and go to work?" Mind you, I am not sure how "grown up" Shawn is, but he does go to work every day. It was only after a few confusing minutes that I realized in Connor's mind - you didn't go to work unless you wore a uniform (ie, fireman, policeman, doctor).
"I pushed Avery today, but it was on purpose...or on accident. Which one is the good one?"
We have also had some good heart-to-hearts on the way home from school. Such as, Jesus coming in to your heart even when it is all bloody in there. Oh, I pray I never forget his wide eyes when I told him Jesus stays even when He does bad things. "Yes, pretty amazing, isn't it, sweet boy."
We have discussed in detail how God cries when we cry. He came to conclusion all on his own that he doesn't hear God crying because he cries so loud. I could only agree with that one.
Ah, so tomorrow a new chapter begins as we head towards another summer vacation.
Please, Lord, help me cherish every minute You have allowed me to borrow these precious children. Help me rejoice in all things!
I have been counting down the days since we moved and added 20 minutes onto the daily trek. Honestly, I wasn't sure I was going to make it to the end. There were many days, I thought it might be his last. But a day at a time...one car line at a time...we made it to the end!
As excited as I was to see today and pick Connor up from school the last time, there was also that mommy part of me, that just wanted to hold onto it all. I wanted time to slow down for just a minute. For more reasons than my "to do list".
I came home from dropping him off and sat with Chloe. We played babies, looked at cards, fixed her up pretty and "talked" the whole time. My quiet mornings with her will be rare to none these next couple of months. And oh, how I have enjoyed her!
As I left to pick Connor up from school, I smiled as Chloe closed her eyes the moment she hit her car seat. For months, this has been her nap...the hour long ride to his school and back. Memories, though I often dreaded, I don't want to forget.
Waiting in the car line, I can't help but smile again as I see Connor walking towards me. All smiles as well, he jumps in and doesn't waste a second before pouring out the exciting details of his day. *Sigh* I love it! I know the day will come much sooner than I like and his boyish glee will turn to mere smirks and grunts. So again, I tuck this away.
As much as I have disliked the distance to Connor's school and the car line, I have looked forward to our rides home. This was "our" time. Chloe sound asleep, and Connor as talkative as ever, we shared some of the most memorable conversations.
Here are only a few recent ones:
"When is Daddy going to be a grown up and go to work?" Mind you, I am not sure how "grown up" Shawn is, but he does go to work every day. It was only after a few confusing minutes that I realized in Connor's mind - you didn't go to work unless you wore a uniform (ie, fireman, policeman, doctor).
"I pushed Avery today, but it was on purpose...or on accident. Which one is the good one?"
We have also had some good heart-to-hearts on the way home from school. Such as, Jesus coming in to your heart even when it is all bloody in there. Oh, I pray I never forget his wide eyes when I told him Jesus stays even when He does bad things. "Yes, pretty amazing, isn't it, sweet boy."
We have discussed in detail how God cries when we cry. He came to conclusion all on his own that he doesn't hear God crying because he cries so loud. I could only agree with that one.
Ah, so tomorrow a new chapter begins as we head towards another summer vacation.
Please, Lord, help me cherish every minute You have allowed me to borrow these precious children. Help me rejoice in all things!
Monday, December 22, 2008
Easter?
We spent much of the day today driving through crowded streets, waiting in long lines and maneuvering through crowds as we tried to finish up the last of our errands before Christmas.
No idea why, but at one point in the car Connor says, "Mommy, when is Easter going to come?"
No idea why, but at one point in the car Connor says, "Mommy, when is Easter going to come?"
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Cookie from Connor, Anyone?
Connor hoped in the car after school and before he was even seated he burst with excitement, "Mommy! I made you a cookie!" As the very last syllable joyfully left his mouth, his balloon deflated. He sat down in his car seat and with a sad face confessed, "so sorry I licked all the icing off."
Monday, December 1, 2008
Soccer Game!
Summer played soccer this fall. She loved it! She did really well and both her and Connor want to play this spring. Here are some pics...
This was our first time playing with "Upward". I so impressed! They had memory verses and devotions during half time...rules for the parents and the plan of salvation laid out every single game though a reward system for the kids. It was very well done!
We would bring along a ball for Connor and Chloe
She loves these glasses...I am not sure why
Looks like they had to be separated... :)
Warming up before the game
Next year, buddy!
Devotions and prayer during half-time
Look at her go!!
This was our first time playing with "Upward". I so impressed! They had memory verses and devotions during half time...rules for the parents and the plan of salvation laid out every single game though a reward system for the kids. It was very well done!
We would bring along a ball for Connor and Chloe
She loves these glasses...I am not sure why
Looks like they had to be separated... :)
Warming up before the game
Next year, buddy!
Something must have been really interesting on the other side of the fence
Devotions and prayer during half-time
Look at her go!!Friday, August 15, 2008
Big Little Brother
Over the summer, I would often wake up to this sight in the morning...
I finally asked Connor why they both were always on the same couch, he replied, "Summer gets scared and comes and gets me to hold her hand."
ME: "And you do it?"
CONNOR: "Yes. Don't worry, she goes back to sleep fast."
Such a big, little brother. :)
I finally asked Connor why they both were always on the same couch, he replied, "Summer gets scared and comes and gets me to hold her hand."ME: "And you do it?"
CONNOR: "Yes. Don't worry, she goes back to sleep fast."
Such a big, little brother. :)
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
"I Can't Even Fuss!"
I have two kids with double ear infections. Somehow Summer has managed to escape the sickness that has plagued the other two for a couple weeks now. A trip to the doctor and some meds will hopefully result in them feeling better very soon. Along with Connor's painful ears, he has lost his voice. He is pitiful and sweet all at the same time. I love getting all his sick cuddles.
This evening he was following me around as I started a load of laundry. "I want my voice back he squeaked." And then he started to whine, which was barely a whisper. He stopped and said, "Mommy, I can't even fuss!"
My poor little man. But I have no doubt he will be running through the house making a whole array of sound effects very soon!
This evening he was following me around as I started a load of laundry. "I want my voice back he squeaked." And then he started to whine, which was barely a whisper. He stopped and said, "Mommy, I can't even fuss!"
My poor little man. But I have no doubt he will be running through the house making a whole array of sound effects very soon!
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Chores
I was faced again with the drastic difference between my boy and girl yesterday when Connor tried his hand at vacuuming his room for the first time. Summer has been vacuuming the girl's room for awhile now - thanks to a lightweight vacuum with an adjustable handle. She usually does her chores well, all the while insisting I call her "Cinderella". She takes her time and is pretty thorough for a five year old....a lot like Grandma, remember?
So when Connor asked if he could vacuum his room yesterday, I said, "sure". Even if he only gets it half done...that is still half done, right? I go to get the vacuum and come back to find him ready and waiting...with his safety goggles on. We turn the vacuum on and he is off...pushing it as fast as he can to the other side of the room. He crashes into the wall...turns around and does it again. No wonder he thought he needed safety goggles.
I had to have him pause and look at the camera or he would have been a blur. Other than that, he didn't stop once until I pulled the plug. I am not even sure he stopped then... just didn't have the vacuum anymore.
Sweet Chloe had to have a turn too...
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Meet Spider-man
Connor's new obsession? Spider-man. Do not fear, he still loves his cars, but Spider-man has definitely stepped up a few notches. I am not sure what started this, but it keeps growing bigger and bigger.
He has had a Spider-man mask since his last birthday (nearly a year ago) and would play with it occasionally - like any other non-car toy. Now, in the past couple weeks, he has taken it off occasionally. I am not kidding.
He has also changed his name. If he meets someone new (mask or not) and they ask his name... "Spider-man" he replies. He is serious. If I or someone else calls, "Connor!" "I am Spider-man", he says. Every time.
So the other night, Shawn was working late and my kids were in bed (but not yet sleeping) when a friend called. She needed prayer. I was in my bedroom talking quietly because my kids are well known for taking advantage of me while on the phone. As I prayed for her, I heard pitter patters across the floor. I peeked out...did you guess it? Spider-man.
He was trying (key word: trying) to tip toe quietly and oh, so slowly across the living room...into the kitchen. I tried to ignore him and focus on my friend. I hear the cabinet in the kitchen open and a rustling bag. He comes back - mask in place - tiptoeing (or whatever that is) back to his room, with a bag of Doritos in his hand.
Yea, that's going to work.
Before I can say anything to him, he sees me. With the biggest, big boy voice a three year old can muster through a Spider-man mask, he says, "It's OK. I will be careful with these."
Oh, great. I feel so much better now.
At that point my conversation had to be put on hold. "Connor put the chips back and go to bed."
Shocked, "But...me...Spider-man?!?"
Through gritted teeth, "Spider-man, put the chips back and go to bed."
At least my friend got a good laugh out of it...thought maybe you all would too. :)
Friday, March 7, 2008
Mommy Cow
Connor is at it again. Here is a conversation we had this morning.
Connor: Mommy, Chloe is eating my food!
Mommy: Chloe, you already had breakfast...you little piggy.
Connor: (giggling) Chloe is a piggy! Me a piggy too!
Mommy: Yes, you are a piggy too. (Both these kids LOVE their food! Summer and Connor fight over toys...Chloe and Connor fight over food - I am not kidding.)
Connor: (still giggling) Mommy is a piggy too!
Mommy: Mommy is not a piggy!
Connor: (now he is serious) OK, Mommy not a piggy...Mommy is a cow!
Gee...thanks, Connor.
This isn't the first time I have heard this statement from one of my PRECIOUS children.
When Summer was 3 she wanted to be Dora for Halloween. Since Connor was too little to pick his costume we had him go as Boots. Summer thought this was great and said, "Daddy can be Swiper and Mommy you can...umm....you can be...THE COW!"
I have always dreamed of being a cow...now according to Connor I am...I don't even need a costume.
Connor: Mommy, Chloe is eating my food!
Mommy: Chloe, you already had breakfast...you little piggy.
Connor: (giggling) Chloe is a piggy! Me a piggy too!
Mommy: Yes, you are a piggy too. (Both these kids LOVE their food! Summer and Connor fight over toys...Chloe and Connor fight over food - I am not kidding.)
Connor: (still giggling) Mommy is a piggy too!
Mommy: Mommy is not a piggy!
Connor: (now he is serious) OK, Mommy not a piggy...Mommy is a cow!
Gee...thanks, Connor.
This isn't the first time I have heard this statement from one of my PRECIOUS children.
When Summer was 3 she wanted to be Dora for Halloween. Since Connor was too little to pick his costume we had him go as Boots. Summer thought this was great and said, "Daddy can be Swiper and Mommy you can...umm....you can be...THE COW!"
I have always dreamed of being a cow...now according to Connor I am...I don't even need a costume.
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Spilled Milk
Connor certainly didn’t cry over his spilled milk this morning. Instead he was completely enthralled with it. The spilled milk, poured over our tile, showed up brightly on the dark grout and blended in to the white. It created an “X” of sorts, at least in Connor’s mind.
“Yes, an X” I repeated, as I quickly mopped it up.
“Mommy!!! You can’t do that! That is where the treasure is!!”
Oh, of course. What was I thinking??
Lunch time comes and Connor is eating quietly in the kitchen when all of a sudden he comes running in the living room, “Mommy! I found another treasure!”
You guessed it. More spilled milk. I am quite sure this time it wasn’t an accident. Yet again I used a paper towel to demolish his dreams of finding treasure. Or at least for today.
I hope.
“Yes, an X” I repeated, as I quickly mopped it up.
“Mommy!!! You can’t do that! That is where the treasure is!!”
Oh, of course. What was I thinking??
Lunch time comes and Connor is eating quietly in the kitchen when all of a sudden he comes running in the living room, “Mommy! I found another treasure!”
You guessed it. More spilled milk. I am quite sure this time it wasn’t an accident. Yet again I used a paper towel to demolish his dreams of finding treasure. Or at least for today.
I hope.
Monday, December 31, 2007
A Connor Funny
Reflecting on Christmas Eve...
We went over to my parents to eat and then say goodbye to my sister, her husband and my brother, Gary. I wasn't expecting this, but I lost it - blubbered all over the place. We got in the car and as I was trying to pull myself together and focus on the fun night ahead with the kids, Connor peeped up in the back.
"Mommy, you sad?"
"Yes...a little bit."
"I will pray for you, OK?" (If you haven't yet figured out, Connor is our pray-er...prays about anything and everything - I love it!)
"OK"
"Dear Jesus, please help Mommy not be sick anymore (I guess he threw that in there from past experience) and help her stop fussing..."
I lost it again, but this time giggling instead of tears. I had just said something similar to him at Grandma's house.
I didn't want to leave, but Connor was being naughty and I also didn't want him to ruin the night for anyone else...so we headed out...and the tears came...
So now, the wound he had unknowingly help create he was unknowingly helping mend. So typical of my little man. He can bring you to tears in frustration and then have you laughing hysterically the next minute.
Hmmmm...maybe that's called survival.
We went over to my parents to eat and then say goodbye to my sister, her husband and my brother, Gary. I wasn't expecting this, but I lost it - blubbered all over the place. We got in the car and as I was trying to pull myself together and focus on the fun night ahead with the kids, Connor peeped up in the back.
"Mommy, you sad?"
"Yes...a little bit."
"I will pray for you, OK?" (If you haven't yet figured out, Connor is our pray-er...prays about anything and everything - I love it!)
"OK"
"Dear Jesus, please help Mommy not be sick anymore (I guess he threw that in there from past experience) and help her stop fussing..."
I lost it again, but this time giggling instead of tears. I had just said something similar to him at Grandma's house.
I didn't want to leave, but Connor was being naughty and I also didn't want him to ruin the night for anyone else...so we headed out...and the tears came...
So now, the wound he had unknowingly help create he was unknowingly helping mend. So typical of my little man. He can bring you to tears in frustration and then have you laughing hysterically the next minute.
Hmmmm...maybe that's called survival.
Monday, December 10, 2007
Honest Connor
Today (as most every day) I had praise music going as I worked on the computer. I was singing softly as I worked until I spotted Connor walking up to me. I turned and met him as he came and started bellowing the lyrics, fully expecting hugs and giggles. Instead I get a serious faced Connor - obviously coming over for a purpose. "What?" I ask. "Mommy, don't do that." he states matter of fact and then continues in the same solemn tone, "You are not a singer."
You can always count on them for the truth...even when it hurts. Guess I won't bother auditioning for American Idol. Thanks, Simon...I mean Connor.
You can always count on them for the truth...even when it hurts. Guess I won't bother auditioning for American Idol. Thanks, Simon...I mean Connor.
Friday, November 30, 2007
O Christmas Tree
We put the Christmas tree up last weekend...I guess, it is about time I got some pictures up here!
Chloe was in bed, so she didn't see it until morning. She was so excited! She LOVES IT...she will just sit and stare. Now however, we do have some packages under it and are having a little trouble keeping the bows on!
Chloe was in bed, so she didn't see it until morning. She was so excited! She LOVES IT...she will just sit and stare. Now however, we do have some packages under it and are having a little trouble keeping the bows on!
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Breakfast
This morning we had to eat a quick breakfast before dropping Summer off at school, then on to some errands and from there to hear my friend Tara speak. For the first time I plopped Chloe down on the floor in front of a cartoon while I got ready...bowl of dry cereal and milk, just like the "big kids". She did so good! And it was too cute to not take a minute to get a couple pictures!
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