While the kids and I were down at my parents house the weather was SO nice...if it's possible--I think it was almost TOO hot. 95-103 degrees everyday. Gorgeous.
So I was out trying to regain my ability to tan (since I'm pretty sure the Washington weather takes AWAY tan) and Jessica was helping me stay cool by pouring water on my feet. And she started to admire and dissect my arms, legs and tummy. And made THIS comment:
Jessica: "I want to be fat."
Me: "You do? Why is that??" (hoping for some kind of teaching opportunity here...)
Jessica: "Because that would mean I'm a mommy."
Said with nothing but love and admiration...
I started to really think about what she was saying.
Jessica wants to be a mommy more than anything. I just asked her how many kids she wanted and she said "5. Wait, I mean 7 kids. 7 + 5. That's how many kids I'm going to have."
Jessica was putting the most positive of all positive spins on body image. She saw those stretch marks and "baby weight" as a medal of honor. Something to be desired. That the only way to obtain these seemingly yucky things as a beloved reward.
I like her thinking......I think. :)
(Angel--I was so tempted to post a picture--but I had a moment of panic thinking you wouldn't hold up your end of the bargain. So. No worries. No pictures. The deal is off the table. Ha ha.)
Showing posts with label Funny Things Kids Say. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Funny Things Kids Say. Show all posts
Friday, August 22, 2008
Monday, May 19, 2008
Melts my heart
So. Today something really funny happened to Tyler. And really it was only funny to me. He was pretty confused. To say the least.
(Curtis, you will totally appreciate this story)
Three girls came to the door to talk to Tyler. They asked him if he wanted to go for a walk. He asked. I said yes. They leave.
I walk over to the front door just to see this happen. And I'm sort of surprised that they aren't walking. Wait...am I really surprised? "walking" usually doesn't mean walking. But I was surprised because they are what.....EIGHT??
After seeing that he's walking, two of them are hands on their hips, one foot off to the side talking and one is sitting on the ground, I call for Tyler to come back for a second.
Me: "what's going on?"
Tyler: "I have NO idea. They said they wanted to go for a walk, so I'm walking but they just want to talk and keep asking me if I like Jackie. And I said 'as a friend.' and that I'm not allowed to have a girlfriend. And now Jackie's feelings are hurt and she doesn't want to walk and I have no clue what I did."
exhausted, he paused.
"So mom. What do I do??"
Me: "Just keep telling them you're not allowed to have a girlfriend. So just go tell them, you like them as friends and want to walk around the block. If they don't, then you're just going to come home.
So they walked.
Then he came home.
Me: "How did that go?"
Tyler: "I still don't know how her feelings got hurt. I only told her that I only like her as a friend and that I'm not allowed to have a girlfriend. She likes me. And I told her that I like her--as a friend. And they are trying to get me to hug Jackie to make her feelings not hurt anymore."
Me: "Well, you're doing the right thing. And girls are really silly sometimes and think that when you say you like them 'as a friend', they hear that they aren't smart enough, or pretty enough, or that something is wrong with them.
Tyler: "I NEVER SAID THAT"
Me: "I know you didn't. That's just what girls hear. It's really confusing. And that's why you don't need to worry about this stuff until you're a grown up."
Tyler: "Uncle Corey said that he has the same problem. I better call him tomorrow and figure out how to deal with this situation."
Me: "That is a good idea. And don't you be hugging those girls. Hugs are ONLY for me and Mor Mor."
Tyler: "OK"
Seriously, one of my favorite talks with him to date. If you could only see the look of frustration and confusion on his sweet little face....oh man. That just got me.
(Curtis, you will totally appreciate this story)
Three girls came to the door to talk to Tyler. They asked him if he wanted to go for a walk. He asked. I said yes. They leave.
I walk over to the front door just to see this happen. And I'm sort of surprised that they aren't walking. Wait...am I really surprised? "walking" usually doesn't mean walking. But I was surprised because they are what.....EIGHT??
After seeing that he's walking, two of them are hands on their hips, one foot off to the side talking and one is sitting on the ground, I call for Tyler to come back for a second.
Me: "what's going on?"
Tyler: "I have NO idea. They said they wanted to go for a walk, so I'm walking but they just want to talk and keep asking me if I like Jackie. And I said 'as a friend.' and that I'm not allowed to have a girlfriend. And now Jackie's feelings are hurt and she doesn't want to walk and I have no clue what I did."
exhausted, he paused.
"So mom. What do I do??"
Me: "Just keep telling them you're not allowed to have a girlfriend. So just go tell them, you like them as friends and want to walk around the block. If they don't, then you're just going to come home.
So they walked.
Then he came home.
Me: "How did that go?"
Tyler: "I still don't know how her feelings got hurt. I only told her that I only like her as a friend and that I'm not allowed to have a girlfriend. She likes me. And I told her that I like her--as a friend. And they are trying to get me to hug Jackie to make her feelings not hurt anymore."
Me: "Well, you're doing the right thing. And girls are really silly sometimes and think that when you say you like them 'as a friend', they hear that they aren't smart enough, or pretty enough, or that something is wrong with them.
Tyler: "I NEVER SAID THAT"
Me: "I know you didn't. That's just what girls hear. It's really confusing. And that's why you don't need to worry about this stuff until you're a grown up."
Tyler: "Uncle Corey said that he has the same problem. I better call him tomorrow and figure out how to deal with this situation."
Me: "That is a good idea. And don't you be hugging those girls. Hugs are ONLY for me and Mor Mor."
Tyler: "OK"
Seriously, one of my favorite talks with him to date. If you could only see the look of frustration and confusion on his sweet little face....oh man. That just got me.
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Deep thoughts
So I was digging through some old boxes of things and came across a photo album of sorts that had old pictures of my life as a CIT at Camp Firwood WAY back in '97. (good times)
A book that Bugaboo read to us at night and on overnight camp outs was a book called "Really Important Things My Kids Have Taught Me..."
My favorite statements to ponder are these:
But wait--I know lots of you have been waiting for my "big" post about our fun news about our church, but that will have to wait...I feel like there are so many faucets to it, and I want it to be everything I want it to be. :)
Okay; Ponder these:
Hitting the kid with the ball might get you the ball...but it won't get you anyone to throw it to.
If you wait until you're really sure, you'll never take off the training wheels.
Flowers and Pricker bushes grow out of the same dirt.
If splashing in puddles means you have to wear wet shoes for the rest of the day, sometimes it's worth it.
If the horse you're drawing looks more like a dog, make it a dog.
The longer the rain storm, the happier you are to see the sun.
You can't change your mind once the egg is scrambled.
Don't be so afraid of losing your Frisbee that you never throw it.
It's not really giving if you give away all the animal crackers with missing heads and feet.
Don't wet your pants in school more than once.
Ten minutes is short if it's recess and long if it's punishment.
Sometimes the squeaky wheel--gets kicked.
If you stay clean, you'll never have fun.
As soon as you can walk, you never want to crawl again.
Just because you're wearing cowboy boots doesn't mean you can ride a horse.
Sometimes you find the neatest dragonfly when you're out looking for tadpoles.
When you're told not to put raisins up your nose, it's hard to think about anything else.
and my personal favorite:
If you're going to bother getting the soap wet and messing up the towel, you might as well just wash your hands.
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Any of these speak to you??
A book that Bugaboo read to us at night and on overnight camp outs was a book called "Really Important Things My Kids Have Taught Me..."
My favorite statements to ponder are these:
But wait--I know lots of you have been waiting for my "big" post about our fun news about our church, but that will have to wait...I feel like there are so many faucets to it, and I want it to be everything I want it to be. :)
Okay; Ponder these:
Hitting the kid with the ball might get you the ball...but it won't get you anyone to throw it to.
If you wait until you're really sure, you'll never take off the training wheels.
Flowers and Pricker bushes grow out of the same dirt.
If splashing in puddles means you have to wear wet shoes for the rest of the day, sometimes it's worth it.
If the horse you're drawing looks more like a dog, make it a dog.
The longer the rain storm, the happier you are to see the sun.
You can't change your mind once the egg is scrambled.
Don't be so afraid of losing your Frisbee that you never throw it.
It's not really giving if you give away all the animal crackers with missing heads and feet.
Don't wet your pants in school more than once.
Ten minutes is short if it's recess and long if it's punishment.
Sometimes the squeaky wheel--gets kicked.
If you stay clean, you'll never have fun.
As soon as you can walk, you never want to crawl again.
Just because you're wearing cowboy boots doesn't mean you can ride a horse.
Sometimes you find the neatest dragonfly when you're out looking for tadpoles.
When you're told not to put raisins up your nose, it's hard to think about anything else.
and my personal favorite:
If you're going to bother getting the soap wet and messing up the towel, you might as well just wash your hands.
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Any of these speak to you??
Thursday, January 10, 2008
A bit confused
My brother asked all the kids while we were all at my mom's house, who was born on Christmas and all the kids yelled out JESUS. Except for Jessica. She yelled out SANTA.
So that has inspired me to work with her a bit more on this whole God, Jesus' son, Heaven and Earth topic.
She crawls in bed with us every day, and since Josh is off work for a few days, she's been going straight down stairs and skipping my snuggles. So today she came BACK up (after she got in trouble with daddy) and we got to talking.
After talking about a few things, I finally just asked her "who is Jesus anyway...." And she said in the SWEETEST voice ever "oh, He is King of me."
So we may not be TOTALLY off....but she is still a bit confused, because she thinks that Omnipresent is some kind of amazing present, and wondering when she can open it. And she also will argue the fact that Jesus is God's son...because he's not a baby. And then she went on about some "blue guy" she colored with Teacher Jane. With A LOT more questions I realized that she had colored a picture of the MAN Jesus walking in the streets, holding hands with people and she colored him blue.
As she was telling me this story of a blue man I was thinking we had LOTS of work to do with her. And thinking that a three year old couldn't really grasp all of this. Are we going to far? Digging too deep.
So. What better place to start than the beginning.
Ask her what Genesis 1:1 says.
So that has inspired me to work with her a bit more on this whole God, Jesus' son, Heaven and Earth topic.
She crawls in bed with us every day, and since Josh is off work for a few days, she's been going straight down stairs and skipping my snuggles. So today she came BACK up (after she got in trouble with daddy) and we got to talking.
After talking about a few things, I finally just asked her "who is Jesus anyway...." And she said in the SWEETEST voice ever "oh, He is King of me."
So we may not be TOTALLY off....but she is still a bit confused, because she thinks that Omnipresent is some kind of amazing present, and wondering when she can open it. And she also will argue the fact that Jesus is God's son...because he's not a baby. And then she went on about some "blue guy" she colored with Teacher Jane. With A LOT more questions I realized that she had colored a picture of the MAN Jesus walking in the streets, holding hands with people and she colored him blue.
As she was telling me this story of a blue man I was thinking we had LOTS of work to do with her. And thinking that a three year old couldn't really grasp all of this. Are we going to far? Digging too deep.
So. What better place to start than the beginning.
Ask her what Genesis 1:1 says.
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Even funnier today
I was going to post a funny thing that Jessica said yesterday, but didn't. And today, it got even funnier:
Josh was really frustrated Sunday night that Jessica used to be our good little sleeper, and lately she's been working it at bedtime--juice, potty, night light, binkie, different night light, MORE juice, potty again, sheets aren't right, new jammies, potty yet again, books and prayer. I know...right?
So I hear him stomping all over upstairs trying to find her special night light and he said to her "Jessica, I can't find your stupid night light."
So then Monday morning rolls around and she comes RUNNING in, SO excited and says "DADDY--I found my stupid night light."
Too cute.
SO TODAY....I'm cleaning her room and under her bed I found the missing night light. I say to her, "Hey, Jess...look what I found.--your night light." And she says "is it my stupid one?"
It cracks me up again even as I blog it down.....because she's not saying it in a mean way like the way 'stupid' is supposed to be used....she's using it the same way she would use 'silver' or 'bright' or 'favorite' night light. It's just her "stupid night light."
Josh was really frustrated Sunday night that Jessica used to be our good little sleeper, and lately she's been working it at bedtime--juice, potty, night light, binkie, different night light, MORE juice, potty again, sheets aren't right, new jammies, potty yet again, books and prayer. I know...right?
So I hear him stomping all over upstairs trying to find her special night light and he said to her "Jessica, I can't find your stupid night light."
So then Monday morning rolls around and she comes RUNNING in, SO excited and says "DADDY--I found my stupid night light."
Too cute.
SO TODAY....I'm cleaning her room and under her bed I found the missing night light. I say to her, "Hey, Jess...look what I found.--your night light." And she says "is it my stupid one?"
It cracks me up again even as I blog it down.....because she's not saying it in a mean way like the way 'stupid' is supposed to be used....she's using it the same way she would use 'silver' or 'bright' or 'favorite' night light. It's just her "stupid night light."
Thursday, December 6, 2007
Defining 'family'
I have given the word 'family' some real thought these past few months. Call it downtime while nursing Isaac or call it me being so filled with sentiment and memories I can't think about anything else. For those of you who know me well, know that to be very true. My memory of really random facts is quite scary.
Family is so important to me that it often brings me to tears--just THOUGHTS about trips we've taken together, conversations we've had, times spent in our jammies sipping coffee, laughing out loud, playing all sorts of games, sleepovers, bike rides in the pitch black of night, quoting our favorite stand-up spiel, so many birthday parties and holiday dinners I couldn't even begin to recount THOSE memories. If you were there, you are now smiling thru the tears remembering those great times, too.
This year, I am caught between wanting to be grown up and start my own traditions with our little family of 4, wait 5....I forgot to include myself, and wanting everything to remain the same as it was.....But we don't live in California any more...or even all of us in Oregon now. We're everywhere. California, Oregon, Washington and Tennessee. Part of me dies when I think about the "old times" that will never be. BUT. a very large B.U.T--I'm delighted to DEATH looking ahead to all the times that are soon to be. Not just with our intermediate family...but as our WHOLE family grows.
My kids have always grown up with all kinds of pseudo aunts and uncles. Mainly out of respect for those people who have become so close to us, just using their first name doesn't do it for a title anymore, but also because that is how we whole heartedly feel about you--you know who you are. :)
Jessica was listing off her family members a week ago, she said "Daddy (listed *first* OF COURSE) Mommy, Isaac, Tyler, Jessica, Jake, Curtis, Lauren and Josh--that guy who sat in the rocking chair and watched the SC game with us." (Jake, Curtis, Lauren and Josh are friends from church and fellow FOS youth staffers)
Recent pictures of Julia came this week and that inevitably starts up conversation with our kids about who she is, where she lives, and how in awe we all are with how much they all look alike.......good times. Good times.
It got me thinking.....we are SO blessed to have the family we are born into, the family we create and the "family" that join us along the way.
Family is so important to me that it often brings me to tears--just THOUGHTS about trips we've taken together, conversations we've had, times spent in our jammies sipping coffee, laughing out loud, playing all sorts of games, sleepovers, bike rides in the pitch black of night, quoting our favorite stand-up spiel, so many birthday parties and holiday dinners I couldn't even begin to recount THOSE memories. If you were there, you are now smiling thru the tears remembering those great times, too.
This year, I am caught between wanting to be grown up and start my own traditions with our little family of 4, wait 5....I forgot to include myself, and wanting everything to remain the same as it was.....But we don't live in California any more...or even all of us in Oregon now. We're everywhere. California, Oregon, Washington and Tennessee. Part of me dies when I think about the "old times" that will never be. BUT. a very large B.U.T--I'm delighted to DEATH looking ahead to all the times that are soon to be. Not just with our intermediate family...but as our WHOLE family grows.
My kids have always grown up with all kinds of pseudo aunts and uncles. Mainly out of respect for those people who have become so close to us, just using their first name doesn't do it for a title anymore, but also because that is how we whole heartedly feel about you--you know who you are. :)
Jessica was listing off her family members a week ago, she said "Daddy (listed *first* OF COURSE) Mommy, Isaac, Tyler, Jessica, Jake, Curtis, Lauren and Josh--that guy who sat in the rocking chair and watched the SC game with us." (Jake, Curtis, Lauren and Josh are friends from church and fellow FOS youth staffers)
Recent pictures of Julia came this week and that inevitably starts up conversation with our kids about who she is, where she lives, and how in awe we all are with how much they all look alike.......good times. Good times.
It got me thinking.....we are SO blessed to have the family we are born into, the family we create and the "family" that join us along the way.
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
Fighting Creation
I used to be a huge fan of the show The View and this morning it happened to be on after the news.....and one of their morning discussions, errr rather arguments, was about how a popular toy for boys this year was play kitchens and accessories. So spurred a conversation about if they would give their sons dolls or their daughters guns and G.I. Joes. And how we don't call them "boy dolls" we call them GI Joe....but it's the "same thing" because the boys play dress up with them and change their clothes just like girls play with dollies and barbies.
Josh and I have had many conversations about this before and it's actually talked about in Dr. Dobson's book "Bringing Up Boys" (a MUST for ANY mom with a son--or a husband. I think I learned more about how Josh is wired than how to parent Tyler--seriously.) Dr. Dobson talks about a study they did in the early 80's when the term Unisex was invented. How a certain toy company was sued because their toy aisles were labeled "boy toys" and "girl toys" and thus "labeling" and limiting their children's options. Well they tested a.....perfect sounding number of boys and girls--in a room filled with toys, boy and girl toys, and what they found was the boys DID play with the girls toys. But they boys were blowing up the house, repelling from the roof and parking their toy cars all around it. (throwing a kegger, I would assume) The girls were cooking dinner, interacting with their children and decorating a room. (rearranging the furniture around a few times, no doubt.) See, boys are just WIRED different. And it's okay. Boys don't need to be girls and girls will NEVER be boys.
SO.
I paused the TV and asked Tyler who had just walked into the room to ask if he could vacuum and mop the floors--no. not because he's the greatest kid on Earth, but because he wanted to play Xbox. Either way I win. :) tee hee. ANYWAY, I asked him do boys play with dolls? He said "no." (okay, easy question. easy answer. dig deeper.) "why not?" Because dolls are for girls. "what do boys play with?" cars, video games and remote control jeeps. (okay. fair. dig DEEPER.) "is it okay for boys to play with girl toys?" ya, because even if you play with girls toys, it's can't change you into a girl. "are you sure?" YES. God made us the way we are and we can't change that. (DING DING DING DING.)
Interesting. Let's ask the 3 year old what she thinks:
"Jessica...do boys play with dolls?" Mommy asks. Jessica smiles and laughs, "NO SILLY."
enough said.
Josh and I have had many conversations about this before and it's actually talked about in Dr. Dobson's book "Bringing Up Boys" (a MUST for ANY mom with a son--or a husband. I think I learned more about how Josh is wired than how to parent Tyler--seriously.) Dr. Dobson talks about a study they did in the early 80's when the term Unisex was invented. How a certain toy company was sued because their toy aisles were labeled "boy toys" and "girl toys" and thus "labeling" and limiting their children's options. Well they tested a.....perfect sounding number of boys and girls--in a room filled with toys, boy and girl toys, and what they found was the boys DID play with the girls toys. But they boys were blowing up the house, repelling from the roof and parking their toy cars all around it. (throwing a kegger, I would assume) The girls were cooking dinner, interacting with their children and decorating a room. (rearranging the furniture around a few times, no doubt.) See, boys are just WIRED different. And it's okay. Boys don't need to be girls and girls will NEVER be boys.
SO.
I paused the TV and asked Tyler who had just walked into the room to ask if he could vacuum and mop the floors--no. not because he's the greatest kid on Earth, but because he wanted to play Xbox. Either way I win. :) tee hee. ANYWAY, I asked him do boys play with dolls? He said "no." (okay, easy question. easy answer. dig deeper.) "why not?" Because dolls are for girls. "what do boys play with?" cars, video games and remote control jeeps. (okay. fair. dig DEEPER.) "is it okay for boys to play with girl toys?" ya, because even if you play with girls toys, it's can't change you into a girl. "are you sure?" YES. God made us the way we are and we can't change that. (DING DING DING DING.)
Interesting. Let's ask the 3 year old what she thinks:
"Jessica...do boys play with dolls?" Mommy asks. Jessica smiles and laughs, "NO SILLY."
enough said.
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