Things to Think About

Playing with Fire

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The oldest just turned six. Apparently, that makes him all grown up.

Son: Can I light the charcoal?

Mom: Uhhhhh....

Son: Dad let me do it!

Mom: Errrrr....

Son: MOM! I'm six years old! I'm practically an adult!!

Surprise Vacation Little-House-Style

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Don't give the kids any advanced notice.

Pro: No whining "Is it Friday yet? Can we go to California yet?"

Con: Didn't get my Mother's Day gift the oldest made in Kindergarten.

Let them think they are going to visit Grandma (either one, take your pick)

*Run the risk of them being disappointed. Oh wait, be disappointed because you are at Legoland, instead of Grandma's??? They got over it.

Borrow books on CD from the library. Oh, I love the library. Where have you been all my life?

*Heard Charlotte's Web an uncountable number of times. My children now call themselves Fern & Avery and the baby gets to be Wilbur. Lucky him.

Driving south feels different. It's been so long since I've done so. Even the oldest tried to convince us we were going the wrong way.

*Coming back from the south gets noticeably hotter as we near the place we call home. Why, oh why do we live in the desert?

Changed a poopy diaper out in the "open" at L-land. Tried to find a secluded spot, but I had passers-by anyways. I'm sure I disgusted them.

*Pooing beach sand for the next few days upon returning home. Yum.

The almost-four-year-old daughter was just barely too short (I'm talking millimieters) to go on three rides.

*I've got words for whoever came up with some of those restrictions.

Surprise Vacation: I'd do it again. It was good fun. Much needed and well worth it.

Kissing the Babies

She tucked each one in, arranging them so carefully, nine assorted dolls and stuffed animals on one American Girl doll bed. One Dora the Explorer, one we call Saphira, one Strawberry Shortcake & one Lemon Meringue, one FunShine Bear, one pink baby, one Dreft bunny, one pink teddy bear, one lion Beanie Baby, and lastly one butterfly Beanie Baby perched on top of Felicity's bed. No, no Felicity doll, just the bed. She tucked each one in and kissed them each good-night. Kiss, kiss, kiss, nine kisses all around and one more through the drapes for good measure.

Antics of a Five Year Old

Pillow in the Fridge. Because he wanted it to be cold.
Passing the time on a Sunday morning. Not very conducive to having the Spirit in our house.

Wind

22 mph gusts, that is.

The children were afraid to go to sleep. Afraid the house would blow over.

Medicine for the Soul

My son hands me a dandelion as a sweet smile spread across his face. Then he hugs me around the waist and says "I love you Mom." Of course I hug him back and shower him with kisses.

Later that night he asked if he could tuck into my bed. He asked me to lay with him. He asked which side was my side. He said I was pretty. He patted my back. He hugged me. He fell asleep knowing that I was right by his side.