My grandmother had passed away during a particularly wet January. The cemetery had placed AstroTurf leading from the curb to the ceremony site. I was sitting in the front row with my two-year-old son. My father approached, and as he did, the water came through the turf. As he took each step toward us, we could see the water around the base of his shoes. My son pointed and yelled, Read the rest of this entry
“Mom, kids run faster than grown ups,” my five-year-old daughter announced to me.
“I don’t think that’s true,” I replied.
“It is true because at bed time, I tell Daddy, ‘Whoever gets to my room first gets to get in my bed,’ and Read the rest of this entry
It all started with the nighttime prayers when my five-year-old prayed that her bothersome loose tooth would come out soon. It was only a little bit loose, mind you.
Then, at tooth brush time, for the first time in days, she didn’t say, “Be careful of my loose tooth.” She had been saying this at every teeth brushing for the past several days. At the previous brushing, I finally told her, “I know. You don’t have to tell me every time,” with just the slightest bit of irritation.
As you’ve probably already guessed, because she didn’t say it, I forgot about the loose tooth and managed to clock it with the princess electric toothbrush she got from the dentist. Ah, the irony.
It started bleeding and was now very loose. I grabbed a square of toilet paper to wrap around it, and, naturally, the tooth fell out between my fingers. She mewed a bit when I showed it to her. “See how quickly God answered your prayer?!” She actually perked at that.
Invisible high-five for me.
Tucked snuggly in her bed, tooth safely stowed under her pillow, the bleeding having stopped, my daughter said, Read the rest of this entry
I recently shared a cute story about my oldest here (and probably in multiple other posts on this blog), but last night my second child, the five-year-old, did a couple of things worth sharing. The first is cute. The second is, well, see for yourself.
After tucking L. into her bed last night, I bid my final farewell from the doorway. “Good night, Sweet Pea,” I said.
“Mom, what’s your favorite kind of fruit,” she suddenly asked me.
“Uuum… Probably strawberries,” I responded, somewhat puzzled. Read the rest of this entry
Why do we celebrate Father’s Day?
Son (5½): Cause it’s like having an extra birthday for grown ups.
Daughter (3): Because I like it!
What kind of present do you think Daddy wants for Father’s Day?
Son: A book. Like, some sort of Encyclopedia Britannica kind of book.
Daughter: Some paper.
What are some of the things Daddy does for our family?
Son: He plays with us. Also, he fixes stuff and vacuums the floor sometimes.
Daughter: He reads books and tells us lizard stories. He gives us back rubs.
Me: How is your dad different from other dads?
Son: He lives in our house.
Daughter: His talking. Read the rest of this entry
Our 3-year-old recently acquired “days of the week” panties, which are helping her learn the names of days. When we returned from Mass on the third week of Advent, she went to change her underwear and asked excitedly, Read the rest of this entry
Years ago, I was at the laundromat with my newly potty trained grandson. At one point he informed me that he needed to go to the bathroom. I took him, helped with his clothes, etc. and then decided I needed to go, too.
When I was finished, he put his hand on my shoulder and said, Read the rest of this entry
“I love you, Mommy. I take good care of you.” Lucy, 4
“You know what today is mom? TGIF, Ta Ta For Now!” Charlie, 5
Dad: “Do you think you would like to play an instrument some day?” Gemma, 6: “Yeah.” “How about a cello?” Gemma, laughing, “Noooo, that’s silly! You can’t play a jello!” Read the rest of this entry
While studying the Corporal Works of Mercy this morning, my five-year-old daughter wondered, Read the rest of this entry
My three-year-old found a hat and put it on the one-year-old, then she helped her little sister toddle out to living room to display her to the rest of us: my husband, myself and, and our five-year-old. We all thought the baby looked very cute. But our oldest daughter gave the greatest praise Read the rest of this entry