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My little lady

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For no other reason, I suppose, than because she could, my adorable three-year-old stood up on her chair during dinner, lifted her dress above her head and yelled, Read the rest of this entry

Kids are very observant.

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Biggest Butt Ever!

The caption on this photo was “Biggest Butt Ever!” That’s so rude to have taken this picture, but at least he didn’t say it out loud!

While we were living in an apartment, we didn’t know many of our neighbors, as I was one of the few stay-at-home moms around during the day.  We did come to recognize many faces, though, even though not personally acquainted.  One of these familiar faces belonged to a very heavy woman, whom my husband and three-year-old son found themselves standing behind in a grocery store check out line one fateful day. Read the rest of this entry

Lost and Found

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Police Car

Sheriff to the rescue!

A county sheriff was explaining that it can take ten minutes to ten hours or more to find a lost child. He responded when a mother called saying she couldn’t find one of her children. The sheriff went to her house. She had eight children, and he could see from the doorway that the house was, in his words, “disheveled.” He asked if he could look around. He found

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“I have no idea where she learned that word,” the mother says innocently

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At dinner one night, we had potatoes and various vegetables with our meal. Seeing the proximity in color between the potatoes and cauliflower made me remember the time when my husband was heating up some left over mashed potatoes. Much to his chagrin while eating them, he discovered a rogue piece of cauliflower amongst his spuds, masterly disguising itself as a fellow tuber.

When I reminded him of that incident, my eight-year-old daughter said, “And when you found it, did you say, Read the rest of this entry

The excitement we had at church on Sunday

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My husband is so lucky that we only have girls. Whenever we’re out someplace public like the zoo, Legoland, a grocery store, or church, and a child has to go to the bathroom, it’s automatically the female parent who has to take her. Yeah for me.

This especially came in handy (for my husband) at church Sunday when one child announced, never quietly, that she needed to pee. Of course, we always make them go before we leave home, but as she is relatively new to the potty trained world, I wasn’t taking my chances on her sincerity,  ploy to avoid some pew time or not.

When we left the bathroom, she swiftly yanked her arm away from me so she could run to the back of the church, make a U-turn around the end of the row of pews, and stream back down the center aisle to our seats near the front. Awesome.

And of course, I had barely gotten back to my place when Read the rest of this entry

Thank Heaven for little girls

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While sitting with some other moms at my son’s baptism reception, one of them alerted me to the fact that the kids were playing with a doll–a gender specific doll. A group of little girls were giggling while watching my seven-year-old daughter make her male doll Read the rest of this entry

Everyone needs to do his or her part

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Scotch Whisky Old Smuggler

Scotch Whiskey Old Smuggler (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

At my children’s Sunday School class, their teacher, a friend of mine who relayed to me this story, was teaching a lesson on stewardship. “One example of stewardship is when you do something for someone else,” she told the class. “It’s kind of like having a job. Do any of you have jobs?” she asked them. My ten-year-old daughter raised her hand and said, “I have a job. My dad pays me to Read the rest of this entry

Not something you normally see at church

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lemon coconut snowballs

I’m sure many mothers out there know that when your child is eating something, while you are out and about, and that item falls on the ground, without a nearby trash can, that item will end up in the nearest pocket of your diaper bag, where it is promptly forgotten, usually turning into crumbs by the time it is discovered again.

This occurred when on of my children was eating a traditional white, round Christmas cookie. It fell on the ground, was quickly stowed in my bag, and forgotten. If only it had been smooshed into crumbs.

At church, several days later, upon finding our pew, I leaned to pick up the toddler from the aisle, diaper bag on my shoulder, when the forgotten cookie rolled out onto the middle of the floor. My excited three-year-old daughter, knowing this cookie only by its irreverent family nickname, exclaimed loudly, Read the rest of this entry

Oooooooh. So close!

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For the first time ever I am reblogging someone else’s post. Woohoo! That’s right, folks. I thought this story was just that good, and befitting of a blog titled, Parenting is Funny. So, with the permission of “Lexiesnana,” here is her post “It’s Passed Down” from her blog, thekovies:

Timken Roller Bearing Co., calendar, September...

Timken Roller Bearing Co., calendar, September 1950, teacher at desk (Photo credit: George Eastman House)

Two Sundays ago they made an announcement at church that one of my kid’s teachers from our church school was celebrating twenty five years in the teaching service. I remember the first time I met her because most of my kids had her as a teacher.

Back in the day all the teachers would come to visit you before school started at your home. It wasn’t too hard on them because we were a very little church school and most of the kids had siblings there so they could kill more than one  bird with a stone. (I love that saying)

This particular visit was exciting for me because Miss Bach, who is now the one celebrating twenty five years, was bringing a new teacher with her. I cleaned and cleaned, and the house was spotless. I made cookies and I gave the kids a talking to be on their best behavior.

jnkkdg 001This little dude was home and sitting on my lap pretty much the whole time. Good boy that he was, he only left once, and that was to go to the bathroom. Read the rest of this entry

Now that’s desperation

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Coffee cup icon (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

My five-year-old drew me a picture depicting flowers, princesses, and heart-shaped balloons. Below them was a whole lotta brown. I asked, “Is that dirt?” She replied, “No, that’s a puddle of Read the rest of this entry