My 18-month-old daughter kept pointing to the full moon in the book Goodnight Moon and then at the crescent-shaped one on the wall that the cow was jumping over. My husband decided to supply her with, “Well, Sweetheart, sometimes the moon is full when the earth is not blocking it from the sun, and the crescent shape comes from when…[yada yada yada...]” When he finished he said, “Do you understand?”
She nodded her head diligently.
Then I said, “Daddy, Read the rest of this entry
Faucet in a Japanese park (Wikipedia) That’s not water, kid.
When my son was nearing two-years-old, we decided it was time to start the process of potty training. The first step in this procedure was the “show and tell” portion. Well, my son decided the “show” part was pretty cool. In fact, he thought dad had a built in faucet, and that it was a good time to Read the rest of this entry
Taking a nap (Photo credit: JohnFinn)
My nearly three-year-old daughter is transitioning away from taking naps. She yawns in the afternoons but isn’t tired enough to actually fall asleep. When she laid down on the couch and pulled a blanket on herself, I held my arms out to her and asked, “Do you want me to carry you to your room for a nap?”
She brushed my hands away and said, Read the rest of this entry
This mom has it easy.
Tonight my three-year-old son said to me, “Momma, you’re nice. Thank you for wiping my butt. Yeah, because I can’t reach my butt, and you help me. You’re so Read the rest of this entry
My two-year-old ran outside announcing, “I have shoes on! I have shoes on!” I was pleased that she remembered that step for once. Unfortunately, Read the rest of this entry
Dang, this thing looks good! Who wants to join me for coffee and a muffin? (A Starbucks Coffee muffin Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Some of you may have seen this already, but I’m sure it’s worth another read. It was sent to me by a follower for your entertainment. (Thank you, Ginny!)
If You Give a Mom a Muffin
If you give a mom a muffin, she’ll want a cup of coffee to go with it. So she’ll pour herself some.
The coffee will get spilled by her three year old. She’ll wipe it up.
Wiping up the floor, she will find some dirty socks. She’ll remember she has to do some laundry. Read the rest of this entry
Plastic Lei (Photo credit: sandy.redding)
After a luau-themed school picnic, my seven-year-old came home with several different colors of plastic leis. When her two-year-old “Queen of Destruction” sister grabbed a hold of one, she became very nervous. Trying to pull it away would almost ensure a torn lei and asking nicely for its safe return having proved fruitless, she instructed her little sister, “Don’t break or tear it.”
The younger, bent on the mess potential all this frilly plastic could create, but still wanting to be obedient to her big sister, responded, Read the rest of this entry