I had to laugh
One of the 4,125,839 things I didn't know about parenting going into it was how much my kids would make me laugh...
... like when we were browsing through a quiet local store, and my daughter began to belt out one line from the Seeds Family Worship CD we'd been listening to in the car. And which line was it? "For the wages of sin is death. For the wages of sin is death. For the wages of sin is death." and I laughed.
... like when she beckoned me with serious face and come-hither finer-gestures, saying "Mama, could you step over here so we could have a little chat." I laughed.
... like when she was playing Hide-and-go-seek with 2 little friends, and instead of counting to ten while the other one hid, she and Charis curled up in the corner and prayed to find Aletheia. Mostly, they prayed a jumbled assortment of the Lord's prayer, with some other strange phrases thrown in. and I laughed.
... like when she walked into the kitchen and announced "Mama, I prayed to God in my bed for a baby sister." (gulp). She told me she'd like it to be born on her birthday so they could be twins. I explained that twins not only had the same birthday, but it meant that the babies had to grow in their mommy's tummy at the same time. And besides which - we couldn't choose whether babies would be boys or girls... and how would she feel if she got a baby boy? She thought on this for a while, and told me she would be praying to God in her bed for twins now: a baby boy and a baby girl. I laughed (and silently was thankful that sometimes God says 'no' to our requests).
... like how Callum is in the 'announcing' phase of his speech development. Every action is accompanied by a one-word announcement on what he is doing at the time. So, while playing hide-and-go-seek, Callum's blow-by-blow commentary sounds like this: "Running!! Racing!! Hiding!! Ham I? (where am I?). eek-boo! (peek-a-boo). FOUNDIT!" I laugh every time.
... like discovering that my son has learned how to open nail polish bottles. I had my nail kit on the floor and was removing old polish. I turned around 30 seconds later to discover that Callum had selected his color and painted himself electric blue from waist to toe. He was semi-smurf. I leapt on him with a wad of cotton wool and acetone and started to rapidly wipe him down... and then realized a few seconds later what I must have been saying as I worked since he started to parrot: "dammit. dammit. dammit". And then, I REALLY laughed.
... like when we were browsing through a quiet local store, and my daughter began to belt out one line from the Seeds Family Worship CD we'd been listening to in the car. And which line was it? "For the wages of sin is death. For the wages of sin is death. For the wages of sin is death." and I laughed.
... like when she beckoned me with serious face and come-hither finer-gestures, saying "Mama, could you step over here so we could have a little chat." I laughed.
... like when she was playing Hide-and-go-seek with 2 little friends, and instead of counting to ten while the other one hid, she and Charis curled up in the corner and prayed to find Aletheia. Mostly, they prayed a jumbled assortment of the Lord's prayer, with some other strange phrases thrown in. and I laughed.
... like when she walked into the kitchen and announced "Mama, I prayed to God in my bed for a baby sister." (gulp). She told me she'd like it to be born on her birthday so they could be twins. I explained that twins not only had the same birthday, but it meant that the babies had to grow in their mommy's tummy at the same time. And besides which - we couldn't choose whether babies would be boys or girls... and how would she feel if she got a baby boy? She thought on this for a while, and told me she would be praying to God in her bed for twins now: a baby boy and a baby girl. I laughed (and silently was thankful that sometimes God says 'no' to our requests).
... like how Callum is in the 'announcing' phase of his speech development. Every action is accompanied by a one-word announcement on what he is doing at the time. So, while playing hide-and-go-seek, Callum's blow-by-blow commentary sounds like this: "Running!! Racing!! Hiding!! Ham I? (where am I?). eek-boo! (peek-a-boo). FOUNDIT!" I laugh every time.
... like discovering that my son has learned how to open nail polish bottles. I had my nail kit on the floor and was removing old polish. I turned around 30 seconds later to discover that Callum had selected his color and painted himself electric blue from waist to toe. He was semi-smurf. I leapt on him with a wad of cotton wool and acetone and started to rapidly wipe him down... and then realized a few seconds later what I must have been saying as I worked since he started to parrot: "dammit. dammit. dammit". And then, I REALLY laughed.
posted by Bronwyn at 1:20 pm
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OH MY GOODNESS. The hilarity. Laughing from here!!!
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