The entire family got into our bed this morning for a Saturday morning snuggle fest. Aubrey (4) curled up next to me, kissed my cheek and said, “Momma, I love you even with your stinky morning breath…”
THAT is true love!
Nudge The Nest & Pray They Fly
by Robin
The entire family got into our bed this morning for a Saturday morning snuggle fest. Aubrey (4) curled up next to me, kissed my cheek and said, “Momma, I love you even with your stinky morning breath…”
THAT is true love!
by Robin
I was praying out loud this morning as I was making sandwiches for the girls’ lunches. (It’s called multi-tasking!) Aubrey came in the kitchen to finish her Cheerios and heard me…
Aubrey: What are you doing, Momma? Who are you talking to?
Me: I’m praying. I’m just talking to God…
Aubrey:OH! Well, you keep doing that. He really likes it when you talk to Him!
by Robin
Out of the clear blue sky this morning, Aubrey offered some words of wisdom about the differences between Mommies and Daddies.
Aubrey: “Mommies understand, Daddies don’t understand.”
Me: “What do Mommies understand?”
Aubrey: “Mommies understand talking to little girl children but Daddies don’t know how to listen…”
She is FOUR. That’s all I’m saying.
by Robin
I got the girls a few little treats to celebrate Easter. One of their prizes was a plastic chicken that can be filled with egg shaped bubble gum. You wind it up and the chicken waddles around and “lays” eggs.
The girls were sitting at the kitchen table playing (they have pjs but would rather wear The Shirt Off My Back) while The Best Husband in the EN-TIRE world made breakfast. They were making their chickens “talk” to one another and Aubrey’s(4) chicken said, “Hey, I got all my children up my butt!”
Oh, but haven’t we all felt that way before?!
Today isn’t about plastic chickens or chocolate bunnies, it’s about the greatest miracle this world has ever seen. The resurrection of Jesus Christ! Happy Easter!
by Robin
I bought Sadie a Bumbo Seat for Easter. (They are great little chairs that help babies to sit up and strengthen the muscles they need to learn to crawl.) She’s only 3 months old, so a chocolate bunny isn’t going to do her a lot of good, unless I eat it! And bless her little heart, with 2 older sisters, everything she has to her name is a hand-me-down.
Of course if there is ANYTHING new in the house, Aubrey(4) and Emma(2) are going to fight over it. Even if it’s not their’s. Sadie had her time in the Bumbo, and as soon as she was out of it the fighting began.
What exactly they were fighting over is beyond me…the chair is too small for either one of them. After a good 5 minutes of shrieking and carrying on, I snatched the Bumbo out of the middle of their tug-of-war and put it in “toy time-out,” i.e., the top of the entertainment center.
Aubrey and Emma cried and fussed for a few more minutes while I finished making lunch. Then they got quiet. Very quiet. TOO quiet. I tiptoed into our living room and hid (yes, I hid from 2 toddlers so I could spy on them.) I listened as they whispered and plotted on how they were going to get the chair off the top of our 7 foot tall entertainment center. They had my broom, and a detailed plan of how they were going to knock it down.
I jumped up from behind the wall, scaring the BEJEZZUS out of both of them and yelled, “WHAT do you think you’re doing?”
They jumped about a mile, dropped the broom and Aubrey said without even a glance at her sister…”We were just talking about elephants!”
by Robin
We are smack dab in the middle of a game of hide and seek. Yes, even as I type, my kids are scrambling around the house trying to find someplace to hide. Aubrey ran out of the room and yelled: Hurry Momma! Count to 2!
Me: 1…2.
Aubrey: Oh, oh, wait. Count to 3!
by Robin
Emma (2) and Sadie (3 mos) were still napping. I had already started cooking dinner and was waiting for water to boil so I sat down at the computer to get some work/writing done.
I was clacking away on my laptop, Aubrey(4) walked through the room and said, “That dinner’s not going to cook by itself, you know.”
As I started laughing, she walked out of the room, looked over her shoulder and said, “You’re not right. You’re just a little bit wrong, you know.”