My husband called down into the basement to wish our 8 year old daughter a good morning. Her response…
How many of you know what this is? I suppose it could pass for a crochet needle, but it’s actually an orange peeler. My girls never cease to surprise me by their odd questions, even at this age. Lol…. 😉
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As a child, I never quite understand the purpose or point of imaginary friends. Maybe it was the fact that I disliked the real friends I had so much, that there was no possible way I would have ever wanted to make more of them in imaginary form. All of my children have had imaginary friends, so it sort of got me wondering why I never did. Have any of you ever had an imaginary friend?
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I was having a conversation with my 15 yr. old daughter, about how everyone has their own strengths and weaknesses. We came to the conclusion, that we must accept the simple fact, that we can’t possibly do everything.
My daughter had to add this…
Brianna – “Hey mom, even Jesus can’t do everything…”
Me – “What do you mean sweetie?”
Brianna – Well, he can’t sin!”
Me – “Oh, good point!” Lol…
~Autumn Cook (Age 8)
*Which she proudly proclaimed while saying goodnight, with kisses and bear hugs to boot! I just hope the teen years go this well! Lol… 😉
And yes, that’s really her in the photo.
I am the oldest of three and grew up with a sister who is seven years younger than me. I can still remember the very first time our mother served my sister a chicken leg for dinner. She was probably about four years old, and she looked up at our mother, with her innocent baby blue eyes, and in her teeny tiny voice she said,
Everyone promptly burst out laughing and it’s been something which none of us have ever forgotten. I really wish I would have written down more of the things my own girls have said over the years. There were a ton of funny things, but sadly I can’t remember the majority of them anymore.
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Here’s what my daughter Brianna had to say as she was trying to cheer me up…
Brianna – “Mom, there’s one good thing about being sick, eventually you get better! So be glad for that! Unless of course you die…”
Me – “Oh that makes me feel a ton better!” Lol….
As I was leaving my daughter’s bedroom tonight after tucking her into bed, she called out to me in her sweet quiet little voice, and said, “I’m so glad I have you as my mom.” Of course, I had to rush right back in and give her another hug. She is just too precious for words. Thank you God, for blessings such as these.
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This just popped up on my Facebook page a few days ago. It’s a memory from three years ago. I still remember this like it was yesterday. Still makes me laugh!
March 9, 2014 –
Well, my day was full of a few laughs… Hubby thought he was bleeding to death from a giant hole on the bottom of his foot, when he realized in actuality, that it was only a smashed chocolate chip which he had somehow stepped on.
Then, our daughter Autumn came home from church with a smiley faced toy they had given her. She took one look at it and said… “This thing doesn’t even have a nose on its face… idiots!” I guess the manufacturer of that particular toy, just cannot impress this 5 yr old one bit! Now I’m off to bed, goodnight all! ~M
*An actual question posed by one of my daughters. Lol….
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My daughter’s love books as much as I do, and so to suggest getting rid of any books in the house is strictly forbidden. Well, somehow I forgot this simple rule this morning. I have been trying to declutter our house and the girls have so many books, that some of them are even piled on the floor in their bedroom. So I was merely suggesting to my third born (15), that instead of getting another bookshelf (we have 8 in our house already) that perhaps we might instead, just go through some of the books and get rid of a few.
Well, within about two seconds of uttering those forbidden words, my forth born (8), comes running down the hallway towards the bedroom. With a complete look of bewilderment upon her face, she stood there in the doorway looking at me and then to her sister. Then with hands on her hips, she said, “What’s going on here?!?” I’m sure if she’d been older, the word “Hell” would have been included in that question.
Anyway, after seeing the confused looks upon both of their faces, I decided to say nothing more and dropped the subject altogether. I suppose another bookshelf is in order. Sigh… 🙄
The Daily Post prompt – Simple
I thought I’d lost someone today. Someone who has filled a void in my heart, like nobody else ever has. I can’t imagine going through the rest of my life without this sweet person. They mean the world to me and have become my closest and most trusted confidant. I have never had a friend quite like this particular one, and the thought of losing them left me feeling heartbroken.
I tried to go about my day as usual, but eventually the tears erupted for the millionth time and I could no longer hold back how terrible I felt. My hubby tried to console me, tried to reassure me that I hadn’t lost them. And yet I’m still not quite sure where I stand.
My daughter Autumn came up to me this morning and asked me what she should draw for art class. Thinking about how happy this friend of mine has always made me feel, I told her to draw what makes her the happiest. A little while later, she brought back this picture of me and her. It was the sweetest gesture and a drawing I will always treasure, because happiness to her, means her and me together.
Happiness is always about having those special people in our lives that mean the most to us. We cannot even hope for anything better. So to my dear friend C… If you by chance happen to read this. You will always be a treasured friend to me and I love you as if you are part of my family. I prayed my whole life for somebody like you, so please don’t ever forget how much you mean to me.
Love, ~M xoxo
It was early New Year’s Eve morning. A knock on my bedroom door, and a small little voice alerted me to the fact that something wasn’t quite right. The little voice proceeded to make her way into the bedroom, and with a very firm and demanding tone she said, “Mommy, you need to take me to the doctors right now!”
I immediately flung myself out of the bed and ran to my littlest daughter. I expected blood to be trailing off somewhere, maybe from a missing limb or a fractured skull. Not seeing the cause for such an alarm, I asked her what was wrong. She said, “Mommy, come here! I’ll show you!” In which she proceeded to drag me to the other side of the house and into the bathroom we went. “See mommy look! My poop is all big and messy and I had to sit in here for a whole hour!”
Her eyes were crazy and wild looking, as she seemed to have no concept or recollection of ever having diarrhea in her entire life. I almost started to laugh, as her demanding little face pleaded with me to help her make some sense of this agonizing experience. So I began to explain to this child of eight, that she just had a stomach bug, and that she would soon be better. I ended up giving her some anti-diarrheal medicine, sat her in front of the television, and told her that no matter what, she was not to eat anything until her stomach righted itself.
Well since it was still so early, I decided to go back to bed and see if I could get a few more minutes of shut eye in before enduring further chaos. Climbing back into bed, my husband proceeded to tell me that she had been throwing up several hours earlier. I was completely shocked by his statement and I said, “What do you mean? Where was I? And who cleaned everything up? He just simply smiled and said, “I took care of it all, I didn’t want to wake you up.”
I was completely dumbfounded by the fact that I had not woken up and even more shocked that my husband had cleaned everything up by himself. To imagine him enduring that grueling task all by himself, made me feel so very guilty for not being there, and blessed at the same time, for having a husband who would attend to such a mess himself.
Now that a week has passed, I was sure we had sailed that ship, and didn’t expect to see the boat return so quickly. And yet unfortunately, there was another reoccurrence of the entire event last night. Only this time, hubby was at work, and I was left to attend to my poor child who was squirting from both ends.
Of course I’ve told all of you before, Autumn is my happy child. Always smiling, always thankful, and through it all, she was thanking me for helping her, and smiling up at me and snuggling next to me, once the squirting eventually stopped. This time she seemed like she had a better handle on what was going on, and didn’t seem so eager to rush to the emergency room.
Fortunately, my daughter Autumn is rarely sick, and so the week before had been the very first time in her eight year old life that she had experienced any kind of a flu bug. I’m guessing that nursing her for the first two years of her life, is the reason behind her incredible immunity to illness. I nursed her the longest and it really has made a difference when I compare her to my other daughters and how often they were all sick.
Anyway, today I am thankful for a child who can still find something to smile about, despite having the stomach flu, and I am thankful for a husband who surprised me last week, and took on a task that most people would shudder to do. This time around, I sure was missing his help, and I am so tired today because of being up all night. Fortunately my daughter is feeling better once more, and I’m just hoping and praying that we don’t have another repeat of this in another week.
Hope all of you are having a fantastic week and starting the New Year off on the right foot. Remember when things don’t go as planned, tomorrow is a new day. A chance to start over, another opportunity to get over the many hurdles, and carry on with God’s plan for your life. It may not always be rosy, and you may face a few battles. Just don’t ever give up! Love you guys so much. Hang in there, the weekend is finally here! ~M xoxo
Don’t get me wrong here, I love my girls to the moon and back. However, I’ve come to the conclusion, that the reason most parents don’t warn their own children about having babies, is simply because they realize that if they do, the human population would eventually cease to exist.
It’s not so much about the infant or toddler years. Heck, even the grammar school age is fairly simple. But the teenage years and a little beyond that….. Yes, those are the years I should have been forewarned about! Plus, parents don’t warn their children about having kids, because they have to be able to get even somehow! Lol….
Anyway, my children are driving me insane right now, and if God doesn’t intervene soon, I may not make it through the end of this month! I am dealing with a wedding this week. Yes, my second oldest this time around. And if my two oldest daughters can’t be civil with one another, I fear I may not survive!
Just a few more weeks…. I’m home free after December 31st! Hope I last that long! 😉