Friday, September 30, 2005
the mind of a 6 year old
"No, not right now."
"Why is it called 'hot chocolate'?"
"Because it's hot."
"Well, because it's chocolate and milk, and it's warmed up."
"But why is it called chocolate?"
"Because it has chocolate in it." (I'm trying not to say it sarcastically now.)
"Like little chocolate candies?"
"Uh, kind of." (Do I really want to explain what cocoa powder is right now? I don't think so.)
"Wow! Now I get it - 'hot', because it's hot, and 'chocolate', because it's chocolate! Thanks, mom!"
And that, folks, is the mind of six year old.
Thursday, September 29, 2005
Yesterday Emmie brought me the little bouquet of flowers that go in the bathroom saying "Mmmm-mmm, i-keam cone!" It is cone-shaped.
Logan sat down to color a few minutes ago and he said "I'm going to create a masterpiece!"
Last night after awana we were in Jeff's office and the kids each had a piece of candy. A little boy was outside the door and I overheard Riley telling him about how they each had a piece "except my mom because she's losing weight." They tell everyone everything, don't they?
Thursday, September 22, 2005
Emmie said "it all gone!"
It isn't that bad, just shoulder length.
Emmie sings "The eensy-weensy spider" now - it's too cute.
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
Logan drew this for Josh (note the name - he copied it from my writing it on another sheet of paper). According to Logan, this is two cars (with guys in them) and the red car is shooting (although not specifically at the green car).
the three had a little down-time with Elmo - Jeff wanted the picture of them sharing two chairs with Em in the middle
This was Logan's first soccer practice - they had a game after this and he scored a goal and had a blast
Anyway, at the check-out counter the shoe guy gave Riley and Logan clown noses (see below) in spite of their behavior.
Emmie looked at Logan and said "It Logan honky nose, mamma!"
Other Emmie-made adjectives include (when it rains and our van door rattles as we drive) "It a wiggly noise, mamma!"
Sunday, September 18, 2005
Monday, September 05, 2005
our recent insect acquisition
Riley read Dr. Seuss' The Foot Book tonight with very little help. She's doing well reading. Loves first grade. She has such an upbeat personality, too - she bounces back from stuff really well. She's a great kid.
Logan is my little engineer still. He's always trying to make stuff with rubber bands and scraps of things. He designs buildings when he plays with blocks, and when he colors it's rockets and fire trucks and race cars. Total boy-o. He split his lip open on Friday - he was running through the house, I was just about to tell him to stop when Riley came around the corner...thirty minutes later we're at the pediatricians trying to see if he needs it stitched. (He didn't.) It resembles a hamburger.
Emmie is talking like a nut - in the car tonight she was chattering and said "a-b-c-8-9-10." She can count to ten, has (at least once) counted to twelve. She's only 21 months! Her latest craze is that she wants to play the computer games Riley and Logan do - Logan left the computer today and she said "Emmie pay game, Emmie do it" with her hand on the mouse. Among other oft-repeated phrases is "cut it out, Logan!" and "Lo-lo, where are you? Wiwey, where are you?" She follows them around (often right into trouble.)
Emmie with her "i-cone i-ceam" rocking in bliss (it's not blood, it's ridiculously colored red blue and yellow "superman" ice cream)
they had "ice cream specials" (according to Logan) - in cones, with sprinkles - tonight (that's the beauty of digital - take the picture, put it online, and grandparents scattered across the East Coast have instant gratification!)
Thursday, September 01, 2005
We got them each a Bible (except Emmie whose verse is still "Thy words were sweet and I did eat them"). ESV, about 4'x6', and they're pretty stoked on picking out their own colors. Don't make me point out what ought to be obvious as far as whose is whose. Logan cried because he didn't get to "use" his on Sunday.
Riley drew this and cut it out all around the truck for Logan - "here Logan, I made this for you" to which he responded "uh, it's okay, you can have it Mom." Riley then clarified, "no, I made it special for you, Logan." "It's okay, Mom can have it, I don't like the girl." It's a girl driving an 18-wheeler...
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