Tiny Talk Tuesday

Tiny Talk Tuesday helps parents focus on one of the many joys of parenting - the funny things that our little ones (and sometimes big ones) have to say.

Join in the fun and record the Tiny Talk overheard in your house! Publish a post on your blog and link us to the laughs. Then be sure to link to the blog carnival on this post so more bloggers can join in the fun.

The guidelines can be found here if you need them.
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Mom: (correcting T) You need to put that back. It is hers, not yours, sweetie.
K (age 7): You sure are using a lot of pronouns, Mom.
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Mommy: The Fiber One bars are gone.
T (age 5): I want some more.
Mommy: They are in the garage. I'll get some more.
T: Mommy, what do the Fiber Two bars look like?
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Mommy: D (age 2), you know how to pee pee on the big potty. Now you need to learn to poopie on the big potty. (he likes his little potty)
D: NOOOOO!
Mommy: Why won't you poopie on the big potty?
D: It's dangerous!!! You'll fall in the big hole and go down down down to the ocean.

(self preservation at its finest)
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K is not allowed to knock on the neighbor's door until 4 PM, giving her friend time to do homework and practice piano.

Today was a gorgeous day in January (RARE), so we were playing outside all afternoon. When she saw her friend come home at 3:25, she immediately asked to go over.

Mom: Honey, you have to give her time to do her school work.
K: But it is a sunny day! Soon the sun will be gone!

(yes my dear homeschooled child...you have no idea how good you have it)
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I was walking outside after getting C (7 months) and K was coming in to tell me the D got hurt.

K: He touch my bicycle and it fell over and he hurt his hand. (off she went running out the door)

I followed her out and then she dashed around to check on him.

K: (came back over to me) He is OK now. I wanted to make sure he was OK. I don't care about my bike. I care about my brother. I wanted to make sure he was fine. I can always just pick the bike back up.

Mom: That's right. Your brother is much more important than a bike.

(precious. I love when you get a glimpse of lessons as they begin to take root in their hearts)
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Your Turn:

C is dumbfounded by...

What on earth has you so baffled, C?

Oh. I see.


It's your brother.


Yeah. Three year olds baffle me sometimes, too.


Yep. He is surely up to something.

If you figure it out, C, then let me know, OK?

Raising a Boy

Dear D (age 3),

You have always loved cars.

Luckily, so did your sister, T, so we had a house full of cars! But she didn't love cars the way you love cars.


For you, the cars aren't just the means of fun transportation in a game. They are the game. Early on you began taking them all around the house with you. You began at age 2 with the yellow and pink punch buggies. Even when you were watching TV, you had your cars as your companions.

Cars have remained your favorite toy. And you know each and every one of them by description. When you go in your bed, I am often assaulted with questions about cars...

Can you get my yellow one with red lights?
Where is my orange digger?
I need the green one that goes up and down.

Most of the time, I am baffled. I have never even seen the one you are describing. But every time I head to the bin downstairs, your request is there. Because you know them all.

For awhile you carried them around in the yellow punch buggy. Then we stored them all in a backpack. But the number of cars has outgrown any type of container, as have the size of the cars.

Your cars inspire your play, even when you aren't using them. You enjoy playing "digger" even without vehicles.

You become the digger! You love to dig and dump your legos!

For Christmas this year, and your recent birthday, I told everyone that you would like anything with wheels. So you added many things to your collection, including planes.

On Christmas Eve, amidst the chaos, you were in your own world with your new plane.

Your birthday was filled with Tonka and Matchbox. Your big yellow Tonka dumptruck has been a clear favorite! You take it to bed, outside, and all over the house.

Oh my little boy, it has sure been an adventure. I will not forget the night I was picking up a few things for your birthday at Target. I found myself standing in the matchbox/hotwheels/Tonka aisle, with a strange desire to buy all of it. As I looked around, I kept thinking, "Oh, D would LOVE that!"

I had never been drawn to the car aisle before.

Then again, I have never had a three year old boy before.

And I am loving every minute of it.

Mommy

Facebook Groom denounces socializing

Apparently the groom who facebooked at the alter, the one made "famous" for his social networking isn't social at all.

Because this is the shirt he wore to Christmas Eve.




So much for social networking.

Snow Day

Way back in December, the East Coast was ROCKED with a huge snow storm! Snowfall records for December (in my home state) were smashed!

One word describes the feeling of the older three children in this house for 3 days straight...

JOY


Yes, sheer joy. Elation. Happiness. Excitement.


The kind of joy that is impervious to cold. Unable to be numbed by wind, wetness, or freezing temperatures.

The kind of joy that gives you flashbacks to your own childhood days when hours in the snow was the best way to spend your day. Even if it was just helping daddy shovel.


It was the kind of snowfall that made fort building a success!


After all, almost two feet of snow is a lot of snow.


And it makes for some huge piles when the driveway has been shovelled.


Day two brought less frigid temperatures and more hours of fun! Daddy worked hard to build a sledding track.


And it was well used by our kids...



The neighborhood kids...




and even the parents of the neighborhood kids...


It was fun all day.


And special "up late nights" of darkness and sledding



Pure fun for days. We couldn't get enough.






Hoping for another good one this season!

Tiny Talk Tuesday

Tiny Talk Tuesday helps parents focus on one of the many joys of parenting - the funny things that our little ones (and sometimes big ones) have to say.

Join in the fun and record the Tiny Talk overheard in your house! Publish a post on your blog and link us to the laughs. Then be sure to link to the blog carnival on this post so more bloggers can join in the fun.

The guidelines can be found here if you need them.
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T (age 5): (looking at her daddy's hard boiled eggs) I don't like rotten eggs.
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T's word: Opposed.
Real Word: Supposed.
In a Sentence: Daddy, you were opposed to be downstairs.
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I talked to the kids about the devestation in Haiti...

K (age 7): We need to make signs for the neighborhood that say, "Pray for Haiti".

Immeidately she and her sister began planning where to put the signs (like on the mailbox) and what neighbors to give them to.

(such precious hearts to know the source of compassion, love, and help is God)
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D (age 3) received the scanimation book, Waddle, for his birthday. Now, these scanimation books are really cool, but this particular one terrifies him.

You read through all of the cute animals who waddle, stomp, prance, and flap while you do it along with them. Then there is a summary page of all of the actions saying, "if you can waddle, stomp, flap...then you better watch out..."

You flip the page and it informs you that the alligator is going to get you. And there is the alligator with his "chomp chomp" in full animation.

My son is TERRIFIED of this book. I mean, "run across the room in terror", sort of terrified. He doesn't want to open it at all. If he sees it, he points to it and wants it gone. The look in his eyes is pure terror.

It's actually quite hilarious.
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Your Turn:

Sorry Mom

"Sorry mom that I put water in the toothpaste. I love you."

And in case you are wondering...water does destroy the toothpaste, making it a runny watery mess. BUT, there is hope. Give it a few days and it gets thick again.

Just in case you need that sort of information.

Baltimore Museum of Art

*I know this is a repeat for those of you who read my homeschool blog. But for my own publishing purposes when I get around to publishing this blog, I am putting this one on here too.*

If you take some children to the art museum for a family fun activity, then they might want a pencil and paper to draw.



And if you teach those children clay techniques...


then they might ask for some clay.

And if you give those children some clay, then they will surely make some sculptures.




And when you get home, they'll probably take over the playroom with their own art museum.



And if you let them have the playroom, then they might take over the piano with their sculpture garden.


And if you let them create this museum, then they'll lay out some rules for your visit.


As you look at this museum all week, it'll probably inspire some more discussion and creation of art. So these children will probably beg to return to the museum.

And while there, if you let them view some masterpieces...



then they might want to create their own...



But I doubt it will stop there.

Because they might learn how Matisse "painted with paper" as he got older.

And they'll probably want to try their hand at that too.







And the whole lot of it will probably end up in your house, filling your mantle and covering your walls.

And probably framed in the basement.

Then you'll know, without a doubt, that you are raising artists.

(The Baltimore Museum of Art offers FREE kids art activities every Sunday from 2-4 PM. The schedule is is listed with a different topic each week. Admission to the museum is also free. I highly encourage anyone located in the area to take advantage of these amazing programs! You'll see us for Cezanne in April.)