In the last couple of weeks have I thought in my mind. I should blog about that. Then I create the wonderfully word crafted post {in my mind} , smile, then am on my way again, only to have a blank mind when I sit down to the computer. So no word wizardry going on here...but I feel I need to break the blog ice again so I can get in another rhythm going. So randomness here I come.
Some favorite sayings of Ethan over the last two weeks.
'YEAH FOR ME!' Then I say 'Yeah for You!' and he says 'No, MOM, YEAH FOR ME' Yeah you are right. This conversation happens after every successful restroom trip. And I've been hearing it a lot so 'Yeah for me!'
Ethan's been a bit clumsy lately but he is also tough so when he falls down he'll say "Wow...that was kinda scary." Pick himself up and walk away. Only to get two steps turn around and run to me with tears in his eyes for a hug. I love that he is 'big and brave' but that he also needs his Mommy's hugs.
Can I bottle this age? I know only too well that it is only fleeting. Here's to remembering that--always.
Savanna cracked me up a few days ago too. She was looking through a scrapbook I made for her when she pointed to a picture of her and laughed. Then she said, "That was back when I loved you Mom." [Thanks I think] So I said, "Do you love me now" 'No', she answered. I said, 'Well I still love you.' A little while later she came back with a different picture and said, 'I love you as much as I did in this picture, but not as much as I love Daddy because we have the same birthday.' Whew glad to be back on the loved list...but totally understand how priorities work. :)
I went on an awesome Field Work with Tim on Tuesday and I'm going on a 6 mile hike with the 6-9th graders tomorrow. So I DO have some cool pictures to share...just not ready yet.
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Yeah for you! That is a fun age.
Good luck on your hike...WOW!
Oh ya, I do that too. I've got all these neat things in my head, but when I go to type them up...BLANK!
Carolyn was telling me a story she made up one day and I was listening intently when suddenly she said, "Then my nice mom died" and continued with the story. I was SHOCKED and questioned her, "What am I?" and she said to wait a minute. She went on with me still reeling then said, "Then my mean mom died... and then I got you." So I'm somewhere in the middle of nice mom and mean mom I guess.
So you're somewhere between the favorite and not loved. Love that she equates it to pictures. :)
Good for Ethan. Yeah for you!
I love the "brave" boy that falls down and picks himself up, but the tender side that needs a hug. Love that!
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