20 January 2010

Tell Us A Joke

I've taught Drew a couple jokes. He's pretty good at telling the knock-knock joke I taught him:


Yesterday, while I was making peanut butter and jam sandwiches, I tried to teach him a new joke:
Q: What did one Strawberry say to the other strawberry?
A: Looks like we're in a jam here!

Drew sort of laughed, then his eyes got really wide as he regarded the jar of jam on the counter and asked me, "Are there talking strawberries in there?"

19 January 2010

This Is Pretty Cool

I've posted before about the registering for the Bone Marrow Donor list. Today, I noticed a Facebook status update of one of the young women from church. She's in eight grade, and for a school service project, she set up a bone marrow registry drive. Her goal was to get 26 people to sign up for the registry; she got 45! She was interviewed by the local news stations. There wasn't a code to embed the video into this post, so click here to watch it.

15 January 2010

Rent A Kid

A couple years ago, some friends of ours asked if they could borrow Samantha for a night or two so he could prove to his wife that she did not want another kid. Well, of course, we're always more than happy to pawn our kids off on other people help out a friend. The problem was, Samantha decided to be really well behaved for those two days, so the wife still thought she wanted a baby, and almost had our friend convinced.
After we had Samantha, David and I decided we're fairly convinced that we're done. No more kids for us. Well, I was only fairly convinced, David was completely convinced. Lately I've been feeling more and more settled. I'm done having kids.
Two Sundays ago, when a friend asked me if I'd watch her three-month-old baby boy, I started to get nervous. What if it's a sign that I'm not done? That I need to practice up? But I agreed to watch the boy anyway, because he's really a very cute baby.
So for the last two weeks we had a little tiny baby at our house. The kids absolutely loved it. Baby Micah came over a little after 7 a.m. every day, so when the kids woke up he was already here, usually sleeping. They would tiptoe into the living room, whispering to each other, "Baby Micah is sleeping. You have to be quiet!" (Or as Samantha would say, "Baby Bicah beeping!") They would sit there and watch him until he started to stir just a little bit, then they would get so excited: "He's waking up! Let's play with him!" And they would pat his cheeks and kiss his hair so that even if he hadn't actually been waking up, he wasn't sleeping any more. He didn't seem to care. He always had a smile (a cute, dimply-cheeked, toothless smile) for everyone.
Drew liked baby Micah so much that he came up to me in all seriousness and asked, "Mom, can we take Samantha back and keep baby Micah?" I had to try really hard to keep a straight face while I told him that Micah's mom would probably be very sad if we kept Micah, and that we couldn't even trade because Micah's mom already has a girl named Samantha.
Samantha loved to play with Micah, too, but has also been having fun taking care of her own "babies." Any doll or stuffed animal in the house is the baby. And they are all named Baby. Then Samantha will tell me, "I'm the mommy. You're the Grandma." She'd been playing this game for about a month now, but it's become much more frequent. Recently she's given herself more responsibility. She will pretend to dress her baby and change its diaper, and while she's doing it she'll tell me, pointing to herself, "This is mom's job. Mom's job. Okay?" And she'll look at me very sternly to make sure I understand.
I think David was wondering if I was going to try to convince him that we need to have another baby. I actually mentioned it, only partly in jest, to see what he would say. He said, "Are you serious?!?!" I assured him I wasn't totally serious, but wouldn't it be fun to have a cute little baby around? And the kids were having so much fun.
But after two weeks of having such a delightful baby at our house, I came to the conclusion that I am definitely finished reproducing and am ready to channel all my energies into raising the kids I have.
If this had been our friend, he would have considered it a successful rental.

01 January 2010

What Are You Funny About?

My kids love to be the reason I'm giggling. Which is good, because it happens a lot. One of them does something funny, I laugh, and the funny kid will ask, "What a you laughing about? Me? Cool!" Then the kid will proceed to try to recreate whatever I was laughing at.
I love it when Samantha asks me what I'm laughing about. She doesn't use the word "laughing"--instead she asks, "What are you funny about?" Which usually makes me laugh even more. Tonight, Samantha and I were going through her bedtime routine. We had said prayers and were singing a song. She likes to sing "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star" all by herself, then she gives me a turn to sing a song to her. I was singing "Reverently, Quietly," and she decided she wanted to have a turn. She sang it like this: "Revely, Riley. Ryler, Cokely. Bett? Brian?" I started cracking up. She went from singing the song to listing the names of our neighbor friends, Riley, Skyler, Oakley, Bret and Brian. I couldn't stop giggling. So of course she asked me, "What are you funny about?" You, my dear girl. You.
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