For the LOVE of children.

"But Jesus said, Suffer little children, and forbid them not, to come unto me: for of such is the kingdom of heaven."-Matthew 19:14


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Showing posts with label Statements. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Statements. Show all posts

Sunday, January 22, 2012

Future Husband

The kids watched 'Our Heavenly Father's Plan' today. While we were watching it LC gets close to the computer monitor and says, "I like his voice. It's nice." Then later she said, "When I get married I want to marry someone that looks like him. He's so handsome."

Saturday, November 19, 2011

The Effects of Literature

(I had to look up the difference between affect and effect here. Sadly, English use to be my stronger subject, which I guess in light of this fact, is pretty sad.)


I overheard a conversation this morning as my children were cleaning up their books. LC was asking SJ if she would help her. She said, "Who will help me pick up these books?" Then later said, "Who will help me put these books away?" Thank you 'The Little Red Hen' story.

At breakfast, LC said, "I want us to have a garage like they do. Then we can park our cars in it." She was looking at the house across the street.

I replied, "One day when we get our house we will have one."

LC-"I know what we can do. When it's time to build our house we can go out and pick up sticks."

I had to ask, but somehow I knew where this was going, "What will we use the sticks for?"

"To use for those parts on the house where we need sticks..." She paused to think and then continued,"...like on the roof."

Thank you 'The Three Little Pigs', but on second thought....wasn't the house of sticks blown down? I think it's time to read this story again and reinforce the part of the house of bricks is a better option than sticks.

Friday, November 11, 2011

More Faith

My daughter, LC, was sick the other day and her daddy gave her a priesthood blessing. The next day she was back to her normal self. The house is VERY quiet when she is sick. I knew she felt bad if she was not her normal talkative self, but was in bed ALL day. I was telling her she got better because of the blessing and she had great faith. She said, "Yes, I do, Mommy. I have more faith than you do."

"You're probably right because Jesus did say to be like a little child," I replied.

"Why do kids have more faith then grown-ups, Mommy?" asked VJ.

"Maybe because grown-ups are more cynical."

"What does cynical mean?" he asked.

We looked it up in the dictionary. Then had a discussion about how important it is to remain like a little child. I am very blessed to be able to be at home with them. I get to be the one answering these questions and steering them to find the answers to their questions via the scriptures, dictionary, history and other tools of education.

Now I have a question...Will I ever stopped being amazed at the questions my children ask me or even the statements they say to me? I really hope not.

Thursday, September 29, 2011

Fairies

4-year-old daughter-"There is no such thing as fairies."

I said, "How do you know?"

Her reply, "Because I have never seen one and they don't exist."

"How do you know they aren't real if you have never seen one. Just because you don't see something doesn't mean it is not real or it does not exist."

"Well, Jesus did not create them."

"The Scriptures do not say they do or they don't."

"Well, they don't. The scriptures said so."

My son, "Didn't you hear what Mommy said? The scriptures do not say anything about fairies."

"Well, they don't exist. I know they don't," was how she ended this conversation.

Monday, August 29, 2011

Creation vs. Evolution

I was explaining to my children how one day someone might come and try to tell them we came from monkeys. We had a really good conversation. Even my 22mo tried to get in on the conversation. Did not understand much of what she was saying...I just got two words...Jesus and No monkey!

My 4-year-old daughter said, "Mommy, if someone tries to tell me we came from a monkey I am going to say 'Does Jesus look like a monkey? Do I have hair all over my body? Do I look like a monkey? NOOOOO!"

My son said, "I'm not going to listen to them, Mommy. They are wrong! I don't look like a monkey."

Thursday, August 25, 2011

Can't See

While we watching an educational video on Youtube....

4-year-old daughter-"Mommy, I can't see. My sister is in the way."

Me-"Just move and sit next to your brother. You can see from there."

22-month-old-"Mommy, I can't see."

Me-"You are sitting right in front of the computer. You can see."

22mo-"I can't see. I can't see."

I turn to look at her and she has her eyes closed. I laugh and say, "Open your eyes. This is why you can't see."

She laughs, looks at me from the corner of her squinting eyes and smiles. I wish I could have read her mind, but her facial expression told me..."Ha, ha, ha I got you. I'm just kidding!"

Sunday, August 7, 2011

Timely Outbursts

I was told by the older primary girls today that during Sharing Time (special time in Primary where all the primary aged children come together to sing and learn more about the gospel) my 4-year-old daughter made a random, but I guess appropriate comment. They were talking about the Temples and she must have made some connection of our bodies being a Temple and stated, "My Mommy has a tattoo. She made a bad choice and when she sees it, it makes her sad everyday."

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Meaning of Frustrated

My 4-year-old daughter-"Mommy, I need to drink some water because I am frustrated."

"Frustrated?" I asked.

"Yes, that's what frustrated means...it...it...it means when you are thirsty and need to drink water. When you are frustrated you need to drink water, Mommy. That's what I need to do is drink water."

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Moles and Chocolate Milk


From the mouth and mind of my 4-year-old daughter....

"Mommy, where are all these moles coming from? (She points to the moles on her neck and legs) I know! I think they come from all the chocolate milk we drink. They go down and turn in to moles and get all sticky then you have to scratch them off. This is what I think is what happens to the chocolate milk, Mommy. It becomes moles."

Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Muscles


When we got home from the hospital on Monday my 4-year-old daughter asked me why I was gone for so long. She wanted to know why Daddy had to take me and why he couldn't have taken the baby without me. I explained that I needed to be there to feed the baby. Here's what she said....

"Daddy has muscles too. They are smaller than your muscles, but maybe he could get milk to come out of them too. Maybe they will get bigger like your muscles. Then you could stay home and he can feed the baby."

I'm not sure if I should explain they are not called muscles, but she keeps talking about how her muscles will grow one day like Mommy's. Then she will feed the baby that comes out of her tummy. I don't think I want a parent with a Sunbeam to contact me if she knew the real term for them.

Friday, June 17, 2011

Eyes


My son says...."Mommy, I want to tell you something. I want to tell you my eyes are big. (He smiles) Get on blog and write what I said."

Saturday, June 11, 2011

Yakity Yak



My oldest daughter thinks a yak is called a yakity yak. At breakfast this morning she was letting us know about dangerous animals. She was telling me to be careful of lions and tigers. "Don't touch a lion, Mommy. They will bite you and eat you. You shouldn't touch a tiger either. They will scratch you and eat you. Never ever touch them." Not sure why she felt the need to tell me this information. I guess she thinks I am wanting to purse a career in animal taming? Or that our new home is located in India or Africa instead of the southern US? I wish I could go inside her head sometimes and see what is bouncing around in there.

She told me to "NEVER EVER" get on a yakity yak's back because he would throw me off and I might get hurt. Then I would be hurt because I did not listen and say, "Why didn't I listen? Now I am hurt for trying to ride a yakity yak." I guess my career as a yak rider, excuse me, a yakity yak rodeo rider is over before it began. Too bad for me, I was really looking forward to singing on the back of a yaks back, excuse me, a yakity yak's back.

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Brush


My 4-year-old wanted me to brush her hair because she wants it to be long like Rapunzel's hair. I think she thinks this is how her hair grows. Who knows she might be right?

Elbow


My son was digging his elbow into my shoulder and it hurt. I told him he was poking me. He said, "What? You're not bleeding. Are you? I'm not a thorn!"

Friday, May 20, 2011

Turtle


My son thinks you have to stop driving to let animals pass. I think he must've seen this on a movie or something. We were driving and I saw an opossum on the road. I told them I saw one. Did not let them know it was road kill. My son says, "Good as long as it is not a turtle because they are too slow."

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

"[A]nd in His Son, Jesus Christ and in..."


My niece's likes the Simpson's episode where Homer gets sent out to be a missionary. In it he claims, "I don't even believe in Jebus", as he is fighting to not go on a mission. She laughs whenever she talks about this episode. OK, OK, so do I. I hope no one hates me now for thinking this episode is funny or for watching The Simpsons.

A while ago, I was having my children quote the First Article of Faith before bedtime. I had my son recite it, my daughter and then my 19-month-old who is just starting to repeat what I ask her too. I am sure you can guess how she said 'Jesus Christ'. Yes, she pronounced it 'Jebus'. I know my niece will get a kick out of this one.

Speak Butterfly


My (now) 4-year-old daughter was chasing a butterfly outside. She was asking it to stay. I told her it was afraid of her because to it she was a giant. She turned to the butterfly and said, "I'm not a giant. I am a little kid. Come back." I informed her it did not understand her and she did not speak butterfly. She replied she could speak to a butterfly. "Watch. Come here butterfly."

I finally got her to understand what I meant. She replied, "Well, I can't speak butterfly, but I can speak whale like Dory. Watch (insert Dory speaking whale talk here). See I told you."

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Big Head


You gotta wonder what is floating around in a child's mind sometimes.

On Sunday we had to drive two trucks to church because our family has outgrown our extended cab. As we were driving there Child2 (our second child, oldest daughter) said, "I'm looking for Daddy. Where is he? Oh, there he is in the truck in front of us. I can see his big head. (I laugh) Daddy has a big head. His head is really big, Mommy. His head is bigger than yours. You have a little head, but Daddy's head is really, really big." I could not stop laughing.

As soon as I composed myself I told her not to tell people this (yet, here I am posting this on my blog) because we shouldn't say this about people's heads or any other part of their body. (Please note that Daddy's head is no bigger than Mommy's head.) I just never know what is going to come out of this little girl's mouth.

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

ALL CAPS


A while ago, I explained to my son how writing in ALL CAPS can mean you are shouting. He was typing something to a family member on my facebook page wanting to use ALL CAPS.

The other day my 3-year-old daughter was testing me and I lost my temper. I raised my voice at her because she was ignoring me (not my finest moment-ugh!). My son tells me, "Mommy, you are talking in capital letters right now." I had to laugh and the atmosphere instantly changed in our home.

Saturday, April 16, 2011

Kindergarten Registration


My son and husband are exciting about Kindergarten. I, however, am NOT. I think a 5-year-old is too young to be sent out into the world to be sujected to the influences of strangers. He had been reviewing the calendar for the registration day and was very happy when this day came. Due to work deadlines, we could not take him.

He looked out the window in the afternoon and said, "Look there's the school bus. (sighed) That boy got to go to school today."

Poor boy! He thought it was his first day of school.