Biology

Eight-year-old Sarabeth: "Mommy, my digestive system already has a lot to carry. I can't eat the rest of my pancakes."

Enough is Enough

Four-year-old Christopher, after doing a few workbook pages with me: "Mommy, I am not available to do any more of this."

Career Choices

Eight-year-old Sarabeth:  "Mommy, I might not be a fashion designer after all. I might be a mythological scientist."

Location, Location, Location

Love your snow creation, Christopher...
but how am I supposed to get the van in and out of the garage?

Well, When You Put It That Way

Mommy: "Sarabeth, do you want to pay me to put your dishes in the dishwasher, or do you want to do it?"

Moment of Silence

Sarabeth, cheerfully: "Oh, I'll do that."

Compassion

In school, Christopher saw a photo of Icelanders cutting up a whale. This made him sad. He explained, "I don't like them doing that to one of God's creatures."

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Hawaiian Holiday

Took Sarabeth to hear Handel's "Messiah" at Christmas when she was eight....
She asked if we could leave right after the "Honolulah Chorus."

Clarification

Chet: "Christopher, stop running!"

Christopher: "I'm not running. I'm shuffling."

Parental Control

Five-year-old Christopher: "Mommy, I need you to tell me I can't drink any more of this chocolate milk container; otherwise, I'm gonna drink it all."

Mommy No Like

Why is my son sitting on the roof of my brother's house?

Christopher with Uncle Kevin and cousin Luke

Permission Slip

Sarabeth and Christopher used to play cars on the floor for hours. Their cars had very exciting lives, driving all over the city rug we had on the floor in the family room (for years, it seemed). One day Sarabeth's car asked Christopher's car, "Will you marry me?" Christopher's car replied, "Well, I'll have to go ask my mom. I don't know if she'll let me."

Wish I'd thought of that...

As we were making Valentines for family and friends this week, Christopher made some I hadn't planned on: one for himself, one for God, and one for Jesus. His simplicity and sincerity -- his childlike faith -- puts Valentine's Day into much greater perspective for all of us.

Valentine Memories

Four-year-old Christopher: "Mommy, fank you for all my Valentine presents! I am just frilled wif everyfing!"

Already Knew That

Yesterday in science, we studied cartilaginous fish. First we talked about sharks; then we talked about rays, including stingrays. Suddenly Christopher piped up: "Nemo's teacher was a ray. He was their school bus, too."

How about that? Who knew? So I said, "Well, I guess you don't even need this lesson then, do you?"

"No," Christopher answered. "We already know all about rays."

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Time and Space

Last Week (Bahamas)

This Week (Michigan)

Sarabeth invites you to vote for your favorite....

It's in His Blood

Christopher has always loved swords. If he didn't have a sword, he would make a sword from whatever was available... cardboard, Trio Blocks, Legos, K'nex, a drumstick, a Poptart, etc. Bless his heart.

3 years old

4 years old

4 years old

5 years old

6 years old

6 years old

Where Did the Time Go?

My sweet, bubbly, precious baby girl is gone...
but in her place is an intelligent, well-spoken, imaginative, creative tween.
Why can't I have both of them at the same time?