Feb 28, 2015
Feb 20, 2015
on dads and date prep
So. As far as dating, I don't. It just doesn't happen, and that's okay.
Lucy, however, has decided that she wants a Dad around. She has very specific ideas: "I think his name might be... Cutie-Pie. Yes, Cutie-Pie Northcutt! That sounds so GOOD! And he works at the Seminary." This is good, as I now have specifics to keep my eye out for. As soon as I meet a guy named Cutie-Pie, DIBS! He's all mine.
Also, the other day I looked down at myself and realized that perhaps, my daughter was subconsciously trying to make it happen. I had a sticker that looks like a banner placed on my hip that said "Party!" and another that was a conversation heart sticker that said "Text Me". I don't know what kind of guy she thinks Cutie-Pie is, though, because apparently we're advertising that I have a party in my pants, and the location of the heart sticker was, ahem, strategic. I don't think they'll go for that at the Seminary.
Lucy, however, has decided that she wants a Dad around. She has very specific ideas: "I think his name might be... Cutie-Pie. Yes, Cutie-Pie Northcutt! That sounds so GOOD! And he works at the Seminary." This is good, as I now have specifics to keep my eye out for. As soon as I meet a guy named Cutie-Pie, DIBS! He's all mine.
Also, the other day I looked down at myself and realized that perhaps, my daughter was subconsciously trying to make it happen. I had a sticker that looks like a banner placed on my hip that said "Party!" and another that was a conversation heart sticker that said "Text Me". I don't know what kind of guy she thinks Cutie-Pie is, though, because apparently we're advertising that I have a party in my pants, and the location of the heart sticker was, ahem, strategic. I don't think they'll go for that at the Seminary.
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heard lately...
Can you take me to your school? I need a penciler-sharpener to get a thorn on this pencil.
Whatcha doing? Pencilling.
You know what I want for my next birthday? Deisel. What? A deisel truck. (She definitely didn't hear this from me!)
Run fast, mom! You know, fast. Like fastinating.
Do you want to see this move? (I LOVE this!! Her "moves" are always good entertainment. Bless this child--some of them even look familiar! Look out world!)
Hey. Dude! (What??) Well, that's what Blake calls Elijah (boys from pre-school).
At the grocery, can you get me some Licky Charms? I LOVE Licky Charms!
Is green the boss of us? After lots of questions, I realized that she was talking about traffic lights, and I had to say that green is kind of the boss of us.
That didn't go very well... (I hear this little commentary a lot as things are falling down, spilling, tearing.)
And, finally, a politely given invitation I can't ever pass up: "Would you like to come keep me company while I poopy?"
Whatcha doing? Pencilling.
You know what I want for my next birthday? Deisel. What? A deisel truck. (She definitely didn't hear this from me!)
Run fast, mom! You know, fast. Like fastinating.
Do you want to see this move? (I LOVE this!! Her "moves" are always good entertainment. Bless this child--some of them even look familiar! Look out world!)
Hey. Dude! (What??) Well, that's what Blake calls Elijah (boys from pre-school).
At the grocery, can you get me some Licky Charms? I LOVE Licky Charms!
Is green the boss of us? After lots of questions, I realized that she was talking about traffic lights, and I had to say that green is kind of the boss of us.
That didn't go very well... (I hear this little commentary a lot as things are falling down, spilling, tearing.)
And, finally, a politely given invitation I can't ever pass up: "Would you like to come keep me company while I poopy?"
attitude and blessings
Lucy and I had a few rough days. There was some attitude. At one point, I said, "I'm tired of this attitude!" and her response was, "Well, I'm tired of this talkiness."
Yikes.
Tonight, though, as I tucked her in bed, we started our Bible stories again. And then when we prayed, she had to do a "report". She said that I was the one who was going to pray, spelled out my name, and then reported that I was "a silly and a goober, and the goodest mama."
I needed that "goodest mama" comment, Lord. Thank you for it!
Yikes.
Tonight, though, as I tucked her in bed, we started our Bible stories again. And then when we prayed, she had to do a "report". She said that I was the one who was going to pray, spelled out my name, and then reported that I was "a silly and a goober, and the goodest mama."
I needed that "goodest mama" comment, Lord. Thank you for it!
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