This is my present to you. The gift of laughter. Enjoy and Merry Christmas!
"One, two, thawee, fo...six...five...seveneightnine!"
What he tells me every morning when I haven't given them their vitamins, "But we'w die without our bitamins, Mom!"
A Christmas question: "How does HoHo get hew?"
A few months ago Jackson came home from church telling me all about "the gurl with dots on hew face" and how she helped him. HH and I couldn't figure out who he was talking about. Was it a girl with freckles? Was there a teenager helping in the class who had acne? Does someone have moles on their face? I was a little nervous just because I hoped that he hadn't said anything about these mysterious dots to their owner.
A few Sundays later he pointed this girl out to me and I was relieved to see that it was indeed a young girl with freckles. Well one day after this particular little girl came and visited us before church service Jackson was talking about her again. "She has nickles, Mom."
"Nickles. On her face. The gurl with dots on her face."
"The dots on her face are nickles?"
"You mean freckles?"
We were watching Sound of Music and when Maria hit the high note at the end of the DO RE MI song Abiah asked, "Why did she hold her head when she sang that?"
Jackson quickly answered, "Because see didn't want it to fall off!"
"Sometimes my pinky starts to fuzzle and tries to go to sleep."
Amelia was disagreeing with me about something and HH said, "Mommy knows everything, Amelia."
Amelia disagreed, "Nuhuh. She doesn't even know what's 100+2!"
About this picture of her and Oliver, "Naybe Oliver looks like baby Jesus."
On picking out her own clothes:
"We need to go back to Target to find those jeans that you haaaaaaaardly let me try on!"
To Amelia while coloring make-up on a My Little Pony in a coloring book:
"We don't want it to be grey because that would be insulting."
This last weekend we celebrated Christmas with just the 8 of us. The in-laws were out of town and the next week was booked so it was perfect timing. We had spent most of the week baking and getting ready for our little celebration. By Friday we were all a little short on grace and joy.
As we were trying to get the house picked up before dinner the girls got into a tiff about something and Hazel was yelling at Amelia. When she came into the room I was in she could see from the look on my face that I had heard the argument and yelling. I sent her to her room so I could finish feeding one of the babies and take time to find some grace and patience. After about 10 minutes Amelia came down and handed me this letter:
"Dear Amelia, I your sister is going to say I am leaving. Bye (something I can't decipher and she couldn't remember). Good bye everything. I have to Amelia. Love Hazel"
I sent Amelia to fetch Hazel and HH and I laughed over our first runaway letter. But I was also a bit perplexed. I hadn't even yelled at her and there have been plenty of times when I actually yelled and she never threatened to run away.
When she came down to us her eyes were red from crying and she said she felt bad for yelling at her sister. After she apologized to Amelia she decided not to leave after all.
The whole situation was this crazy ball of drama, laughter, and the sweetness of a little girl who was sorry for the way she'd treated her sister.
HH had Abiah do some extra school work and Abiah admitted to me on the second day, "This is actually the easiest week I've had in a long time and I'm doing extra work."
I asked if he would be sharing this info with HH and he said, "NO! If I tell him that he'll want me to do this much all the time!"
During a conversation with the girls: "I'm never gonna put lipstick on because I'm not a boy."
We were watching the Sound of Music Sing Along on tv and the first song we heard had foreign subtitles so Abiah was trying to figure out if we were on the wrong channel. I realized that the song song was in Latin and he said, "Oh. It's because they're Nims."
"Nims. Or Nums or something like that."
"You mean NUNS?"
And the finale. His birthday letter to HH. This kid is so sweet. At every birthday or special day he gets up and writes a little card for HH and/or me. They all have his signature pictures and are filled with spelling mistakes and his own special Eeyore vibe.
Also, HH turned 35.
These kids are great. I hope you enjoyed these treasures.