Stories from our chaotic world.

Last night, I made the mistake of warning my kids that I would vacuum today.
It's not usually an event when I vacuum but J. just could not get to sleep for thinking about all the things I might accidentally suck up in the vacuum.
After 'lights out,' he came out to remind me of the Lincoln Log between his bed and the wall.
I assured him I would not allow it to meets its end tomorrow...
About 20 minutes later, he returned with furled brow, "My mind just will not let me quit thinking about that Lincoln Log."
How terrifying for those little ones who have wild moms with vacuum cleaners...
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My daughter has some interesting words I'd like to share:
Salads have cartoons on them. (croutons)
Last year during the holidays, Merry Christmas was really 'Mermaid Princess.'
Nightgowns are night downs.
Whenever she talks about something being 'little bity' her voice chirps a full octave above her normal pitch.
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Today, as I stepped from the shower, I found that she had been discovering things underneath my bathroom sink.
She actually unravelled the mystery of baby powder. In the form of an explosion. Covering a 3 foot radius. It was everywhere.
I have learned that there is at least one substance on this earth that has the ability to get in more places than sand. Yup, baby powder.
When I asked her 'What happened?'
She looked up at me with a powder-white face and said, "I don't know."
I lifted her up so she could see her face in the mirror, she chuckled.
Then I set her back down and pointed to the mess. I said, "Did you do this?"
Her: "No, I didn't"
The 8th great wonder of the world.
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In a moment of inexplicable clarity tonight came words of wisdom.
Here's some background: I was outside in our front yard pulling weeds. My two most favorite-ests were right there with me.
Pulling weeds is so monotonous that I usually find myself drifting off into la-la land. I came back to earth when I heard my son say, "I just LOVE throwing dirt clumps at our house!"
I immediately returned to my post as drill Sergeant mom, and started in on all the reasons it was not a great idea. About first on the list was, 'because it makes MORE WORK for me...'

He looked at me and said, (I'm quoting here) "You know momma, when you think about how much you love me, bein' upset over dirt clumps on the house is really silly willy..."
Now there is some perspective from a 4-year old. I am raising a world-changer.
Thank you Jesus! Sometimes I wonder if I am up to the challenge, but most of the time I feel so completely honored to be chosen for the job!