Interesting....

I am probably making too much out of this, but Quinn said something very interesting yesterday. For those of you who don't know, both Quinn and Colby were born with a bad kidney, which needed removal at one year of age. Quinn's remaining kidney was also bad, and we were anticipating surgery on that one as well. When he was about 2 years old, we had a healing ceremony for him, where he was annointed by oil, and had the laying on of hands. Within two months, his kidney was completely healed. Miraculously, unexplainably. Anyways - he's been fine ever since.

Yesterday, as I was getting out the Christmas decorations, I pulled the angel out of the box that will go on top of our tree. Quinn was immediately drawn to it (WHY do Christmas decorations look like toys????).

Q: "Mom, do you love angels?"
M: "Yes, Quinn, I do love angels."
Q: "I love angels. An angel touched my belly and my heart grew bigger."
M: "What?"
Q: "An angel touched my belly and my heart grew bigger!"

We had just read the book "The Grinch Who Stole Christmas", and when it said that the Grinch's heart "grew three sizes that day" I had explained that it meant that the Grinch became happy. So... translation in four year old language - "An angel touched my belly and I became happy!".

It just made me think of his miraculous kidney healing. DID an angel "touch his belly"? I kind of think so.

The shape of a new Mom

At breakfast this morning, the boys and I were spelling the words for our grocery list. I gave the list over to the boys, who decided to draw pictures of the items we needed, rather than spell them. Then Colby decides to draw a picture of me.

"I'll draw you, mom. You're big and round. You're an oval. Or a circle."

Big and round. Great. In my defense, I just had a baby!!!!

Dangerous Shoes

Just because I'm not pregnant anymore, I wore impractical shoes to church. HIGH heels. My highest pair. Not the most comfortable things, but it feels good to be able to choose uncomfortable but attractive shoes without the risk of toppling over because of an altered center of gravity. Anway. Quinn took one look at me in my high-heeled boots and said "WHAT are you wearing?" I said "Impractical shoes". He replied "Watch out mom! They're going to STAB me!" Those are some high heels alright!

Not So Bad

We took the boys to Chinese food last night. They were a little over-tired, and more than a little cranky. Both boys ordered an egg roll, and when they arrived, Quinn decided he didn't want his. He wanted "Chinese food" instead. Whatever. He then proceeds to whine and cry and tantrum. Rob thought that egg roll was looking mighty tasty, and figured that if Quinn didn't want it, no use letting it go to waste. More, louder whining and crying. Now Quinn wanted the egg roll, being that it was so in-demand and all. So Rob cut it in half, giving Quinn one side. Any parent of a preschooler knows how that is interpreted in a four-year old mind... now the egg roll was "broken". LOUDER crying and tantruming. "It's BROKEN! It's BROKEN!" Gnashing of teeth, rending of clothing, mourning beyond all reason. This went on for far too long, despite many threats of time-out in the van. We eventually ignored him an continued on with our not-so-peaceful meal. Not 3 minutes later, we see Quinn take a bite of his egg roll and say "WOW! It's not so bad when it's broken!" Ya' think???? He ate both halves of his, the rest of Colby's, and was asking for more when we left.

Words of Wisdom

I've been digital scrapbooking during my maternity leave - my goal is to have everything all caught up during these 8 weeks. A consequence of all my scrapbooking? Sentimentality. The boys are just growing up SOOO FAST. I look at a picture that I thought I took yesterday, and I realize it's a baby or a toddler, and now I have little boys. So this morning, I gave Quinn an extra long hug and kiss, and told him I love him.

"Do you miss me when I go to school?" He asked. I told him yes.
"Don't be sad, Mom." I told him I would try not to be.
"Just stay home, watch the news, look for the bus, and then I'll be home again! Then you can be happy!"

Such good, wise advice from a four year old. I think I'll skip watching the news, though.

Hallelujah

After a week of getting up at 5:30 a.m. , the boys slept in until 7:45!!!! YIPPEE!

Following His Nose

Colby came up to me while I was feeding the baby.
"What's that smell?" he aked. We had just finished baking, so I told him it was probably cookies.
"No. It's smells BAD." He sniffed.

"It's the BABY!"

Poor girl. I HAD just changed her diaper, but obviously the smell lingered a little too much for sensitive noses.

A long Wait

We heard the tell-tale thump of little boys out of bed tonight. Grandma Betty went to go investigate. "Why aren't you guys asleep?" she asked.
"We're waiting for Santa!"

Don't hold your breath!

dragon crack

Old halloween costumes never die... they just shrink. These were found in a closet recently. WOW! They still fit!!! And who do you think Quinn inherited dragon crack from???

The Voice Of God

At Sunday school this morning, the lesson was about Samuel and Eli - when Samuel heard the voice of God calling him and he thought it was Eli. The teacher was asking the kids if they could hear God's voice. Quinn blurts out "YES! It's loud and sounds like a chainsaw!"

Where'd that come from?

A broken heart

We were at the park this afternoon, enjoying the last vestiges of fall before winter sets in. The boys and I heard several ambulances drive by, sirens blaring. "WHAT'S THAT?" they asked.
Mom: "The ambulance is taking somebody to the hospital."
C: "I need to go to the hospital"
M: "No, only if you're really really really sick do you ride an ambulance to the hospital".
Q: "I'm sick, I have a cold in my nose".
M: "No, sicker than that. Like a broken leg, or something making you really really sick."
C: "I need to see a doctor. My stomach is full."
Q: "I need to ride in the ambulance. I have a broken heart."

What they won't come up with to be loud and fast. Quinn and his poor broken heart, at not being able to ride in an ambulance.....