April 28, 2013
by Maralee
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Josh is working on memorizing the books of the New Testament. Tonight I had to explain to him that it’s First and Second Thessalonians, not First and Second FleshyAliens.
#churchkidproblems
Just taped a television interview and before taping:
Interviewer: So what’s your family like?
Me: We have four kids- three are adopted and one biological surprise.
Interviewer: Oh wow! I’ll put that in the introduction- you have three adopted and one of your own.
Me: Oh, sorry, don’t say “one of your own” since they’re all my own.
Interviewer: Thank you! I hadn’t thought about that. I’ll just say “one biological”.
Me: Thanks. I just didn’t want you to get any nasty emails about this.
Interviewer: I appreciate that.
Me: And also. . . I would be the one writing the emails.
#themoreyouknow
A big storm took out the power at our house tonight. Our daughter was excited when she opened the curtains to see the sun and yelled, “the outside power still working!” Why yes. Yes it is.
Daughter (sobbing): I not want my grama leave!
Me: I know but you can’t scream about it. You need to pull it together, Sweetie.
Daughter: I NOT KNOW HOW PULL IT TOGETHER! (more sobbing)
Truer words were never spoken.
The Baby’s first tooth decides to come in totally sideways. I guess because it’s so crowded in there? Oh wait. It’s not crowded at all.
We are an orthodontist’s dream come true.
Something my husband learned today: When returning home and seeing the crazy mess in the living room, it is probably best not to say, “What happened? When your mom was here this morning she had things looking good.”
Josh: You made mac n’ cheese AND taco salad?! You are the goodest mommy I could have ever asked for.
His love language is food.
(After having to discipline her)
Me: Honey, did you know I love you when you’re good? And did you know I love when you’re naughty, too? There’s nothing you can do to make me stop loving you.
Daughter: Mommy, (sniff) I love you when I naughty, too.
#melt
I opened the bedroom door to find my daughter listening to music and shaking her bootie quite enthusiastically. She said, “I shake my bootie in here. There no boys. I need privacy.” You go, Girl.
#prom2028
I usually try to wait until the evening to do my grocery shopping so I don’t have to take all the kids with me. And then this morning I realized we were out of coffee. . .
(after a squabble)
Danny: I sorry, Bethie.
Bethany: I forgive you, Danny. Mommy, I forgive him, but I still has some tears in my face.
I know the feeling, Sister.
Sometimes I look at my 3 and 4 year-olds and miss their baby days. And then today they decide to pretend to be babies with the faithfulness to historical accuracy usually reserved for those involved in Civil War reenacting and I realize I don’t really miss it at all.
(Daughter was crying about having to give away her favorite shoes)
Me: But Honey, you’re too big for those shoes now. They make your feet bleed! You’ve just been getting so big.
Daughter: I not want to grow up! (sob sob sob)
We all know the feeling. Especially when it means getting rid of our favorite shoes.
Sign you’re in a large multi racial family: You’re filling out a form and it asks for the child’s ethnicity and you have to look back up to the top to see which child you’re talking about.
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