Cute Quotes

Here are a few of David's recent sayings that I don't want to forget.

Last night at dinner Joshua remarked, "When our baby is born he won't have any clothes on." And David pointed out, "Just like Adam and Eve!"

This morning during the waving-goodbye-to-Daddy ritual, David got more than usually excited. He shouted, "He waved, he waved, he saw me! He saw my friendly blue eyes!"

And at nap time, he narrated his companion's ascent (and descent), "Wham! Pooh headfirst crashes into the bed."

I think all the reading we do with him is having an effect.

Naaman?

On Sunday at church, the kids heard a story about Naaman, the army commander who had leprosy and was healed when he washed in the Jordan river.

After church, I took David potty and noticed red blotches all over his torso. Joshua found out about David's mysterious rash and told one of his friends about it.

I overheard the friend ask, "What is a rash?" And Joshua responded, "Well - remember Naaman?"

LOL!!

By the way, I am happy to report that David's rash is all gone and his stomach hasn't fallen off.

La•bile (lā' bīl') adj.

1. Open to change; adaptable.
2. Chemistry Constantly undergoing or likely to undergo change; unstable; capable of changing state or becoming inactive when subjected to heat or radiation.
3. Medicine Readily or frequently changing, as a: readily or continually undergoing chemical, physical, or biological change or breakdown b: characterized by wide fluctuations c: emotionally unstable.

Yesterday, David's pediatrician mentioned offhandedly that the albuterol he is taking to open up his air passages (due to a wheezy, coughy cold he and Joshua have contracted) may make him more "labile." Today we are learning what this word means.

A few examples:

He gets yellow mac'n'cheese stains on my shirt. I change. "Mommy, I don't like that shirt. Take it off. I want you to look nice. I want you to look like William's mommy."

Receives a granola bar, plays vigorously with it, finds it broken. Result: Tantrum.

Joshua attempts to console, receives a shove. "Joshua, go away. I want you to go in the living room."

Expresses desire to go to bed, hears that he must brush his teeth and change his diaper as usual. Result: Tantrum.

I can't fully describe the nonsensical defiance, screaming, and battle of the wills going on here today, but let's just say I'm thankful he's sleeping now. This is nothing like the sweet, sleepy, cooperative, angelic boy of yesterday, cuddling close to Mommy through the doctor appointment and chest x-ray, who took a 4 hour nap. That was Jekyll; this is Hyde! We are thankful the inhaler and the steroids seem to be working great on the lungs - of course because David is recovering, but also so that we may not need these awful drugs much longer!

To Swim or not to Swim?

Well, Joshua's swimming lessons got off to a less than stellar start: he refused to go in the pool. Perhaps "refused" is too mild a term to describe his vehement, tearful protest. The good news is that after he eventually calmed down, he did sit with a staff member on the edge of the pool and watched his class with interest. David and I watched from afar because parents and siblings were required to stay behind a fenced area a decent distance from the pool. We'll give it another try tomorrow - although the staff member did mention that Joshua confided to her, "I don't think we'll be able to come tomorrow because we have to go to the grocery store."

Funny Kids

David always eats his sandwich halves from the middle, making a U-shape that hugs his cheeks and thereon deposits coats of whatever sticky substance is holding the sandwich together. A few evenings ago Chris asked him "Can you eat your sandwich from the end?" I think Chris was hoping to teach David to be less messy. David, eager to oblige, flipped his sandwich around so the crust was squarely centered in his mouth (ready to make a new U on the other side), and innocently said, "Like this?"

David and Joshua have also recently discovered how to pull their cheek skin down to reveal the red under their lower eyelids. Why must they "pull" this hideous trick at meals? Even though I know I did it when I was a kid, it grosses me out now!

The other day I was holding David on the couch and suddenly it hit me that he was going to grow to be a man someday, Lord-willing. So I asked him what he thought about being a man. He got a look of eager anticipation on his face and exclaimed, "And then I can have coffee?!"

In contrast, a few days later Chris coincidentally asked Joshua (without my telling him the above story) "What does it mean to be a man?" Joshua earnestly declared, "A man is someone who goes to work, comes home and eats dinner with his family, and gets up and goes to work again."

The things kids say

A few recent funny comments I want to record before they are forgotten:

David was mixing pretend food and Renee asked him what he was making. He responded, "I'm not makin' anyfin for you, I'm makin' somefin for me!"

When I said it was time to get ready to go to Mommy and Me on the Square (a local event), Joshua shouted "No!" (My heart sank as I thought he was going to disobey.) But then he finished, "Mommy and Us!"

Reading the Bible after dinner, Chris asked David,"Can I have your attention?" David looked around and then wondered aloud, "where's my attention?"