TG has progressed in her prayer life. She used to pray at meals like this:
“Jesus. Amen.”
As one person we know said, it includes many theological aspects and really is a complete prayer. But, we felt there needed to be some branching out in that area. She has now progressed to:
“Jesus, thank you for food on table in front of us, um, um, actually bless it. Help Mama’s hands feel better. Amen.”
I think, when she was referring to my hands that she meant some thing along the lines of “bless Mama’s hands” but she started saying that about the time a while back when I wasn’t feeling well. It sorta got mixed up.
This morning she progressed to:
“Jesus, thank you for food on table in front of us. Keep Papa on road as he go to hoffice. Amen.”
…. who needs head protection.
I could hear the riotous laughing and giggling as I came down the hall.
Don’t those girls know they are supposed to be getting ready for bed?!?!? What are they doing?
I stalked in to the bathroom, put my hands on my hips…. and then I heard what they were saying.
“P**p!”
Laughter.
“Panties!”
Shrieks of laughter.
Girls! You know we don’t talk like that!
“But Mrs. L said that it’s potty talk and that if we are talking like this we need to go to the bathroom and we’re in the bathroom.”
How can I argue with that?
For the record, I, myself, me, their Mother, have said this also but when The Mother talks it’s all “blah, blah, blah” but
when some one else says these things, well, that carries a whole lot more weight. They might actually hear it when someone else says it.
And what is it that makes those words so funny?
Disclaimer: These photos were taken on the same day as Ditch Day. She is wearing different clothes today! Honest.
Taking turns even!
It’s hard work!
Brother’s turn!
Unfortunately, their combined weight made it too hard to pedal in the gravel. They didn’t get very far. I guess I can’t use the song “He’s Not Heavy, He’s My Brother” and I don’t think there has been a song written titled: “She’s Too heavy, She’s My Sister”. Which is a good thing.
Some days are just meant to be spent in the ditch.
Going down!
Pedaling hard to get out!
New tactic- use the feet.
Refuse all help from Sissy and insist you can do it on your own. Until your Mother gets tired of standing there and pulls you out while you protest.
Then do it again. Same thing, new ditch.
Except this time manage to get yourself out of it .
Encouraged by success- ride on the unbroken territory of the bank until the slope calls your name.
Try to get out there and fail so in order to save face ride along in the bottom for awhile.
You planned to do it that way!
But there is still the sticky problem of getting out. 
Grunt!
Let’s try something else. Does this look easier?
No, it wasn’t and after much effort on her part- her Mother again had to help. This time she asked.
But that doesn’t mean she learned anything. New un-blazed territory! Who needs boring old roads?
Same old story. Help a neighbor out here, Dog!
Until Mom rescues again, and insists you stay out of the ditch. The thrill is gone so you give up the bike to Sissy and discover that roads aren’t really that bad after all.
Ah, the feeling of wind blowing through your pigtails!
Last week the weather was lovely, for a few days at least. So we walked/rode down to the mailbox and beyond.
Remember last fall and Pixie’s bicycling difficulties? Well, she still uses her feet to stop instead of the bike brakes but that is, perhaps, a good thing as she jams the brakes on so hard that she skids all over the place. She can now get going on her own and can even turn around. All without the continuous whine that used to proceed from her mouth. Here she is actually standing up and pedaling.
The Boy just took off, as usual, zipping around. Here he takes a side trip down into the ditch- and back out again.
Sorry, they look like ants! I was being left in the dust!
Then there is my baby- the one who marches to her own drum.
What interesting characters they all are. Wonder where they get it.
Note: I made these pictures “smaller” in hopes they wouldn’t take too long to load for any dial up readers out there. (Hi KN!) Let me know if they take too long to load still and if they look OK. Thanks!
“We didn’t eat that apple because we want to eat it.”
Umm, yeah.
I’ve noticed both of the girls say very illogical things- KJ did it some when she was younger but not as much as TG.
The ones that get me rilled are the times I think she is lying or sassing. I will watch her do something and tell her not to do it and she’ll say:
“But I am not! I didn’t!”
Then I get upset because I saw her doing it. So I’ll say- I saw you doing it so you did do it!
To which she shrieks that she is not doing it! Ever try arguing with person with limited logic and vocabulary? It goes in circles.
I finally realized that she is not saying she didn’t do it but that she is stopping doing it….hopefully soon.
“When I am in second grade, I’ll be a boy.”
I hope not, dear. I think she gets this one because her brother (a boy!) is in second grade.
“I like it but I don’t” or the opposite “I don’t like it but I do!”
Wrap you head around that one.
Then the one that sums up the conflict that young ones are ever feeling-
“I’m little… but I’m big!”
“Agony! Oh agony!” shouted The Boy. He wasn’t really in “agony” although he may have been uncomfortable as he was playing Spider Boy (climbing the walls) to get his “camera traps” down from the top of the closet. The camera traps were large Legos made into various forms and placed on top of the closet in the living room area to spy on people. They have been there for almost a year, I mentioned them here back in March and I was tired of their presence. So he was climbing up the closet opening to reach them all and having to stretch to get them therefor the “agony” part. A great exaggeration.
TG heard him and after a few times started saying it herself.
“Ago-him!”
“Ago-you!”
…blow your nose.
Take a tissue, more than one if you can manage it, hold it up to your nose. Sniff loudly. Repeat if necessary. Throw practically unused tissue in garbage. When Mama says “Blow!’ complain loudly that you are blowing and sniff again.
We went for a walk/bike ride down to get the mail yesterday. The kids all on their bikes and The. Col. and I walking- the dog was along too. It was a sunny day and a very nice day for a stroll.
We got down to the pavement and decided to go to the neighbor’s driveway a bit farther down the road. We often do this as a way to extend the walk and give the kids a chance to ride on the pavement for a bit.
I was walking along when TG, on her trike, slowly cut over in front of me. I thought “that’s good! She is getting to the edge of the road.”
But she didn’t stop. About the time I yelled “What are you doing!?!?” She had driven right into the ditch! And toppled over. She looked a little dazed as we helped her up and straightened the trike. But she just brushed herself off and as she got back on the trike commented:
“I must have been sleeping.”
