November 2017

I’ve been jotting down little ridiculous things she’s been saying lately. Who knows…  She’s truly a crazy monkey.

One of the things she’s been exploring is family relationships. At school, they’re learning everybody’s last name. This week, she’s been calling herself “Daddy’s daughter” or Mommy’s daughter.” She’s not wrong, but it’s a little strange to hear a kid refer to herself in the third person but not by name. Here are just a few examples.

“Daddy’s daughter made this.”

“Sit down so I can make it really duper hard.”

“I’ll never let you down, Daddy.”

“Don’t eat yet! You have to ask from your daughter… (15 seconds later) Say thank you, daughter! …. You’re welcome.”

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Her sneakers make her feet really stinky. Usually on the way home from school, she kicks them off and starts saying “Clean feet! Clean feet!” And then wafting through the airs comes a wave of horrible stinky feet. Consequently, we’ve  been trying to give her a bath every night after dinner and before bed. She usually protests. This particular evening, she tried a particularly creative tactic.

“We don’t want bathies! We don’t want bathies!”

— She wiggles her toes and says with SJ’s stinky feet

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Abigail and Jules spent Saturday going around with us. Jeremy was out of town with the guys on a golf trip. I wanted to get a rug for the living room, and Ab offered to help me get it set up and the furniture oriented toward the fireplace. The kids had a great time playing together. I made them “butter” sandwiches, and they sat together at the bar having lunch. Jules was thirsty. (SJ is never thirsty, but she had to have a drink when Jules asked for one.)

When handing out Capri Suns to Selah June and Jules, SJ said “I want the first one! I want the first one!” I said, “Selah June, Jesus wants us to want to be last, to let others go first.” As she grabbed the pouch out of my hand, she replied, “sorry, Jesus.”  (I’m in for so much trouble…)