This week’s MoJo is therefore devoted to you, my readers, and your hilarious munchkins. Not only is laughter a wonderful gift from God, but so are friends. Having a community (both online and “IRL” – that’s “in real life” for you non-internet-junkies) of other moms going through similar experiences to mine has blessed me immeasurably. God has used the wisdom and experiences of other moms to sharpen me and comfort me through the difficult times. Thank you all so much!
Shanna from Chalk Dust Makes Me Sneeze (with whom I clearly have some serious catching up to do?!), has two sweet boys, 3 1/2 and 2. She shared this about Aiden, 2:
Just this morning Aiden was looking particularly cute and I told him that he was irresistable, and he looked at me a little confused and said, “No Mommy, I not aye-thuh-bul, I Aiden”. Duh, what was I thinking?
Jessi from Reconciled to God shared this about her sweet one-year-old, who will be becoming a big sister soon,
I think Hannah’s a little under the weather, and she’s not sleeping right, and anything not going her way is making her cry–but she’s still adorable.Recently I discovered that if I say “Mommy’s gonna get you!” and hold my hand over her stomach, but don’t actually tickle her, she will pull my hand to her stomach.
Carol is a dear friend of ours from Scotland who is just nearing the end of her time as a missionary in Mexico City with her family. She blogs about her family here and their work here. Her sweet little ones, Tabitha, 3 1/2, and Oscar, 1 1/2, crack us up with their wee Irish accents… well, actually, Oscar wasn’t talking much when we saw him last, but I’m sure he is now!
Here’s a couple that immediately came to mind. You’re right though. They’re so much funnier when you know the personality behind them!
Tab: I’m big, so I have to go
Mum: Where do you have to go?
Tab: To buy a clock…and a bag…. so, goodbye
Or a frequent happening in our house.
Tabitha gets told off for something and starts to cry. Oscar goes over to her points at her and babbles some pile of nonsense but is obviously adding to the telling off and agreeing with mummy. Tabitha will then shout, “No Oscar, don’t say that!” Makes me laugh every time because in effect he didn’t say anything, his body language and tone of voice were what did the talking.
But the other day she got her own back. Oscar broke the rules and was being told so by Tia Margaret. He of course protested to which Tabitha piped up, “No Oscar, I agree with Tia Margaret” Obviously she’s heard that a time or two as she has bounced between mummy and daddy to get what she wants!
Yeah, with an Irish accent. You can only imagine the cuteness!
J, a good friend from church who blogs at Strands of Grey writes about her 2 1/2-year-old daughter:
Last night S (the husband/daddy) was a tad late in arriving home from work for dinner. When he sat down to the table, A was still finishing up. She smiled and said, “Ohhhh, Papa!” (long pause) “I think I’ll send you a thank you card!”
So super cute!
Lindsay at Notes from the Name Nazi has a 5-year-old daughter, Chickie, and a 3 1/2-year-old son, Bubba. She shares:
Yesterday, Bubba and Jack were walking up the stairs at Jack’s house while Jack’s is lamenting that he doesn’t want to go to school that day, why does he have to go to school, school is too long and he just wants to play, etc, etc.
Bubba (my old, sensitive soul) says, “Jack, sometimes life is just like that.”
It sure is, Bubba!
**And here I have to add in another from the comments because it’s too hilarious not to make sure as many people as possible read it!:
I’m giving Chickie a bath and she’s constantly trying to dodge the water because she doesn’t want water in her eyes. Which, if she’d hold still I could wash her hair without getting water in her eyes, but that’s another story.
I said, “Chickie! Sit still! You’re like trying to bathe a moving target!”
Chickie is quiet – thoughtful for a second and then replies, “A moving target? I want to be a moving Walmart!”
Oh my goodness!
And finally, coming in just at the eleventh (or maybe even thirteenth or so) hour, my dear friend Emily in Scotland who inspired this whole MoJo series, shares this about her little ones. She is mommy to Anna, 4, Elijah, 2, and Rosie, 6 months, and blogs at Em’s Musings.
I am noticing a sweet relationship developing between Elijah and Rosie. We laugh along with him at the ways he tries to amuse her. One way is by putting his head right up next to hers. He lets her grab at his hair or ears with her little hands and then they both giggle. Then yesterday at dinner he played peek-a-boo with Rosie. The way he did it was by putting his bib over his face and then pulling it down. Each time Rosie let out gleeful giggles. This was one of those moments I decided to say “yes,” but may regret it in the future when he’s spilled soup on his bib and decides to play peek-a-boo again!
Of course, as soon as I posted last week’s boastful claim that my kids are hysterical from morning till night every day and I would surely be back by dinnertime to share something knee-slappingly funny, the well ran totally dry for the rest of that day. But I have to share a funny one from my firstborn that happened the next day:
After a science lesson on the worlds oceans, I was desperately trying to elicit the names a any three of the five oceans from Pippa. We had already, painfully slowly, come up with Atlantic and Indian, and so I began…
Me: What about this one over here? The Pa…
Me: The Pa…
Her: (Still nothing.)
Me: Okay. The Pa…sss…
Her: (Excited and confident) …Stachio?!
Me: Yes, Pippa, that’s right. The Pistachio Ocean. You got it. Let’s do our math now.
Have a wonderful, joy-filled week, and hug those adorable little blessings for me, Mommys!