Speech Impediment

Backstory Part 1. Ethan has difficulty with saying TH (he says f) and L (he says w). He practices a lot and sometimes gets them right and sometimes gets them wrong.

Backstory Part 2. I told him about Elmer Fudd and his difficulty saying R’s (wascally wabbit!). On Saturday he said “someone should work with him to fix that.” (like a speech therapist). So cute!

So this morning we were sitting at breakfast and I was hurrying him because we were fairly late and the bus was coming soon. I said “We’ll have to be like Speedy Gonzales!” and then I explained who he was and that he was always running away from Sylvester, who said things like “Sufferin’ Succotash!”, except he has a lisp and says “Thufferin Thuccotash!” instead. Ethan thought that was pretty funny and repeated it.

Remember the backstory part 1? Instead of Th we get F? You say it out loud and see what YOU get!

I Think I Hit Middle Age

Yesterday our church had an “old fashioned Sunday School picnic”. Food, sack races, tug’o'war, peanut something or other (search? find?), pin the shoe on Pastor Nate (his picture, actually)…a good time was had by all. Jim and I led worship and got all our equipment set up and taken down.

We came home and took naps. Seriously. We walked in the door, I made sure the perishable stuff was dealt  with, I used the bathroom and wham–I fell asleep on the couch. And still slept fine last night.

The average female lifespan in America is (according to google) 78.7. At almost 43, I’m definitely past the half-way mark if one is being specific. (although I can definitely handle 86 if I’m healthy and of sound mind and still have Jim). So middle age, yeah. I think I’m there.

Limited Time

Guess what I just found out?

There are only 24 hours in a day!

I know! Who knew?!

If I’m reading books from the library, then I’m not on Facebook. If I’m reading my blogs then I’m not reading books. If I’m playing Garden of Time from Facebook I’m not doing anything else.

THERE ARE ONLY SO MANY HOURS IN THE DAY and I can only do so many things with them!

Rats.

Silly Sunday

Nothing deep here, just some fun for a Sunday.

 

Laura Funny

A while ago we looked up the meanings of the kids’ names. At dinner tonight:

Laura to Catie: “No fair! My name means a BUSH and yours means a PRINCESS!”

Poor little bush!

Ethan Funny

Yesterday Jim’s mom was over for dinner. We put Ethan in between her chair and mine. He kept banging on the wood of the chair, even after several requests to stop. I asked him to leave the table. He did so, but had a tantrum. At that point I excused him to his room. On the way through the living room he bumped his booster seat with his foot. He stopped, picked it up and yelled at the top of his lungs “AND NOW I’LL THROW MY BOOSTER SEAT!”  And then he followed through. We were shocked, but laughing hysterically (but trying oh so much to be quiet about it) because he was so adamant!

Hershey Funny

Ethan was at the Hershey feeding clinic yesterday, showing Dr. Williams what he had done in the past five weeks (baby chewing, but that’s it). Dr. Williams tried to have him chew some pancake pieces. Ethan would put them in his mouth and promptly swallow them whole.

Dr. Williams “Buddy, don’t swallow them whole.”

Ethan “Can I swallow them half?”

YouTube Makes Me Laugh

Thank you, Pragmatic Compendium, for sharing this!!!

Kids Say the Funniest Things!

This morning, for whatever reason, we got talking about how girls sit down to go potty and boys can stand up. I talked about how the urethra came out of the penis for boys, but it just stopped at the end of our body’s for girls b/c we don’t have penises. Catie pipes in “but we have have bags though.”

Ok, I guess we’re “going in”!

Um, no, we just have folds of skin. Boys (Bennett already knew this) have something in there. He said “tests”.

I said “No, testes.” And then he said in the testes were sperm. I confirmed that, and said that was half of what made a baby. He said and girls have the other half. I said yes, they were called eggs.

You see it coming, right?

So Bennett gets this deep thinking look on his face. “So how do you make a baby?”

It’s 7:45 and they are getting ready for school. They are ready for the conversation, but there just isn’t the time. So I said “let’s talk about this when you come home from school. if you remember, ask me and we’ll talk then.”

Catie says, “that’s because she lost her mind when she had me.” (as in, I didn’t remember how they were made and would have to look it up on Google while they were at school, which happens sometimes!).

Cooking in My House

A pictorial description of what it is like to cook for my family.

Credit goes to: www.closetohome.com