OH NO

Oh no, I've turned into that woman.  The grandmother who wants to tell all her funny, precious, darling, wonderful stories about her one of a kind little dumplin grandchild.  That realization hit me like a brick when I was driving home from a friend's house last night.  So sorry Miriam, thank you for not allowing your eyes to glaze over and your nostrils to flare from trying to suppress a big fat yawn. 

Ok, so moving on.

I have this funny, precious, darling wonderful story about my one of a kind little dumplin grandchild that I know you are dying to hear.  

His handwriting assignment yesterday was to fill in this blank and then illustrate and label the picture.  The sentence was "My favorite part of Christmas is ______________________.  He didn't have to think about that for one minute.  His answers were Santa and presents.  Oh no no no, that answer quickly launched me into my holy lecture mode. I reminded him about our Sunday School lesson just the day before about getting wrapped up in our stuff at Christmas and how Christmas is not about getting but giving and how it's about the birth of Christ and not about Santa and and and and and and and.  Afterall, we go to a Christian school so we have to turn in the "correct" answer because after all, it is a reflection of me (can you still believe I let that cross my old mind?)  Wyatt tried a couple of times to  interject that he still liked presents and Santa but my rant wise counsel continued.  He finally looked at me and said " FINE, ( very elongated) my favorite part of Christmas is Jesus."

Jesus, Wyatt didn't mean to put you third after Santa and presents.

 

 
I"m sorry, but that is pretty funny, precious, darling and wonderful,   What, at least I'm not telling you stories about my dog.!!!!!!!

Keep laughing,  much Christmas love to you

That Was Priceless

In case your eyeballs are red and bloodshot from reading a certain person's much too long blog posts, here's a short and totally sweet one.

Setting:  Our home-school/office/dead animals hanging on the walls room.

Players:  Me, Alyrose, Wyatt and Papa

What was happening:  Me trying to figure out something on the computer as usual, how does this thing work anyway? Alyrose sitting nearby wishing she had never introduced me to the computer in the first place.  Wyatt, here and there and everywhere.  Papa,  in and out still trying to put stuff away after the wedding.

You might be a redneck if you look out your back window and see this spilling from the garage!!!

Earlier in the day:  Had a great morning at church.  Taught the children a new bible verse from 1 Timothy 6:18 "Be rich in good deeds...be generous and willing to share."  We also "graced" the cars at church with one of these,   

It was great fun.

What happened that was so priceless:  So Wyatt came in eating a cookie.  About that same time, Papa came in from redneck village and asked Wyatt if he could have one of his cookies.  

Re-enactment, No I will not share my cookie

Wyatt, being the grandson of Mrs. Cookie Monster, aka, me, was not too eager to share his cookies with his Papa. 

No way  No how

So Papa, eager to have a cookie but also remembering the Bible lesson from earlier today, asked Wyatt what his verse was from this morning.  Aha, good thinking Papa.

Immediately, even without having to think about it, Wyatt made this hilarious sound, wish I could duplicate it, something like hmmph mixed with grrrrrrr, and promptly handed over the cookie to his Papa with a cute little snarl on his face.  When we all erupted with laughter the snarl turned to a grin.

The hand is willing to share, not sure about the face though

 

 

 

Be rich in good deeds Wyatt and always share you cookies.  I love you Wyatt.  

When he gets a little older I'll explain to him that if he will hide the cookies and eat them alone, they don't have calories and you don't have to share.

Until next time, remember to laugh, its good medicine.

Oh and ps, happy birthday to my bestest friend and sister Carol.  I love you.