Shades of Love

March 21, 2013

Today, Finnley had a revelation about how he sees color.

Finnley – “Mommy, skin really only comes in three same colors. Light-light brown, brown and dark brown… but it’s all just brown. Shirts come in lots of colors, though!”

It’s unbelievable how enlightening a five-year-old’s perspective on the real difference between races can be. It’s the shirt colors.

674px-Hands4_OverlayingGrowing up in a small, river valley village, where tradition was as stuck as the mud to the old rusted pickup trucks that roll along the back country roads, racism was still an unfortunate ignorant perspective passed down through generations, as if the world stopped turning half a century ago. Continue Reading

Accidentally, With Purpose

January 29, 2013

There is a certain appreciation for those sweet life lessons learned by accident. It never ceases to amaze me the circumstances under which children learn to hone their primitive rationalization skills. And with four exceptionally inquisitive children expanding the bounds of their gray matter simultaneously, I can’t help but wonder how I don’t already have gray hair.

Today, Finnley demonstrated that he has reached the age of reason in the stickiest way he could think of. Continue Reading

Wondering, Outside the Lines

January 26, 2013

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Looking for a way to charge Davionn’s creative center and keep him entertained while I worked diligently to finish my morning chores, I handed him a small pack of markers and some Disney Pixar and Cars pictures to color. Within minutes, I could hear a variety of enthusiastic blasts coming from across the room. Sound effects often arise from just about any game the boys play, so I didn’t pay them much attention. I just smiled, amused by his eager imagination, and hustled around the kitchen. Continue Reading

Everybody Knows

January 17, 2013
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Davionn loves to challenge and question my knowledge…

Davi “Mommy, I’m hungry… I want broccoli and I want it cooked.”

ME (trying to avoid cooking broccoli at the moment) “Can you just eat some fruit loops?’Davi “NO way.”

ME “Why? Don’t samurai’s eat fruit loops?”

Davi “Some do. Just Power Rangers.”

ME “How do you know Power Rangers eat fruit loops?”

Davi ” EVERYONE knows THAT!”

He may have a point. Ha.

…While I’m cooking broccoli…

Davi “Mommy, do turtles fart?”

ME “I don’t know.”

Davi *sighs* “You don’t know anything.”

Ouch.

 

Ninja Love

January 16, 2013

Davi “I love you Finney. You so funny. I’m happy I picked you for my brother.”

Finn “What? You didn’t pick ME… I was born first!”

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Davi “I know, that’s why I picked you.”

Finn “No no… you were in mommy’s belly when I was a baby. You didn’t know you was being borned.”

Davi “Don’t be silly…” *laughing hysterically* *then straight faced* “I’m a samurai.”

Finn *face palm* “Oh brother.”

Bahahaaa… It’s not easy being the mama of ninjas… but it certainly can be entertaining.

Dishpan Dragons

November 16, 2011

One night, while I was doing the dishes, Finnley was valiantly protecting me from dragons; which I was naturally very grateful for. Dragons are sneaky creatures, and you never know what will creep up on you while you’re elbow-deep in soap bubbles.

He was not a Knight, though. He was a Prince.

In fact, he was no ordinary Prince—he was a very “clever Prince.” He insisted that the Prince always destroyed the dragon better than the Knight because he got the hoes from the tower.

I said, “you get what from the tower?” He said… “the Prince has to get the hoes from the tower. That’s why I can kill the dragon because I’m the only one that can get the hoes from the high tower.” Hrrrmmmm? Continue Reading

Born a Man

November 1, 2011

And so it begins. Sweet, innocent, 2-year-old, Finnley told me to go make some hot dogs for lunch.

I jokingly asked him, “Why do I always have to make lunch?”

He said, “Because that’s what you do.”

I asked, “Why because I’m the mom?” expecting a cute, innocent response.

He said… “No, because you’re a girl.”

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While I still needed to correct him for ordering me to do something… it was all I could do not to laugh. If you only understood how isolated this child is from societal influence… where does he come up with this stuff??? Tsk tsk, my son.

Hopelessly Helpful

October 8, 2010

As I rush about doing my housework, I realize how grateful I am for organized chaos despite my frustrations with the pace of my daily life.

I often read laments of parents complaining that their children prevent them from being able to complete housework at a productive pace. You may think this is absurd… but my children are TOO helpful! I actually work FASTER because of them. Continue Reading

It’s a Musical Life

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4 year old, Lorelei, came up to me and said “Momma, can we move to Baltimore?”

I told her that we already lived there once before and didn’t plan to move back, but asked her why she wanted to move to Baltimore of all places.

She revealed a copy of the movie Hair Spray and said “The kids in Baltimore really know how to dance… I think I want to be friends with the kids in Baltimore when I grow up.”

A child after my own heart. If only life was a musical!