6.24.2011
After the intense hail storms we had, the insurance company declared our car a total loss. We finally got all of the paperwork settled, and Progressive called to say they could have the tow truck come get the Sentra later today.
I was telling Sarah that I was sad about saying goodbye to the Sentra. She replied, “I’m not worried because I don’t really like that car anyway.” She then asked why I liked it so much.
I explained that I got that car when it was brand new and beautiful and ran really well. I told about all the places it had taken us, and how it was the perfect car for me. I told her that we had driven it over 200,000 and had it for more than 12 years now.
After that last statement, Sarah exclaimed, “Wow! That is a REALLY durable good!”
I just had to laugh and agree with her.
5.10.2011
We were driving through a pretty intense construction zone on 114. As a foul stench entered the car, I said, “Whew–something stinks.”
My mom responded, “It smells like tar.”
Of course, Sarah had her own explanation. She emphatically informed us, “That’s just my pretend girls. They haven’t had a bath in a very long time.”
4.16.2011
As I was brushing Sarah’s hair, we could hear Pucci’s thunderous footsteps pounding down the hallway. I asked Sarah is Pucci was a “big kid” since he can run so quickly now. She quickly responded that Pucci is still a baby.
I replied, “But you always used to tell Pucci that when he could run, he would be a big kid. Now, he’s running, so doesn’t that mean he’s a big kid?”
Sarah stuck to her original answer with the following logic: “He’s not a big kid yet because he doesn’t follow the rules. When he learns to follow the rules, then he’ll be a big kid.”
Loving to hear Sarah’s ideas, I had to ask which rules Pucci needed to learn. Sarah was ready with these, “Like not touching Mommy’s computer, and not getting into Mommy’s bag, and he can’t take things out of my Tinkerbell box. That’s trespassing.”
That was the kicker–TRESPASSING! Thank goodness for the entertainment that kids provide.
3.28.2011
As Sarah was picking out her pajamas, she noticed the different panties in her drawer and said, “Tomorrow, I’m going to wear my ‘Belle’ panties.”
I was in her room tidying up, so to make conversation, I simply said, “Oh, that’s good. Belle is my favorite princess.”
Sarah smiled as she explained, “That’s why I’m going to wear my ‘Belle’ panties tomorrow; when I wear my ‘Belle’ panties, I think of you.”
Awww…Smiling, I replied, “That’s so sweet. You’re such a sweet girl, Sarah. Why are you so sweet?”
To which Sarah stated, “Hmm…Let me think about that.”
She then muttered, “Think, think, think,” as she poked herself in the head. I believe she learned this thinking technique from Winnie the Pooh. Perhaps I should start utilizing it–it usually seems to help her come up with some good ideas, and this one was definitely a winner.
All of a sudden, Sarah proudly exclaimed, “Oh, I know, because you taught me to be sweet!”
Well, I’m sure you can guess that I was just beaming. That small statement made me feel so good. There are so many days that go by with unfinished to-do lists that I often feel like my time just gets wasted. The moments like these, though, help me remember why we choose for me to stay home and mother our children. I know that I am doing something right, even if you can’t tell by the physical state of our house.
3.27.2011
This morning, Sarah came to me after laying in bed with Christopher for awhile, and she said, “Mommy, I saved all of my snuggles for you.”
I responded, “Really? You didn’t give Daddy ANY snuggles? That’s so sweet, but I don’t need ALL of your snuggles, just 3. How many snuggles do you have?”
Sarah paused for a moment to think, and it looked like she was counting in her head, then she said, “Umm…just 29.”
Then she climbed up next to me and started rubbing her head on my chest and saying, “Snuggle, snuggle, snuggle, etc.” I’m not sure how many snuggles I technically received, but she did save some for Christopher.
Later, she went to give him the remaining snuggles. When she was done, she told him, “That’s all the snuggles I have for you, Daddy. That’s all I could buy. They were very expensive.”
Christopher thought this was especially funny since he didn’t hear our conversation earlier. So, he gave Sarah some snuggles back before telling her, “That’s all the snuggles I have for you, Sarah.”
Her response, “Were they expensive snuggles, Daddy?”
3.19.2011
Sarah: Can I pick out your shoes for you today?
Me: No. I like to pick my own shoes.
Sarah: But Daddy let’s me pick his shoes for him.
Me: Well, that’s because he’s Super Daddy.
Sarah (in a huffy voice): But you’re not Super Mommy. You never let anybody else pick out your shoes. I’m just gonna leave you alone. (Closes the door strongly and walks away.)
3.16.2011
Sarah loves to re-write the Signing http://www.juliafriedl.net/wp-admin/post.php?post=167&action=editTime Theme Song to go with whatever’s happening that’s exciting for her. So, as we were listening to Beatles music this morning, she broke out with:
There’s singing time and dancing time
And laughing time and playing time
And now it is our favorite time–
TICKET TO RIDE TIME! (at the very tip top of her lungs)
I’ve never heard her exclaim anything that loudly, except out of anger, of course.
She even said, “Wow, that was really loud.”
I replied, “Yes, it was. I guess your voice is growing, too.”
Sarah explained, “I learned that from Daddy, because he’s loud. And Uncle Brother Baby, because he’s loud, too. I learned all of that loudness from them.”
Ahh…aren’t kids and their logic just the greatest?
3.9.2011
Sarah really did NOT want to get ashes on her head today. I told her, “That’s okay. You don’t have to get ashes if you’re not ready. Maybe when you’re five you’ll be ready for ashes.”
Her response, “No, I’ll be ready when I’m thirty.”
Later, at church, several of the other little children received ashes. On our way home, I asked Sarah if she was surprised to see so many other little kids getting ashes on their heads. She said that she was.
I then asked if she wished she had gotten ashes, but she was resolute in her decision to abstain from them. So, I said, “What did you think when you saw the other kids getting ashes?”
Her response, “I thought they looked bored.” Another classic Sarah answer. That girl.