This morning I got out our “old” coffee maker so I could make a full pot of coffee for iced coffee. Lovebug saw it and said, "So that’s an old fashioned coffee maker?". I could not contain my laughter! She even said “Are you laughing at me or the cat?”. Ummmm…look! The cat is doing . . . → Read More: Old fashioned coffee
For the longest time, Lovebug didn’t understand humor. She is *extremely* literal. She didn’t understand figures of speech like “I’m going to get on the computer" – she’d say, “Why are you going to get ON the computer, it could break”. She didn’t think jokes were funny because she’d spend so much time trying to figure . . . → Read More: My daughter is a comedian!
Tonight, I was playing with Lovebug and tickling her.
Lovebug said, “Hey!”
Me: “Hay is for horses!”
Lovebug: “I didn’t mean H-A-Y hay! I meant H-E-Y, like Hey! to get someone’s attention”
Smart girl, how’d she . . . → Read More: Hey! Is that for horses?
This morning we were rushing out the door to the grocery store because I overestimated how much toilet paper we had left when I went to the store a couple days ago (to avoid the crowds).
I told Lovebug to grab a friend (one of her many stuffed animals) to bring with her, and she came . . . → Read More: Lovebug-ism of the Day!
I was going through an old notebook of mine that I had used for all sorts of random notes from grocery lists to quotes from Lovebug. There is some good stuff in there!
Last March she said,
“Speaking of Easter…Can I have some water? I said speaking of Easter because blue is an Easter color and . . . → Read More: Out of the mouth of babes
Lovebug: “Mommy, do you know why I chose the glow-in-the-dark Silly Putty to play with this morning?
Me: “No, why did you choose that one?”
Lovebug: “Just in case all the lights in our house go out. That’s just how I am, I like to be “just in case”.
Lovebug: “I wish there was a store . . . → Read More: How my daughter thinks…
Out of the blue, Lovebug asked me this question,
“How do I know if it’s God talking to me, or if it’s Satan talking to me, or if it’s ME talking to me?”
Really? She’s 6. I was over 30 before I attempted to address that question for myself. She is so incredibly deep, it’s amazing.
I struggled with . . . → Read More: Out of the mouths of babes
This past Saturday night, just before Bug went to bed, I was rocking her in the rocking chair. I feel so incredibly blessed that she still lets me do this from time to time, even at 5 (and a half!).
Suddenly, she burst into tears! She said “I don’t want to grow up. I want to . . . → Read More: Don’t sweat the small stuff because God’s got it