Thank You!

The past couple of days we have been having to teach our children to say "Thank you!" Here are a couple of examples. Our youngest could not scoot himself at the table the other night as my husband and I were trying to help serve and get dinner situated for our children and some guests. Our youngest kept impatiently yelling for us to help him. His brother who is usually the arch nemesis came over and pushed him in for us without even being asked, to which the youngest began to wail at the top of his lungs that he had wanted mom or dad to do it. My husband turned and said "Now is a good time to say thank you."

Our daughter asked for a candy the other day after finishing her chores and I gave her a piece. She didn't like what I gave her so I put it back, and took out two more to give her a choice. My daughter didn't like either of them and decided the first piece was what she really wanted. By this point I decided she didn't really need the candy. Later when we were readying for bed and doing our family prayers she was still moping. My hubby asked her what was wrong. As she told him how unfair I was he replied "The better response would have been thank you, don't you think?"

Yesterday our married son and his wife had some extra laundry due to an unfortunate mishap in their bathroom so they asked if I would mind them doing laundry at our house most of the day. I said sure, they thanked me and went about doing laundry all day. In the evening I thought I might try to get a load in so I wouldn't be too far behind today. However the hubby asked if he could sneak a load in so he could have some pants for work.

This morning with the two loads of clothes I didn't get done and two more needing to be done my youngest announced he had wet the bed last night I was feeling like laundry was taking over my day. After taking the kids to school I went to throw his bedding into the wash only to find my hubby's cloths still there. When I went to throw them in the drier I found it full of his pants. I am pretty sure I was a little frustrated and said something under my breath. My youngest over heard and said "Mom, now is the time you say 'Thank you.'"

He was right I should be thankful that my husband helps me with the laundry, and that I have another day to play catch-up.*sigh* Thank you Dear for helping with laundry!

Darndest Things

My kids crack me up! Last night while picking big brother up from scouts my little lady is telling me how nobody spells her nick name right. Then she goes on spelling all of the miss spelled ways in which she has seen so far. Not wanting to be left out of the conversation my little man interrupts:

"Yeah I know! None of my friends can spell my name right either!" He spats out random letters.

I turn to him a little surprised and ask "You learned to spell your name!?"

He replied quite matter of factually, "Well yeah mom, it starts with "S" and then has a lot of letters after that."

Those kids tickle my funny bone!

My Little Man

The other day while visiting my parents I happened upon the cutest little conversation between my son and... himself.

In my parents living room my mother has a curio cabinet with a mirror in the back. Off and on through our visit I would catch my son observing himself in this mirror. He would make faces of sorts and do mocking of himself it was quite entertaining to watch.

The instance I wanted to share with you happened while changing my little guys diaper, I heard my little man talking and assumed it was to his sister. However when I finished and was able to look up I caught him once again in front of the curio. With a somewhat mischievous look on his face, pointing to his reflection and back to himself he said:

" You are me and I am you, and some times we can be nau-aughty!"

Then he grinned at himself and nodded his head with a pleased sort of look. Man he has himself down to a "T" no need for me to tell him, he already knows.

The Spice of Life

My little man has been an absolute hoot as of late. He has a way with words like no other! Sunday at church the young men were passing the sacrament. His older brother was across the room, and a friend of his did our row. My little man yells for all to hear: "I want my food from my brother! Not dat kid!" I wish I could have melted away.

Later that day he walks in on dad doing some "paper work" in the "library". When dad finishes his business, my son runs out to me and announces: "Mom! Dad made a turd for you!" Yes! Now if I could get him to do the same we would be in good hands wouldn't we.

Last but not least we had been trying to put him to bed for just over an hour. First he comes into the room because he is scared. Then he is thirsty...hungry...not tired...I know others have experienced this as well. With exasperation I told him he was being a turkey and needed to go to bed, to which he retorted: "Mom, I not a tookey! I am Chicken nuggets!" What was I thinking?!

The other day during family prayer he was assisted by his father in giving, he translated "Bless the baby in Mommy's tummy" to "Bless the baby in mommy's butt." It was hard to stay serious after that.

So as you can see we have a fully expressive little guy on our hands. What will he come up with next? Who knows. Well, I hope this raises your spirits as it has mine. Have a great day!