Entries from June 2008 ↓

  This weekend Forest asked to take the training wheels off of his bike, and I said he could. I figured what would it hurt to try. (besides his knees. ha) Well, he figured it out in less than 20 minutes. Now he is whizzing everywhere on his bike. We even rode it to the park. I took a few pictures. When I uploaded them I got tears in my eyes. I cannot believe I have a baby big enough to ride a bike alone. It doesn’t seem like that long ago that we were pouring through baby name books, feeling lost in the sea of names….  Chase, Jack, Delsey, Peyton, Andrew… Wasn’t it yesterday that I was holding his hand as he learned to walk? And how he can ride a bike. Growing up happens too darn fast!

Warrior kept whining to me about wanting a Popsicle. I wanted to sit down and eat my homemade vanilla icecream with chunks of cookie dough in peace, thankyouverymuch. (Heck no, I didn’t make it. FIL loves me.) For the ever lovin’ love of ice-cream people, I need some space to stuff my face!! Finally I just gave him one, as I to hubby ”Lucky for him he’s such a good whiner, huh?” as I handed him the Popsicle. (Yes, I’m fully aware that I broke the cardinal rule of parenting, but seriously, you would too for this ice-cream!) Hubby replied back and said some thing like ”That reminds me of the story of the unjust judge in the Bible that gave that lady what she wanted to shut her up. I would think that story were kind of stupid if it weren’t in the Bible.”  I couldn’t remember the story (because I suck, and it’s not like my Father was a minister or anything), and I said “Well maybe it is stupid. There are some stupid stories in the Bible.” (In my defense, I didn’t mean the Bible was stupid by any means, I was just talking about stupid things that people did in the Bible, like David lusting over Bathsheba, for example.) Hubby laughed and said “Well, it was a parable Jesus told, so it’s not stupid.” Forest hops up and says “What does Jesus say that’s stupid? Huh? Huh? Huh? What does he say?”. Oh lovely, now my kid thinks Jesus’ words are stupid. Hubby says “Well, it’s not stupid, it’s just counterintuitive.” Brilliant thinking, my dear. Confuse him with the big words! Maybe he’ll start thinking about the word and forget that we ever the morons that mentioned stupid and Jesus in the same sentence. No such luck. So hubby had to explain the entire parable to him and it was just that he thought it was odd that the lady got what she wanted so she would be quiet, the whole shebang. Then he said “Where did you hear that story?”, and Hubby tells him it’s in the Bible. “What Bible? There are lots of Bibles. We have ’bout thirteen. Tell me what Bible it is in. Huh. Huh. What Bible?”. “All Bibles are the same, Forest.” “No! No! They’re not! Some are not the same! Some are green, and some have pictures, and, and, and…..”  Sometimes you just have to stop and scratch your head and wonder how you got in this situation to begin with. (Your wretched parenting skills began this one, Carrie, in case you forgot. You know.) Let’s just hope he erases this entire conversation from his memory and doesn’t start blaming his nagging on the Biblical parable.

So, if you were a piece of patio furniture at my house, these are some things you might overhear:

The other night Forest came in and said “what’s birf control?” After my eyes went back into my head, I said “Go ask your dad”. I didnt’ figure Daddy would answer him, but it would give me 3 seconds to think of a suitable answer. When he came back in, I said “What did Daddy say?” and he said “It’s what you do when you don’t want to have any babies right now.” and I said “Oh, yes. That’s right.” Forest said “Won’t that baby be mad and kick your uterus if it wants to come out and you take birth control to keep it in?” (He knows the word uterus because he asked a bajillion questions when I was preggo with Princess Peach.) IIIII YI YI!

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Forest was on the phone w/ his Granny (hubby’s mom), and this is what I overheard:

Tonight I’m coming to your house, ‘cept we have to remind Daddy. His brain isn’t working very good these days.
PAUSE (Granny talking)
Because he’s been painting with oil based paints and those paints are not good for you AT ALL!
PAUSE
Actually a’cuz they seep into your blood stream and knock out the good ox-a-gen. You knew that didn’t you?

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Oh, and two days ago he asked me completely out of the blue “Hey, can you ’splain to me how antibiotics knock out the bacteria?” Heck no, I can’t!

In the other post, I promised photos. Fear no more, for here they are! I took so many that I had barely any room left on my 1 gb memory card. (My computer is already so over run with photos that we had to add another hard drive and that’s even starting to get full. Watch out, dell memory, here I come!)

 Here’s the hubs and I:

My husband and the Princess:

My Father-in-Law and Warrior:

The Small Princes:

Poor Forest looks beat in this one. (And he was!)

Her Majesty:

Three of ‘Em:

Aunt Nikki and the Little Peach:

Back to reality, Carrie! (My dad used to sing a song at church with those lyrics and I got lost a leedle bit there.)

So anyway, guess what. My garden is doing fabulously beautiful! I go out there like a little Mother Hen and I cluck happily as I circle my garden. Okay, not really, but almost. It really is a terrific feeling to watch something come to fruition that you made with your own hands. (Actually, Mother Earth made it, but I planted them. So that counts. I think.)

So anyway, tonight was harvest time for the green onions and the leaf lettuce. My butter lettuce is super sweet and delicious. It was supposed to be leaf lettuce, but for some reason it headed in the middle. I’ve never seen leaf lettuce do that. (Lettuce expert, anyone?) And the onions smell and look delish! However I forget one teeny little thing when I planted it. I’m breastfeeding. I don’t think that onion flavored milk sounds very good. I bet wee Grace would agree. So I’m not sure what to do with the onions since I’m the only onion eater here. I debated trying to make some organic natural acne treatment for my spotty face out of it. But then I decided to give a few to my FIL and my neighbor. They can enjoy the fruits of my, err, Mother Earth’s labor.

My other plants are doing great too, all except the stupid peppers that we started from seeds. They aren’t dying, just not growing. The squash plants have 2 inch squash on them, the tomatoes are flowering, the sunflowers are ’bout 3 feet tall, the cucumbers are looking fab, and the pumpkins are doing what pumpkins do best - taking over the world.