We are on the cusp of adolescence at our house. Joy. Poor LeGrand. He has been dealing with notes like this for years. Maybe it is time for his wife to grow up.
Dear Mom,I really need you to know this but you’ll yell at me if I tell it to you directly. You see, it feels like your giving less and less attention to me and the only way to get attention from you is to be a brat.Also, If you could be less angry that would be great.Also, I’m getting older, I can take more responsibilities, not like clean the whole family room responsibility, like babysitting, taking care of the baby, making dinner, stuff like that.Also, I don’t know how, but somehow you can’t get it through your thick skull that we work better when it’s fun, to make it fun, you put on music, make it a game, stuff like that. I’d really appreciate the changes.Sincerely,Abigail
Dear Abigail,I really need you to know this but you’ll yell at me if I tell it to you directly. You see, it feels like your giving less and less attention to me and the only way to get attention from you is to be a brat.Also, If you could be less angry that would be great.Also, you’re getting older, you can take on more responsibilities, like cleaning the whole family room, AND babysitting, taking care of the baby, making dinner,and a lot of other stuff like that.Also, I don’t know how, but somehow you can’t get it through your thick skull that I work better when it’s fun, to make it fun, you put on music, make it a game, stuff like that. I’d really appreciate the changes.Sincerely,MomP.S. I love you and your sassiness and I think you are going to write a great college entrance exam someday and I am WAYYY looking forward to it.
Here is one of her recent stories. I found it jotted down on a folded up piece of paper. She loves to draw and write. I hope she grows up to be a famous author/illustrator. Or a non-famous one. Either way she’ll be o.k. with it. Keep reading and you will see why.
On the top fold of this little homemade book it has the book’s title: “The Small Prisus.” That’s “The Small Princess” for those of you that don’t speak childrenese. O.k. I admit it, maybe her wisdom could be spread to the spelling department someday. (Oh I better not forget to spellcheck this post)
Here is the story:
“Once upon a time there was a prisus (at least she misspells consistently) in a
far away kingdom Pompae. (She got the place from The Magic Treehouse, I am sure) She had a small kingdom.”
And the last line….the clencher.
“She was o.k. with that.”
Don’t you wish we could all be so wise?
Caroline is 4 weeks already. I can’t believe it.
Here was my mommy conversation with my 7 year old the other day.
Sophia: “Mom, Caroline is so so smart.”
Me: “I know, all my girls are smart. Why do you think she is smart?”
Sophia: “Oh it’s so easy. She already learned how to cross her eyes. It took me forever to learn how to do that.”
All of my older girls have been in heaven for the past week while Uncle Jordan’s family has been visiting. There is a younger kid around for each of them to have one to themselves at all times.
Yesterday the girls came home with the following news:
I’m still not in the mood.
Here is an e-mail forward from my dear blogging buddy Sheila.
And the mom’s advice for the day is to teach your slang straight.
The moral of the story. If you are going to say freakin, like me, make sure your kids know how to spell it.
You also need to make sure that they don’t repeat the word in front of my mom. She thinks the word freakin is as bad as the real thing.
My five-year old students are learning to read.
Yesterday one of them pointed at a picture in a zoo book and said,
‘Look at this! It’s a frickin’ elephant!’
I took a deep breath, then asked…’What did you call it?’
‘It’s a frickin’ elephant! It says so on the picture!’
And so it does…
‘ A f r i c a n Elephant ‘
Here is a conversation that recently occurred between Abigail and one of her church friend’s.
Abigail’s friend reported the conversation to her mother, who reported it to me. It’s a good thing that Abigail’s friend was already informed, if you know what I mean.
Abigail said pointing to the lingerie at the local Target: “Do you know what those little nighty things are for? They are for, you know, when, hmmm…hmmmm.hmmm. You can only dress immodestly like that for your husband when you get married.”
The un-named friend who will stay anonymous was silent and stunned.
Abigail continued, “Yeah, my mom and dad have done that at least 98 or 100 times.”
The friend’s jaw then dropped – with some force, I should add.
Abigail unaware of the friend’s shock, then made sure that her friend was informed completely, “If it would have worked every time, my mom and dad would have had 98 or 100 kids.”
This is me. I’m taking a bow. Don’t you think that our sex ed is getting through to our kids?
And, please don’t tell you children that they aren’t allowed to play with Abigail anymore. We have just taught her not to be embarassed about the topic.
I promise I will have a talk with her about what she is saying to other kids.
Or, if you are too scared to have the talk to your own children, feel free to send them Abigail’s way. I think that she could do a very thorough job, maybe even better then you could do yourself.
We had a talk with our daughters last night about what it means to be worthy to go to the temple. (For those of you who aren’t Mormon and are curious as to what it means to be worthy to go to the temple, I suggest you read this.) Here’s the conversation.
Me: “So girls do you know what you have to do to be able to go to the temple someday?”
Abigail: “Yeah, we have to keep the commandments?”
Me: “So, what exactly are you not supposed to do if you want to be able to go in the temple someday?”
Abigail: “What?”
Me: “Well, dad is about to tell you.”
LG: “You have to keep the Word of Wisdom, The Law of Chastity, pay your tithing, have a testimony.”
Abigail: “What is the law of chastity again?”
LG: You know, it’s the law that says you can’t have sex until you get married.”
Abigail: (embarrassed) “Oh yeah.”
LG: “So girls, just don’t have sex and no drinking Budweiser, and you’ll be worthy to go to the temple someday. Got it?”
Abigail: “What’s butt weiser?”
Abigail: “Yeah, that’s because you have all these kids now.”
I have posted before about some of our family’s seatbelt dialogue.
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