Earlier this afternoon I emailed my friend Honey and asked her the Spanish word for booger. I told her I needed it for a blog post I was writing.
Honey is originally from Venezuela so she is my go-to friend when I need something translated. (Because I need things translated all the time. Don't you??)
She responded with my answer and informed me that requesting the Spanish word for booger was the funniest and most unexpected thing anyone has ever asked her to translate!
And for some reason that made me proud. And the pride that I took in myself for asking the Spanish word for booger also made me realize that perhaps I need a hobby.
Anyway, come back tomorrow and maybe if I have time between now and then I can write the post that drove me to ask Honey the Spanish word for booger.
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
I guess he really is growing up.
For the last 6 years I have had no peace in the bathroom. It seemed as if a radar went off as soon as I entered the bathroom causing one or both of the kids to barge in.
But I think things are about to change.
Over the last couple of weeks, if Peter opened the door on me while I was using the toilet he would quickly close it. And it's been a while since he's come into the bathroom when I've been in the shower.
But I didn't think anything of it until Sunday morning. I was stepping out of the shower when I realized I left my robe hanging on it's hook in the closet. I was heading to the closet to retrieve it when I could hear Dan say from Peter's room, "Go show Mommy what you have on and see if it's o.k. for church."
Peter charged into the bedroom at exactly the moment I was scurrying (completely in the buff) towards the closet.
When he saw me a look of wide-eyed panic crossed his face and he shrieked "Aughhhhhhh! Ewwwwwww! I see your hair! I see your hair!" and ran from the room covering his eyes.
It's taken over 6 years, but perhaps I can finally have a little peace and quiet in the bathroom.
And I think Peter's eyes have finally stopped burning.
But I think things are about to change.
Over the last couple of weeks, if Peter opened the door on me while I was using the toilet he would quickly close it. And it's been a while since he's come into the bathroom when I've been in the shower.
But I didn't think anything of it until Sunday morning. I was stepping out of the shower when I realized I left my robe hanging on it's hook in the closet. I was heading to the closet to retrieve it when I could hear Dan say from Peter's room, "Go show Mommy what you have on and see if it's o.k. for church."
Peter charged into the bedroom at exactly the moment I was scurrying (completely in the buff) towards the closet.
When he saw me a look of wide-eyed panic crossed his face and he shrieked "Aughhhhhhh! Ewwwwwww! I see your hair! I see your hair!" and ran from the room covering his eyes.
It's taken over 6 years, but perhaps I can finally have a little peace and quiet in the bathroom.
And I think Peter's eyes have finally stopped burning.
Monday, September 28, 2009
Miracle Monday
It's Miracle Monday!
Today I want to introduce you to 4-year-old Gabriella. Gabriella was diagnosed in April with a severe and irreparable case of Myocardial Bridging which is causing Secondary Restrictive Cardiomyopathy.
Gabriella needs a heart transplant.
In fact, she was doing well enough that they she was going to be put on the heart transplant list on October 15th.
But on Friday Gabriella had a stroke. She has a blood clot in the left part of her brain and currently has no right side control and no speech.
In addition to this, her transplant is now on hold.
As I was reading the post updates that her mom Kristi wrote, I was amazed that she was able to see a miracle in this. She wrote:
"One miraculous thing I want to mention is speech. The location of her clot is directly on the speech area of her brain. Until puberty, children have the ability to relocate and reassign where the brains speech ability is located. Fortunately, she has the possibility of her speech returning because of how the brain performs this amazing change."
The human body never ceases to amaze me. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. - Psalm 139:14
Please pray that Gabriella's speech and movement be returned and if you have a moment, head over to their blog and let them know that you are praying for them.
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Tuesday, September 22, 2009
I wonder if he was actually aiming for the nose?
"Wanna know what happened at school today?"asked Sarah nonchalantly.
I would love to know what happened at school today I wanted to scream! But I decided I should keep my cool considering every time I ask her or Peter about school I am met with a shrug of the shoulders and an "I don't remember."
"What happened?" I quietly asked barely looking up from the cupcake batter I was cleaning off the counter tops and the back splash.
"Riley kissed me!"
Not quite the answer I was hoping for.
"Oh he did?" I said brightly. "Where?"
"In the circle at circle time."
Again, not really what I was looking for.
"No, I meant where. Like on the cheek?"
"No. It was on the nose."
At this point I was biting my lip to keep from laughing out loud. And then in my head I'm wondering if he was aiming for the lips and missed, or aiming for the cheek and missed or if he in fact was aiming for the nose.
"Do you like Riley?" I continued.
"Yes. But Kirsten doesn't."
"Well, it doesn't matter if..." I began to launch into my speech and I got cut off.
"I know. I know. Don't say it." I guess Sarah got enough of that lecture last year during preschool when she had a very strong-willed BFF who did not like it when Sarah liked people that she didn't like. It was a lot of 4-year-old drama.
And as she was brushing off my lecture it seemed like I was talking to a 15-year-old instead of a 5-year-old. I felt as if I was holding a heavy crystal ball.
I then changed my line of questioning and asked if she minding Riley kissing her. And she said yes she did mind.
So I told her if he tried it again she could say no and that would be o.k.
She seemed relieved at that answer and happily resumed gluing yarn to a piece of paper she had cut out with her nubby-tipped scissors and I was happy to be talking to a 5-year-old again.
I would love to know what happened at school today I wanted to scream! But I decided I should keep my cool considering every time I ask her or Peter about school I am met with a shrug of the shoulders and an "I don't remember."
"What happened?" I quietly asked barely looking up from the cupcake batter I was cleaning off the counter tops and the back splash.
"Riley kissed me!"
Not quite the answer I was hoping for.
"Oh he did?" I said brightly. "Where?"
"In the circle at circle time."
Again, not really what I was looking for.
"No, I meant where. Like on the cheek?"
"No. It was on the nose."
At this point I was biting my lip to keep from laughing out loud. And then in my head I'm wondering if he was aiming for the lips and missed, or aiming for the cheek and missed or if he in fact was aiming for the nose.
"Do you like Riley?" I continued.
"Yes. But Kirsten doesn't."
"Well, it doesn't matter if..." I began to launch into my speech and I got cut off.
"I know. I know. Don't say it." I guess Sarah got enough of that lecture last year during preschool when she had a very strong-willed BFF who did not like it when Sarah liked people that she didn't like. It was a lot of 4-year-old drama.
And as she was brushing off my lecture it seemed like I was talking to a 15-year-old instead of a 5-year-old. I felt as if I was holding a heavy crystal ball.
I then changed my line of questioning and asked if she minding Riley kissing her. And she said yes she did mind.
So I told her if he tried it again she could say no and that would be o.k.
She seemed relieved at that answer and happily resumed gluing yarn to a piece of paper she had cut out with her nubby-tipped scissors and I was happy to be talking to a 5-year-old again.
Monday, September 21, 2009
Miracle Monday
It's Miracle Monday and do I have one I am very excited to share with you today!I have written about Jeneil and Rhema before and I am so happy to be writing about them again!
Here's a quick recap of Rhema and her current capabilities as described by her mother Jeneil: "Rhema is a 5 ½ years old with autism, aphasia, and a seizure disorder – all of which make it extremely difficult… no, nearly impossible for her to speak and understand language. When last tested,Rhema had the expressive and receptive language of a 12-month old."
And if you will remember, Rhema's name means "spoken word" which is extremely ironic considering that she doesn't really speak.
Since Rhema was a little baby Jeneil has been quoting the following verse to her every night at bedtime:
"The word is near you; it is in your mouth and in your heart, that is, the word of faith we are proclaiming: That if you confess with your mouth, "Jesus is Lord," and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved." (Romans 10:8,)
Please stop what you are doing and go to her blog to see what God is doing with his Word and with his beautiful non-verbal daughter Rhema.
Go! Now!
He performs wonders that cannot be fathomed, miracles that cannot be counted. - Job 5:9
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Thursday, September 17, 2009
Preschoolers say the darndest things!
"Shew! Your breath stinks! You need to brush your teeth before you come here."
Yes, well, too much coffee and apparently not enough Listerine in the mornings combined with pretzels at snack time do tend to make for stinky breath.
They are NOT paying me enough to work here!
"I love you!"
Awwww! Shucks. I love you too, kid!
The pay may be just right.
Yes, well, too much coffee and apparently not enough Listerine in the mornings combined with pretzels at snack time do tend to make for stinky breath.
They are NOT paying me enough to work here!
"I love you!"
Awwww! Shucks. I love you too, kid!
The pay may be just right.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
I do love a man in uniform!
When I arrived home Monday evening from the 1st Grade curriculum meeting, Peter was in the driveway. He came running up to the car wearing a smile from ear to ear and his new Tiger Cub uniform.
Gosh, I love that kid!
Monday, September 14, 2009
Miracle Monday
It's Miracle Monday!
It's easy to participate. Just write about a miracle that you have witnessed, heard about or been a part of and link back to it here. You can copy and paste the Miracle Monday badge into your post if you would like. That's it!
Sunday, September 13, 2009
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