Is everyone humored by their children as much as I am? Oh, there are days that I am anything but humored, but I am sure it's God's grace that we can find such hilarity in these little people to get us through ALLLL the many tough days, weeks or just hours of frustration.
So to name a few latests:
Jake witnessed me spanking Sam (which is usually not for public eyes) and with a slight grin nodded his head in approval and said, "good job, Mom"
Jake was being walked to his room for a hitting-Sam-spank (if you can't tell this is it's own category of daily discipline) and Sam got all jazzed up as he watched us walk, swatting his hand in the air and saying, "sfank! sfank!" That now is just about a daily occurance.
I was telling Jake something important as he was buckling himself in the car and at the end I said, "yes, mommy" (as in, 'repeat after me'). Usually he says, "yes mommy" but this time he looks to Sam in his seat and whispers, "Sam, should I say "yes" or "no"?" Sam, who repeats everything and picks the latter answer if asked a question, said in his deep voice, "no". He looked back at me with a smile, I was not smiling, and he said, "Oh, ummm, yes mommy". SO glad that was sincere!
I promise I don't spend all my time disciplining my boys :) but it seems to be when a lot of the hilarity happens. So immediately following a spank, Jake will point up and say crying "PRAY!" and sometimes, "PRAY MY JESUS!" ( I think he thinks the prayer will instantly take the pain away because both run about the same length of time...I don't care I take it because I think it's adorable and good habit forming) so this time he flips over to pray without pulling his undies up yet. So I start praying and in the middle I'm interrupted by, "I don't want the ladies to see my naky booday (boody)" I opened my eyes and couldn't help but smile and I said, WHAT!? To which he responded, "Hey! I see a little Jakey in your eye!" (which was his reflection). Sometimes it's so fun(ny) to have these distractions in a serious moment to lighten both our moods.
Ok, it's not all about trouble...
Jake held up a rubber salamander and asked what it was. I told him and he said, "Oh. I wish I could have a sanitizer."
In our new house we have a very long path that runs straight through the whole length of the house, otherwise known as a race track. Jake LOVES to sprint down this "pathway". The other day I said, "wow, you're running fast". He stopped running, looked at me with a serious face and in his deepest voice said, "that's capuz I'm a man." and kept on running.
Recently I was in the bathroom and suspecting the boys had gotten outside (the locks we found are easy for them to manage). So after I left the bathroom, I'm searching the house, back and then front yard for them. Then I see my neighbor John, across the street step outside with a smile and out the front door behind him races Jake pushing his dumptruck full speed, Sam tottling behind. "We've been visiting!"shouts John across the street. Greaaaaat. So glad I'm starting nice first impressions on our new street! I wish I could say this has been our only "run-in" with my kids on the loose that they have witnessed. Fortunately they raised 7 collectively themselves and seem to fully understand what I'm dealing with here.
Never a dull moment!
