Things I Never Thought I'd Say Part 3

Here's this week's sample...

"Yes, you are a big boy like daddy. But you can't ask every girl to marry you. You need to drive a car and have a job first."

"Get in this house. You may not play outside without pants on."

Raising boys is so much fun!

And examples of what I've told Katie this week...

"Yes, you are growing up, but I don't think you can wear my bra's yet."

"You may not sit on your brother's face to shut him up. Not only is it dangerous, it's gross. What if he bites you?"

I love being a mom. What would I blog about otherwise?!

Eli's a Big Boy

Recently we've been talking to Eli about getting rid of his pacifier (he calls it his bow bowf) when he turns 4. We've been wanting to give him clear warning that he will be throwing it away on his birthday so he wont be as upset. Well, this morning Katie was making Eli's bed and couldn't find the pacifier. She asked him where it was and he told her he threw it away in the garbage. She asked him why and he said "I'm big like Daddy. I don't need it". They came down and told me and he insisted that I leave it in the garbage can because he doesn't need it. Like I've always said when raising kids be it potty training, bike riding or whatever, they'll do it in their own time we just encourage!

Live Action Play Station

Katie is playing Play Station 2 tonight. She's playing an X-Men game. As she's playing it Eli is physically acting out all he sees on the screen. It amazes me how those kids can find a way to play a 3 year old and an 8 year old game all at the same time. My kids are amazing!

Gotham City is now safe

Eli just put on his batman pj's then put the cat mask from the dress up bin on me and said I have to be cat woman. Now he's running circles around me saying he's mad at me for being best buddies with Penguin. Love his playfulness even at 9 at night. Nighty night, Gotham City. You are now safe. Batman has captured Cat Woman!

Fibromyalgia is SO weird

Fibromyalgia is SO weird. One of the things I hate most is the randomness of the pain (yes, randomness is a word in my world). One day it hurts in my leg and the next it's my neck. Never the same place twice. And never a sign of where it'll be next. Tuesday it was my left knee. It hurt to stand, sit , kneel, anything. Wednesday, get this, it was my thumbs. Both thumbs hurt to stretch them, bend them, move them. Today it's the top of my head. This is the one that I hate the most. It feels like someone dropped something really heavy (like a brick) on the top of my head. It hurts so bad that it makes it hard to think. If any of you ever gets FM, you can call me and I will cry with you, yell at the world for you and pray with you. FM sucks (pardon my harsh language, but it does!)

Eli's Prayer

So I've mentioned before that Eli's gift is prayer. Several weeks ago he began praying one prayer at every meal. It started with "Dear God, thank you for this food and please..." and the rest was all jumbled up. No one really knew what he was saying, but we figured it was his prayer to God so God knew! Well, Sunday he walked up to Pastor Rick and told him that he has been praying for Leah. It blessed Pastor Rick and convicted me because I although I have been praying for Leah I haven't lead the kids in prayer for Leah. The next night at dinner Eli asked to pray again and did his usual prayer. Afterward I asked him if he'd prayed for Leah that day. He began crying and said he just did. Finally, we had him slowly tell us his prayer. It went like this "Dear God, thank you for this food and please bless Leah and she be well. Amen." Apparently my three and a half year old had been praying for Leah three times a day for about a month. What a good boy he is!

Katie is choosing to read...

Katie hates to read. She loves books. She loves stories. She loves to be read to. She loves listening to books on tape. But to actually read the words herself is not her favorite thing in the world. However, recently she has been choosing to read. Now, don't misunderstand, she doesn't pick up books and actually read them. But she reads all the time. As we're driving in the car she's been reading signs. When the mail comes, she reads who the individual pieces of mail are for and from. And just now she turned on a movie and read the name of the producers and tried to read the names of the actors. Who says she has to open a big chapter book to really be reading. My daughter is a reader. She just had to find the things she wanted to read! And I am so glad she did!