My Little Kingdom

A day in the life of me and my kingdom. Thoughts of a mother of four amazing little boys, a wife of an incredible husband and a woman trying not to forget about herself.

April 29, 2005

Sunday Comics

Delivered hot off the press and straight from the Moll Metro.

*During a lesson in Sunday school the teacher made a remark in reference to a scripture that said something about it being time to go. Isaac (18 months old) jumped up from busily playing on the floor and excitedly shouted ‘Go…GO…time to go’ grabbing his crayons and his dad’s hand as he headed for the door. (I find it reassuring that he was listening to the lesson at least.)

*After a long and busy day we were herding our boys into bed. I gathered up what pajamas I could find. Since I hadn’t had time to finish the laundry they didn’t all match. As we were helping them get dressed Edison exclaims, “but, my jammies don’t rhyme!”.

*On another occasion Isaac once again was coloring quietly next to me during a class at church. While two women sat down behind us. One kept leaning over to the other making comments. Yet again she leaned over with a funny remark when Isaac stood up and looked her in the eye and let out a loud “SSSSHHHHH” with slobber and all. She stopped mid-sentence, stunned. Everyone got a good chuckle out of that, including the well humored woman.

*During primary Everest was extended the invitation to give a short talk during the opening exercises. He readily agreed and practiced all week what he was going to say. Sunday came and it was his turn to get up and deliver his message. Being overwhelmed (even with dad right by his side) at standing in front of 100 or so kids he didn’t say much, nothing in fact. Later that evening his grandmother asked how his talk went and he reported enthusiastically, “Dad gave it all by himself!”. Obviously, very proud of his father.

*As we prepared for a last minute excursion Everest took charge and did his own packing. He ran upstairs with a large plastic shopping bag and soon returned with his entire drawer of underwear stuffed inside. Announcing that he was ready and headed out to the car. Saying something about just in case he needs them as he waved the bag of briefs high in the air. Now there is a well prepared young man with his priorities straight.

*Upon arriving at Cameron’s aunt’s house we toured her home admiring her recent remodeling and Christmas decorations. Everest particularly was fond of the large beautifully decorated Christmas tree in the living room. It was tall and heavily adorned with delicate and priceless keepsakes. We took a moment and pointed out all of the different things we saw on the tree. When at the end of our inventory of crystal, lace, delicate ribbon garland and other sparkling ornaments he exclaimed, “And deer poop!”. Huh? We all did a double take at the tree. Apparently the mauve clusters of grapes carefully placed throughout the tree’s branches were a perfect replica of deer poop. Everest is an expert on deer by the way.


Blogger jennybunny said...

Priceless! If I ever thought to write things like this down (or, if I had a memory worth a damn), I'm sure I'd have more entries like this.

Congrats on the new arrival, BTW. No doubt we will be regalled with stories of Hudson's exploits in no time...

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Anonymous Smallest Photo said...

Man those are fantastic. I particularly like the the jammies that don't rhyme!

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