Quotes of the Week

A glimpse at our week through the ramblings of a three-year-old...


Goose:  “Can I use my blankie to blow my nose”

Me:  "Why don’t you walk downstairs and get a kleenx?"

Goose: “I don’t need one” as she wipes her nose on her blankie anyway




"When I grow up I want to be a BIG Mommy!"




“yeah, it took me FOREVER to put all that stuff up!”




“I got five pairs of underwear in my bookbag!” Proudly & randomly stated at a birthday party (at least she was telling the truth)





Goose to Me as we sat at the lunch table...
“You can get yourself some chips. And you can get me some chips. I’m not going to get you any chips though. You can get yourself some chips.”




(My Favorite)
Conversation with Daddy while getting a bath.

Goose: “Did we go to church two times today”

Daddy:  "Yep, we sure did. What were we thinking?"

Goose:  “yep, we did go to church two times. That’s crazy. We went once for singing & once for a baby shower. But they are still waiting on the baby to figure out what his name is.”

Broken Toe

So I think I broke my pinky toe… no big deal… it’s not like I can’t walk… it’s just a little sore. Sometimes I forget that it is injured, then I put on shoes or try to sit on my foot (yes, I am one of those weird people who sits on her foot all the time), or a 30 pound toddler steps on my feet (on purpose of course)…. & I remember that it hurts.


But I think my life needs a broken toe. As you might have guessed by now, I seem to learn from random, seemingly insignificant things… like broken toes. We stub our toes all the time, some of us more than others. And we usually ignore the aching appendages… why not? Even doctors tell us there’s nothing you can do. But this tiny swollen toe just won’t be ignored. It keeps aching, reminding me of how just two days ago, I was rushing the Goose along when she stopped suddenly, causing me to stub my little toe on her hard heel. I know, it’s not that good of a story, or is it? I was rushing, hurrying her along, following so close behind that I didn’t even have time to stop, and if I’m honest, didn’t even notice that she stopped.

Rushing. Hurrying. Got to Move-it-move-it. Not paying attention to what’s in front of us… or paying too much attention to what’s in front of our face & not enough to what’s in front of our feet…. And that’s how we stub our toes. It seems I have to learn the same lessons in life over & over & over & over (you get the point) again. God constantly reminds me, in strange & not-so-strange ways, to slow down. To quit rushing through life trying to get every item off my “to do” list & to start putting some things on my list… things that don’t need & shouldn’t be crossed off. This week, I stubbed my toe… next week, I think my internet may mysteriously fail… or maybe my cell phone will spontaneously combust… who knows! But I have this sneaking suspicion that He’s going to keep slowing me down until I learn to slow down myself.

Reminds me of an African proverb I read somewhere… “look not where you fell but where you slipped” Or… “look not at your broken toe, but where & how you stubbed it”

Thank you Full House!

There aren't many moments in life that you are truly thankful for 80s sitcoms, but today I found myself being very thankful for Full House.  (You can thank me later for the theme song now running through your head.)

The Goose was playing so well by herself tonight & being oh-so-sweet (a rarity these days in the land of three-year-old-attitudeville) so... we decided to let her stay up late.  She likes to play with her babies on the steps... sometimes they are beds, sometimes they are trampolines... but as you will recall, her imagination has exploded, so who knows what the steps were tonight.

Then... suddenly, from the peaceful playing Goose not eight feet away I hear...
 "MOMMY MOMMY AAHHHH!!!!"  With a desperation of voice no italics can relay.  I leap from my chair, run (the whole 8 feet) to the steps wondering what on earth could have happened to her from the third step... with no sharp objects... no noise... & no warning...  Then I see it... her head... stuck between the railing. 

Now I know... a good mother should NOT burst into laughter at her child's trauma, but... I couldn't help it!   (And even as I type, I still cannot stop laughing).  Nor could I help the words that just poured from my mouth, without heistation & with not a bit of worry in my mind, I knew just what to do...
"It's ok.  Just calm down.  Thanks to Full House I know just what to do.  Daddy will get the saw, take that railing off & you're head will be free in no time!"

That's right... thanks to those silly sisters, I had no fear... no need to panic... no need to try butter or ice... no pushing, no pulling... I knew what to do.

As luck would have it, Daddy didn't need that saw afterall.  Just the thought of it made the Goose's head pop right back out.  And if you are wondering what prompted this little incident... Evidentally, Pretty Baby had taken a tumble & instead of climbing down the three steps to check on said baby, The Goose decided she would take a short-cut.  (Is it bad that I wish I had my camera sitting right there?)  Oh well!  All's well that ends well.  BUT... "Whatever happened to predictabilty..."

Quite an Imagination…

My how the imagination of a three year old goose grows! Here’s a glimpse of today’s adventures…

“Mommy, I’m reading Pretty Baby some stories about Jesus.”
As she flips through the pages of a Beth Moore devotional book…
“And Jesus learned to crawl & to Jump! Jump! Jump! Jesus liked to jump when he was a baby.”
 She could be right… who knows!

“Mommy, I’m playing Harris Teeter… The bread’s by the door & the watermelon’s on the rug & the cookies are over here on the table”
 … remarkably, she has the store layout correct. Maybe she can start putting my lists in aisle order soon!

“I’ve gotta take a big test. I’ve never taken a test before.”
Wonder where she got that one from???

What a Day!

Busy Busy Busy Goose... I'll let the pics tell about her day...

Feeling Creative This Morning... Bring on the Playdoh!

Look at my nest!  I made it ALL by myself!  Seriously... NO help from ANYone!!! 
I was proud, and so was mommy :)

There!  PERFECT! 

Saying Bye to Daddy... Not so happy...

Working for Momma... A model's job is never done! 

Showing off the Monkey at VBS program...

... & the Parrott

Putting some money in the VBS wishing well (For Make a Wish)

... & getting splashed in the face by the water :)

& the best end to the day... A hug from Gamma