Early Christmas morning, after opening up presents and oohing and ahhhing over Santa's gifts, Koen leaned over to me and said "Mom, I'm so glad that Santa brought me something cooler than what I actually wanted. He's the best present giver ever!" The remote control race track was an obvious hit--better than the original wish.
--------------------------------------------------------------------
After attending my favorite uncle's funeral, Daradie and I were in a restroom together and she opened up in the stall next to me in that intimate room of rooms and said, "Mom, Ennis seemed to be a really good guy. Yep. I'm pretty sure he's in heaven right now." I'm glad she knows that there is a wonderful place waiting for people after death. My aunt and uncle have wiener dogs (or Daschunds or whatever they're technically called) and my kiddos would call my aunt and uncle "Grandma and Grandpa Hot dog" because of their dogs.
-------------------------------------------------------------------
Update on the Halloween candy:
Daradie: passed and with flying colors. She had 3 pieces left on Christmas Day. Money earned= $53 that went directly into her savings account (minus tithing money). Testimony to you all, if my dear sweet chocolate covered Daradie can restrain to one piece of sugar a day, anyone can do it. Seriously. Truly. No reminders. Nothing. She did it. All on her own.
Koen: passed and with flying colors as well. I found him laying on his bedroom floor a few days before Christmas rolling around in agony in candy wrappers and almost in tears. "Mom! I can't eat all this candy. I'm tired of candy!" He thought he had to have just one piece left on Christmas Day. That. Coming from a kid who had almost 30 pieces of candy left in his bag. Money earned=$53 that went straight into his savings account (minus tithing money). He wants to do sheep 4-H and he'll be ready to buy a whole herd when it's time.
-------------------------------------------------------------------
Koen: Mom! Mom! Tell Skip to stop chewing on my ropes.
Me: You tell him.
Koen: He listens to you. You speak dog.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment