A funny little K

So we've got this little live-in comedianne.  She says something funny every day, and I always think I'm gonna remember...Here are a few of her recent gems.

Standing in McDonalds, "MOM!  WHERE'S MY Mc...STUFF!?!"

 As I was stuffing the pinata (duh, how do you add the ~?) in her thoughtful voice:

"I'd like to share a few thoughts about candy:"
(Seriously, those were her words.)

Then she broke out into a rock-n-roll dance and song,

"Oh, yeah!  Candy!  It's for eating!  Eat candy!  Oh, yeah, BABY!"

While playing "Angry Birds" on my touchpad:
"Mom, who gave you this thing?"
"Daddy."
"No, I mean who gave it to Daddy?"
"Uncle Thor."
Very seriously, "Mom, you need to write that man a letter that says, 'Uncle Thor, you are so nice.  You are the nicest man ever!  We love you for giving us the angry birds game.  Thank you very, very much!'"  And then under her breath, "Uh!   Stupid pigs!"

Every time we go into a store she waves her hands around and says,
"Open, Sesamonie!"  to the automatic door.  Then waving her hands behind her after we've entered,
 "Close, Sesamonie!"

She is the kid that started the "Pants, pants, I need pants!"  routine that we all reference anytime anyone is bare.  It is a sing-song chant accompanied by a butt-wiggle fancy-dance.

Fabulous little K!

p.s.  Overheard conversation at lunch table with little friend A.

A  "I need a drink.  I'm tirsty!"

K  "A, you say that wrong.  I will help you.  It's shirsty.  Sshhhhursty.  Try to say it the right way."

 

CHOCOLATE on a Train Filled with Soul-Sucking Dementors

Yesterday, I was part of a glorious neighborhood parade.


(Not a real representation of said parade--wish I'd taken pictures.  This is just for your viewing enjoyment.)

Tamborines, ribbons and floats.  Joyful dancers--CANDY!!!
It was a spectacular celebration!!!

As the crowd thinned and we started for home, I turned to my friend and sighed, "Twenty years ago, if someone had predicted this day..."

See, my friend's three-year old had FINALLY pooped in the potty!


Hence the parade--it was around the cul-de-sac with about 7 neighbor kids and an enthusiastic grandma.  But the rest is true, too--OK, there was only one float, and it was really a wagon.  Use your imagination.

Anyway, we grinned at each other and returned to our real-life craziness.

My whole life, I dreamed of being a wife and mother. 














I thought I knew what I was getting into.  Never, never could I have imagined...

Who knew that one could experience so many rich, intense emotions in one day? 

Such extreems of peace, discouragement, contentment, longing, enjoyment, discomfort, love, frustration, rage, rejoicing, dispair, extasy, interest, exhaustion, exhiliration, overwhelming incompetence and amazing sucess. 

I love it and I hate it, but I mostly love it.



There aren't enough words to express and not enough time to try. 


It's a fabulous life that doubles as a soul-sucking dementor.






I thank the Lord for it every single day.  It's just what I wanted.  I also plead all day long for His guidance and mercy--He is the only thread I'm hanging by most of the time--but He never lets me down. 


I feel so blessed and honored to be a mother, and so happy whenever I've survived another day of it!