February 2019

L1 and L2 had helped make chocolate no-bake cookies and were finishing by licking the utensils and dishes. L1 (6.5yrs) got mad at L2 and I stepped in. Here’s the condensed version.

L1: He’s licking something that I wanted to lick!

L2 continues scraping the chocolate off the side of the bowl, undaunted.

L1: Let’s make a plan! You can lick your spoon and the bowl and I’ll lick the three cookie scoops, the measuring cup, and the spatula. Then that’s fair because your things are bigger than mine.

/me shoots L1 a look. He quickly adjusts

L1: Or do you have a plan idea, L2?

L2 (with a casual shrug of his shoulders): My plan is, we just eat whatever we feel like eating.

L1 goes into a complete screaming, shaking, uncontrollable meltdown: Mom! He doesn’t have a plan!

L1 (tromping though the LR): Mom, my tummy got hungry again.

Me (doing devos on the couch): There’s a banana in the kitchen.

L1 (returning to his computer game): You can go get me one.

Overheard while boys were playing…

L2 (5.5yrs): I always get a sore tail from rescues.

L1: Then stretch-stretch-stretch your muscles!  Stretch-stretch-stretch your muscles!

**boys proceed to “pretend to stretch their Lego creation’s muscles.**

L2: Now my tail isn’t sore anymore!!!

L1: L2, can you look at me so we can hear each other better?

L2: This campsite is tilted!

L3: Potty. Hungee. Home.

L1: I can’t fall asleep and that means I’ll be cranky in the morning and I don’t want to be cranky. I want to be obedient to you and Daddy.

L2: Mom, I have a little less than full energy.

L2: The parking lot is super duper close! I’m super duper happy.

L1 (6.5yrs): Can God transform into a submarine? Because He is powerful!

L1: L2, stop making that noise! You’re anoring me with it!

God, help all the people in the world with all the stuff.

Overheard from L2 (5.5yrs) during reading time today:

It’s almost like Batman is part of Paw Patrol!  He’s actually a superhero!

It’s been a few mornings  of L1 (6.5yrs) doing things to his brothers and his brothers screaming in response.

Me: The last two mornings, I have been waken up by screaming.
L1: I’ve been trying to change that.  I keep telling my brothers, “Don’t scream.”
Me (stopping L1 abruptly): if you want to change that, you need to start by changing what’s in *your* heart and what *you’re* doing.
L1 (very matter of factly in statement form): Well, that’s a little hard, isn’t it.