Bedtime funnies

Tonight at bedtime with the girls...

McKenna: Dear Elohim, Thank you for being a good God. Thank you for forgiving my sins. Be with Daddy. Keep him safe on the way home from Lafayette. Thank you for my family. Amen. Hey mom...did you know Elohim is another name for God?

Me: Yes, I know.

McKenna: Mrs. Swingle taught me that tonight. She's great. Anna, it's your turn to pray.

Anna: Dear Halloween. No, that's not it. Dear Heloise. No. Dear Eloise. No. Dear Mayonnaise. Shoot, that's not it either.

McKenna: Anna, maybe you should just say "God" instead. I'll teach you the other name tomorrow.

And with Samuel...

God, thank you for giving me a mommy. And thank you that my mommy is my mommy. (That's reason number 578 that I love three year old boys.)

Couldn't get 'em at Kroger even if I wanted to

The next running grocery list has been started. I saw it tonight when I thought about adding something to it. I decided against it because I thought it was cute that someone (ahem, Anna) had already started "the list". In cute little kindergarten manuscript it reads:

Dog

Puppy

Things to be left unsaid

Made it to clinical on time. Almost.

Got message that Chris had to work on day of "Fall Birthday" celebration for our girls, my mom, and all of my sisters.

Chris got schedule changed to accommodate our Saturday plans.

Chris's schedule for today got changed.

Chris contacted the greatest babysitters in the world.

Dad stood in the gap after Chris left.

Babysitter arrived.

Dad walked into town to pick up his truck since his ride (Chris) had gone to Lafayette.

I have minor meltdown at school.

I get the front and center slot at the flu clinic giving shots.

I hope my eyes aren't still puffy.

In walks the local news crew, camera man included.

Camera man was not my cousin.

I said I never wanted to be on the news. It was a life goal.

I was on the news.

I assumed that everyone read their news online.

I walked into Bible study.

I hear, "I JUST SAW YOU ON THE NEWS!"

Cat's out of the bag

My son has a secret talent. He can stand atop a climbing apparatus at the playground and pee his pants. Without getting A SINGLE DROP of urine on his pants.

Good story...

Mom and I took the kiddos out to dinner tonight (where McKenna was shocked to find a "carving knife" in her silverware wrap) and then did a little bit of hunting for a coat for Anna this winter. We ended up at Kohl's, naturally. There were only a couple of styles that we could find. Before heading for greener pastures (home...bedtime) Mom asked an employee if there were any other girls coats. The woman said, "It's a little early for those." From her place in the store's stroller McKenna piped up, "Well, then why are you playing Christmas music and selling Christmas things when it's still summer?" The Kohl's lady had to admit, "You make a good point..."

Just another day

On Tuesday of this week Rebekah and I were laughing about the way it is when you get toward the end of a degree. You approach the start of a new semester with a different question. It's no longer a question of "what will this be like?" or "how will I manage?" It becomes the question of "did classes start today? or yesterday? have I missed it?"

Oh, the foreshaddowing.

On Wednesday morning I was enjoying a bagel as I read the newspaper. I was just into the front section. I always leave my favorite sections for last. I enjoy the paper much more if I end with Baby Blues, Mallard Fillmore, and oh goodness...the strip with Jeremy and his parents. The name escapes me. At any rate, I was enjoying the paper and really enjoying my bagel. I was thinking about how nice it is to have homemade jam. It was toasted perfectly. Chris and the kids were all omletted and pop-tarted up in the other room. It was quiet. I had coffee. It was still hot.

And the phone rang.

My fellow nursing student is on the other end of the line. "What are you doing?" she whispers. I reply with a chipper voice, "reading the paper and eating a bagel. What are you do--" Oh dear. I realize before my sentence is finished that perhaps if she really wanted to know about my breakfast she would have asked in a different tone. It hit me like a ton of bricks that I was not where I was supposed to be.

I was, at that moment, creating a first-impression with my clinical instructor. My clinical instructor who was sitting at the Marion County Health Department with 9 other students. I was already 45 minutes late. Not showered. Teeth not brushed. (Because of course, I had to finish my breakfast before I headed out to the dental appointment that I had scheduled for later in the morning.)

Nice. I really did miss knowing when the first day of class was.

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Also, I had a tough conversation with Sam this week. He was BEGGING me to go over to his friend Master's house. Master is is newest imaginary friend. Newest being third in line after Jonathan and Jennifer. But they're not gone yet. Master is also Jonathan's friend. You might remember that they live in South Harbor.

Anyway, I play along and tell him that I haven't talked to Master's mother and that he won't be able to have a play date tonight.

We go inside a few minutes later and Samuel immediately goes to the toy telephone in the dining room. He punches a few numbers and begins a one-sided conversation. He covers the phone to tell me that he's talking to Master's mom. Apparently, she says it's OK for him to come over.

The poor boy was heartbroken that I still wouldn't let him go. Real tears for an imaginary friend.

A longer phase than expected

Last weekend Samuel informed me while we were driving that I was no longer to call him Sam or Samuel or Sammy. Apparently, his new name is "Cute and Cuddly". He has maintained this for 10 days and has introduced himself to strangers (at the high school band's ice cream social) as such. He gets quite the reaction.