Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Monday, August 18, 2008

More Car-bus

While we were looking at pictures of trucks....

John: "I want something to drink."

Daddy: "What do you want to drink?"

John: "I want a cup of car-bus."

Saturday, August 2, 2008

The Smell of Yeast

John woke up very early this morning, around 4:30 a.m. I went in and told him to go back to sleep, but he was crying again in a few minutes, so I took him back with me into the study and we lay down for another hour or so.

When we got up I felt a bit groggy, but after I got John some Cheerios and soy milk, I decided to start putting together some bread dough. I got out a big red bowl and put in the lukewarm water, measured out the yeast and honey, and stirred it up. John was sitting on the chair next to me and grabbed the little measuring spoons and before I knew it, he overturned the bowl and it spilled all of over him, me, Bee Bee, and just about everything else.

Not only that, but John fell off the chair and stared up at me for a moment with those imploring eyes before he started crying. I am ashamed to say that I got angry at him and snatched him up and took him to his room and changed his clothes and diaper, telling him all the while how angry I was at him.

It was wrong of me to care more about the mess than about John and I apologized to him later. I pray that God will help me to do better next time around.

"Please Don't Make Me Dance"

The other evening I was changing John before bedtime and I started humming a tune. It was strangely familiar to Kristi and me, but we couldn't quite place it. Then we remembered that it was a song that I used to sing to John, while I dangled his feet on the kitchen table (this was before he could walk.)

Please don't make me dance for my dinner
Please don't make me dance for my meal
Please don't make me dance for my dinner
You just cannot know how it feels

I always felt slightly cruel when I made John dance that way, but somehow it was so funny that I couldn't help myself.


Sometimes I make believe that I am a big monster and shout out "Baaah" and then chase John. He gets a big smile on his face and then runs away to his mother.

Or sometimes we play this game on the big bed in the study and he crawls away into the corner of the bed against the wall.

If John wants to get my attention and get me to chase him, he shouts out "Baaaah."