Josiah and Grace

This morning....

Grace: JOSIAH, STOP PUTTING PILOWS ON MY HEAD!!!!! (Grace yells everything!)

Josiah: I'm just making you into the Eiffel Tower!!

Reasons I Love My Kids

Josiah: Don't you wish VBS went the whole summer?

Charis: Don't you know VBS is all the time? It's everywhere......

I think she has some holes in her theology that might need filled in......

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While eating ice cream:
Charis: Everyone, you cannot be messy, eat like me! Eat like a prince.

Ella: I can't eat like a prince, I'm a princess!!

Josiah: And I'm a king!! I know!! Let have an ice cream eating race!!! ('Cause that all makes sense together!)

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Josiah: MOM, WHERE DID YOU GET MY NAME???
Me: From King Josiah in the Bible
Josiah: OH, I THOUGHT YOU GOT IT FROM JOE!!

HUH?!?

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Tonight we took Charis, Josiah and Elliana to Kr0ger. Interesting to say the least. I made my list based on LAST week's ad. There was only one (can you believe it?) race car cart, so they had to take turns. I had to separate Josiah and Charis from the front of the cart because Charis's insistent kisses for her big brother were getting loud and drawing attention. Elliana only almost got hit by another cart 3 times. AND my husband took us and our 467 items through the Express Lane. I think they were glad when we left! I know I was!

Thankfully the police officer that Charis ran up to and hugged last time was not on duty today!

I love being the mom!!!

Conversation between Josiah and Charis

Josiah: How would we get 100 camels up the stairs?

Charis: One at time!

Josiah: What about when they have to poop?

Charis: We'll let them in the back yard!

The imagination of 5 year olds!

A Funny Thing You'll Never Hear

Josiah: Quick! Here comes a tornado!! Get in the helicopter!

conversation with Josiah

Josiah: My new name is Fire Face!!

Okay not a conversation, but funny nonetheless!!

Conversations with Josiah

At bedtime tonight:

Me: Good night, little man. I love you.

Josiah: okay



Huh???

My Kids Make Me Laugh!

Today was the Inauguration of President Obama. I was talking to Josiah about it....

Mommy: This is a very important day in history.

Josiah: Why?

Mommy: Because this is the first time EVER that there has been a black President of the United States.

Josiah: I know he's black. Look, he's on t.v. I can see he's black!

*After a pause

Josiah: I think I'll be the first blond president!

(how do you answer that???)

The girls were in a wedding this weekend. A beautiful, dignified affair....until my girls are there anyway. When I walked into the sanctuary for the rehearsal, the girls were on as only my girls can be. Charis and Ella were acting out a scene from Scooby Doo, Where's My Mummy? Because that is what you do when you have a platform and an audience. They were pretending to swim in sand because Scooby and Shaggy do when they see a mirage. This went on for a while when Risi rolled over on to her back and hollered:

"Jesus, help me!!!!"

Ah, the perils of being a PK! Or is it the perils of being a PK's mother????

Conversations

Josiah: (panting, running into the living room) MOM!! I NEED MY BELT, MY BUTT KEEPS FALLING OFF!!!!

(I hate when that happens!)

Kevin: You know, your pastor may start protesting your blog.

Me: Why is that?

Kevin: Because you put all of the good kid stories on it. Then I cannot use them in sermons, half the church has read them!

Me: Honey, "my butt keeps falling" will not preach!!

The conversation just disenegrated from there!

The Debate Continues

Me: See, Josiah, (pointing at the tv) Tweety thinks that girl bird is really pretty. So he's a boy because he likes girls!

Josiah: MOM!!! He's only pretending to be a boy!!

(I don't think I'll win this one....)

Getting Married

Mommy: Why are you going to marry Mackenzie?
Josiah: Mommy! Because we kissed...ON THE LIPS!!!!!

Pirate Eyes

Josiah: Mommy, why does that boy have a pirate eye? (an eye patch)

Mommy: That is to make his other eye stronger.

Josiah: (waits a moment) Mommy, I need stronger eyes!!

Josiah: Mom, how do you spell PBS?