This morning, as we were snuggling in bed, I smiled at Kyrie.
She said to me, “Mommy, you have bunny teeth.”
Comments (1)
Way to flatter me, kid
Oh, the cuteness
Kyrie: “Mama, where’s my other yellow sock?”
Me: “I don’t know, sweetie.”
Kyrie: “Maybe it’s in heaven?”
They’ve got it all figured out…
On traditional roles:
Noelle: Girls go shopping.
Kyrie: Yeah, girls go shopping!
Noelle: Boys go shopping too.
Kyrie: No, boys go to work.
Kyrie funnies
Today we went to the zoo. While we were at home getting ready, I noticed that Kyrie had taken all her clothes off. So I told her, “Kyrie, you can’t go to the zoo if you’re naked.” She argued, “Animals are naked.”
Also, this morning she was watching VeggieTales on TV and it was about baby Moses in the basket. She suddenly started to cry and ran out of the room. I went to see what was wrong and she said, “I’m afraid of the baby, and I don’t know why!”
After coming home from a very rainy experience at the zoo, Rick decided to lie down to rest and asked Kyrie to sing to him. She began to sing, “Eat this bread, drink this wine…Evie*, Esther, Grandma Lisa…Alleluia, Alleluia.” Then she put a (toy, plastic) slice of pizza in Rick’s mouth and walked away.
*The Evie she was referring to was her little friend, Evelyn Companik
This made me chuckle
Kyrie: “I want to go to Papa’s restaurant.”
Me: “I didn’t know Papa had a restaurant. What’s it called?”
Kyrie: “It’s called Grandma’s.”
Tales of a Heretic by Matt Wilkins
A little over four years ago, Rachel was charged with the “gross heresy of baptismal regeneration” by her church. She was later excommunicated after a trial (in absentia). This trial was a farce (I have the tape and am tempted to blog it sometime.), but to ease the pain for Rachel’s parents, our good friend, Matt Wilkins, created this comic for them. This month also marks three years since she was restored by a 118-0 presbytery vote, so in honor of that event, we thought we would share this comic that had been stored away. Posted with permission of Matt.
Click on the thumbnails to view full-size.
Page 1
Page 2
Page 3
Page 4
Page 5
Page 6
Page 7
Page 8
Page 9
Page 10
More from Kyrie
Last night Kyrie wasn’t listening to me and Rick said, “Kyrie, come here.” She responded, “I’m too busy.”
Well, she did come, and then Rick held her in his lap and told her that she needed to listen to Mommy. Kyrie furrowed her brows to create the sternest look she could, and put her hands on either side of Rick’s face. It took everything in him to not crack up in the middle of disciplining her.
This morning, she knelt on a pen lid and it created a little indent in the shape of a circle on her skin. She was looking at it and said, “What is this, Mommy? An owie? What is this?” She sounded quite concerned.
Great quote…
One of my colleagues came by my office to ask the time as her watch was off by seven minutes (Daylights Savings Time mishap). After fixing her watch, she said, “I used to think my teachers were all crazy. Now I know why; sometimes, I feel crazy.”
Touché.
It’s a miracle!
Both kids are sleeping in the middle of the day! Woohoo!
In other news, Kyrie tried to trick me earlier. It was so funny. I’ve been having allergy issues or something — I’m not sure what it is — I’ve been congested for months now. But anyway, I asked Kyrie to get me some tissue, and she runs off to get it, then comes back, hiding it behind her back and pretending to look all sad and disappointed with her head hung low. Then she “surprises” me with the tissue and gets a giggle out of it. I love that her sense of humor is that complex! It really was the cutest thing.
Kyrie tells me how old we are
I asked Kyrie how old she was. Her reply: “I’m two!” Right, good…so then I ask her how old Papa is. “Nine.” Baby brother? “Four.” Me? “Forty-eight.”
She cracks me up.
