All posts filed under: Story time

An Embarrassing Tale

What’s the most cringe-inducing, most embarrassing moment your kids pulled on you over the weekend? Was it a tantrum? Was it something disgusting they did? Would you like to hear our story? It just might make you feel better about your own moment. It’s not a long one, don’t worry. STORY TIME: I’m telling our pastor and his family (who we love like our own) about how the girls were asking me some big, whopping theological questions that I was having a hard time answering. Things like “If God is all-powerful why didn’t he stop Adam from eating the apple?” and other tough questions that I am not well-equipped on answering.  I know, I know. I know what you must be thinking! My kids are so mature and, dare I say, sophisticated? Can’t you just imagine us sitting around discussing theology over tea and cucumber sandwiches? That’s probably exactly what happens. Probably.   (Side Note: our pastor loves teasing our kids and they love the attention and love to tease him back but they also love …

The Tale of What the H*ll

This story is about six-year-old Elli, my eldest daughter, and the naughty word she learned and my inability to cope. It isn’t necessarily a recent story since Elli is now seven-years-old. It’s still a good one. I have always heard that when your child says their first bad word not to laugh so they won’t repeat their new hilarious joke, although, I have never heard what you’re actually supposed to do. What’s the rule? I thought I had more time to prepare for this! I obviously don’t know what I’m doing. Zack hears her say it the first time. She casually asks him, “What the hell is going on?”¬†As if she’s just making idle conversation. “Uhh, what did you just say?” “I said ‘What the hell is going on, Daddy?” Strike number 1 for you, Zack. He just sits there trying his hardest not to laugh. Typical dad response, I’m sure. Did I mention that he’s weirdly proud of her? I don’t get that. Which is probably a typical mom response. A few days later …

Oliver Turns Eight Months

Eight months has passed since I gave birth to the most joyful baby ever. He’s also the loudest baby ever. Seriously, this kid can scream. Eight months…I need to let that sink in some more. That’s two thirds of a year, right? I don’t like math. Let’s not talk about math. A few months ago Elli (6) told me that when she grows up she wants to be an explorer and go on an adventure to discover dragons. This was a few months ago, mind you, and I’m pretty sure she has since changed her career choice to ninja artist, but I think if any of her siblings were to join her on her quest it would be Oliver. He is always into something. They all have an adventurous spirit – each to their own degree- but Ollie takes the cake on most adventurous baby. He is a joyful, sweet little thing. He now weighs 17 lbs and he babbles, giggles, and wiggles constantly. He can climb just about anything he can get his chubby …

Kids Say It Like It Is

Kids have no filter. None at all. If you want to know the truth about how you look, just ask a child, he/she will show you honesty in its purest form. But you probably shouldn’t because kids are blunt and harsh and mean and they know how to cut you right to your very soul and leave you a mess of the person you once were. Or maybe it’s not that bad…but it is. And I know everyone can relate to this because everyone has been insulted and/or bullied by a kid at some point in their lives. I remember once when I was growing up there was a little girl who had a little green front tooth. It looked like she had squished a pea between two of her teeth. Obviously I was being nice to her and she seemed super interested in me. In fact, she wouldn’t stop staring at me. Finally, with a look of pure disgust, she asks, “Why are your teeth so yellow?” Excuse me, Pea Tooth? You’re going to …