Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Life: August 28, 2013

 Devon enjoyed a trip to Chick-fil-A.  I really need to stop taking him there every time we go to the allergist.  I can't have him forming a negative connection and starting to dislike waffle fries.  His face in the picture says "not likely".

D: Mommy, you're like Roo.
M: How am I like Roo, Devon?
D: You're fun like Roo.
M:  Awwww....

I package the whole outing as Special-Devon-and-Mommy-Time.  What is the definition?

"And NO GIRLIES WILL BE AROUND!" says Devon.

That's right.  He loves his sisters, but sometimes one-on-one is nice.


We converse in the car on the way home.

D:  Soon I will be bigger.
M: Yes, that is true.

On the way home from a very uneventful follow-up, Devon falls asleep.  Fresh from an afternoon with their favorite babysitter, the girls exploit his weakness.


We get home just in time for Daddy and the girls enjoy some "Gonkey Time".  Devon, cheekily, photobombs.


Fresh from breakfast, we get out our picture Bible and have storytime.  We've been having some pretty indepth theological conversations.

D: What is Samuel doing? (pointing to a picture)
M: He's anointing David with oil.  That means David is chosen by God to do something special!
D: Why is he Ointing David? 
M: That's how they told David he would be king someday!
D: (looking skeptically at the tube of diaper cream).......

D: What is Goliath doing? (pointing to a picture)
M: Goliath fell to the ground.  He is dead.
D: Did he die on a cross?
M: No, he disobeyed God and taunted his people.  David hit him with a stone from a slingshot.  And then he died.
D: On a cross?
M: NOT on a cross

D: Soon I will be bigger.  And then I will walk on water.
M: Good luck with that.

We've had several picnics lately.  We're fans because nobody has to pick up the food everybody has thrown.

 Here we are having popsicles at Food Truck Frenzy, a Riverside Park event where people dine from artsy food bought from food trucks that come in from all over for the event.

 Yep, still teething, and added colds to the mix.  Afternoon naps are not happening.  Whiny evenings are.
 Mornings are still pretty cheerful, thank goodness.  Devon and Melina play 'night night in the spare room'.  Then they ask to play Toots the Train:

M: No, we can't play Toots today.  His batteries are all run down.
D: Are they dead?
M: Yes, they are dead. (Oh no, here it comes, here it comes....)
D: Did they die on their little crosses?
M: No, they did not die on crosses.  They just ran down.
D: The girlies are fussing.  Are THEY dying on a cross?
M: No.  Nobody is dying on a cross.  Jesus did.  That's it.
D: He made a bad choice.
M: No, he didn't! Jesus made all good choices.  Even dying on the cross was a good choice because he died for us.
D: He made a good choice?
M: YES
D: Can I die on a cross?
M: NO!
 We've lifted the ban on writing instruments for Devon, ever hopeful that he won't go on wall-marking binges when we least expect it.

D: Look, Mommy, I made a cross!
M: Great, Devon! (Oh no, here it comes, here it comes!)


Fresh from art time and covered in marker, Devon gets a haircut and his very first piece of gum to amuse himself.  It'll still be with him seven years later, if you believe the tall tale.

 At this point, when Devon was flinching and I nicked his neck, I almost gave up and kept the mullet.
 We put the cut hair out on the grass, so the dove in our eaves could use it to line her nest.  I'm not sure what children's book I got that from and if it really happens, but Devon nodded sagely at this.

 As usual, he was traumatized by the haircut, but recovered quickly.
 Handsome boy in profile.  Ready for his second year of TOTS in just a few weeks.
 After nap snackies, or maybe Tea and Crumpets in the Nudist Colony?
Since Devon is back to napping 3-4 days a week, we've reinstated late evening shopping trips with Mommy.  Yes, I know.  Napping again!  I can't believe my luck!  I don't know of any other child who's staunchly given up naps at 2 1/2 and picked them up a year later.  All I know is that it's SO nice.  If you know of this happening only to go away again with no explanation, DON'T tell me!!!!

 Now, if only these two would get over their colds and start napping again....
 ...or maybe stop the after bedtime crib hopping shenanigans...
 They still LOVE talking to Siri, and I can't resist screen capturing what poor Siri thinks they are saying. 
I'll end with a picture of Melina pushing the stroller that Mommy recovered.  I selfishly repurposed the tablecloth that Grammy made for the picnic table and sewed it in.  It was just the right size, and it saved me a trip to the fabric store.

D: Why are the bunnies wearing hats?
M: It's Easter fabric, Devon.
D: What's Easter?
M: Easter is a holiday.
D: What happened on Easter?
M: Jesus rose from the dead!  After he died on the cross, he came back to life!
D:And then what happened?  Did he die on a cross again?
M: Nope.  Nobody has to die for their sins at all.  And Jesus had to die on the cross only once.
D: And then he was dead!
M: But now he is alive!
D: No, he's dead, Mommy.
M: Sigh.....

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