Parables

Yesterday in Sunday school, they were learning the story about when Jesus washed other's feet. Gabriel raised his hand and was called on, at which point he said, "My mommy has really stinky feet." 

Thanks, kid.

It's just that one pair of shoes...

Pearly Whites

Gabriel went back to the dentist for a routine cleaning and exam. He was in a bit of a defiant mood on the way there, so I was a little concerned about how he would behave. But he laid back and let the hygienist do a real cleaning with the spinny thing and the spit sucker straw and everything. Plus, healthy report from the dentist. Yay!

The Land Down Under

Gabriel's class has been learning about Australia.

ps-I'm sorry that your kid is not as cute as mine.

I Wish...

I wish...today was my birthday so I would be four years old.
(Sorry, not til June.)

I wish...today was not a school day.
(Thank Mother Nature and RRISD for that one tomorrow.)

I wish...we had a baby at our house.
(Daddy says no.)

I wish...I had a pillow at school for nap time.
(We can totally do that.)


Sometimes they dream big. And sometimes they just need a pillow to dream on. :)

Patterns

Gabriel has been learning a lot about patterns at school lately. It's fun when he recognizes a pattern in the real-world. :)

Today we stopped by Target after school and got a snack on our way in. We were sitting down eating some popcorn and each had a drink.

Gabriel: Mom, I'm doing a pattern. Watch. Popcorn, drink, popcorn, drink. What's your pattern?
Me: My pattern is popcorn, popcorn, popcorn, popcorn, drink. Popcorn, popcorn, popcorn, popcorn, drink.
G: Your pattern is a silly one.

On our way home, we talked more about patterns.

Me: What if I say meow, quack, meow, quack, meow? What comes next?
G: Quack!
Me: Yep. And what if I do quack, woof, ribbit, quack, woof, ribbit, quack?
G: Woof!
Me: Right!
G: Now I'll do a pattern. What if I say horsey, frog, mooky, coo-coo, la-la?
Me: I don't know those words.
G: Oh, that's just Spanish.

Uh huh.
Then we did one more.

Me: Ok, what if the pattern goes red, red, yellow, red, red, yellow?
G: Red, yellow, red, yellow.
Me: Listen again: red, red, yellow, red, red, yellow.
G: Blue!
Me: Who said blue? I didn't say blue in my pattern.
G: But mom, blue is a color, too.
Me: Yes, blue is a color. You're right.

And our pattern conversation was over.

Reminds Me of Another Goose Egg

This look familiar to anyone else?

Let me take you on a magical mystery tour of October 2012:

First Serious Injury

Kid has all the grace of a gangly newborn giraffe. You're welcome, child. You get that from your mom AND your dad. 

Toys

I slept in Gabriel's bed last night after he cried for me at around midnight. This is not a habit we make, but he was running a fever and wanted me to stay. When he was ALL BETTER this morning at 6:15 am, I convinced him to come with me to my bed where he could enjoy the babysitting prowess of pre-recorded television while I nodded off for a bit longer. (Thank you, DVR!) 

He asked if he could bring a few toys with him, and I agreed. He brought his goes-everywhere monkey and the small things in the picture. That rectangular thing...not even from one of his toys...we took it out of the smoke detector. 

I can't explain.