Tuesday, December 30, 2014

i have a little turtle...

My mother-in-law taught Kiddo the song, "I have a little turtle" when she was tiny. We have sung it with all our children. My sister-in-law added a chorus, which makes them love it any more. For those of you unfamiliar, here are the words:

I have a little turtle, his name is Tiny Tim.
I put him in the bathtub to see if he could swim.
He drank up all the water (slurp). He ate up all the soap (num, num, num).
And now he's sick in bed with a bubble in his throat.

Bubble, bubble, bubble. Bubble, bubble, bubble.
Bubble, bubble, bubble. Bubble, bubble, POP!

The boy slurps and num, nums with us enthusiastically. And the other day while reading a book, he saw some soap. "Num, num, num" he excitedly said.

Tuesday, December 23, 2014

christmas traditions

This will be our second Christmas at home (not including the time Kiddo was born, for which I was present in body only), and we are still working out what Christmas traditions we find important. I guess you could say we are still working on our Christmas script.

But, we do a few things consistently. We go an hour west to a tree farm to buy a "real" tree. It was medium cold this year (last year was bitterly cold), so they were happier than sometimes (well, some of them anyway). 
We attend our ward Christmas party, where the girls may or may not visit with Santa, who makes them extremely nervous. This was as close as they would get. The party falls close to Kiddo's birthday.

We also have two birthdays earlier in the month to make sure our attention is split in as many ways as possible.

And to think, it's not actually Christmas yet!

Saturday, December 13, 2014


Yesterday Babs and I were discussing having babies, she wondered why only moms could have babies, not dads. The answer to this question (like so many of the answers these days) is that's just the way it is.

But I was uncomfortable leaving her with the impression that dads have no role in this, so I told her that it takes a mom and a dad to make a baby, but then the baby grows in the mom. Thankfully she asked for no more details. She did wonder about that idea of "parts of mom" and "parts of dad" though.

I told her, for example, she looked like her dad: she has the same eye color, and the same shape of face.

"Everybody has the same face shape, mom," she knowingly replied. Then as an afterthought, "Except Phineas and Ferb."


Three nights ago we were lying in her bed, I was trying to get her to sleep. "You're face looks like a strawberry," she sleepily informed me. "Really?" I replied, "How so?"

"It's shaped like a strawberry." Although I'd never thought about it, I had to agree with her, and told her so.

"But I don't have green hair" I continued.

She mischievously giggled, "We can pretend!"