Him: I don't remember what Heaven is like....I'm kind of anxious to go back there. You and Daddy will probably die first though.
Me: When you picture Heaven, what does it look like?
Him: I think it is just on the top of church and there is Jesus and angels all around.
Me: Is there singing or talking there?
Him: No, just quiet.
A: Dear Lord,
Please bless mommy and her faith.
Help her to be loving to Nathan and everybody.
Please have there be no scary wolves or scary owls, only nice wolves and nice owls.
Amen.
Him: When I get to Heaven, I'm going to ask God why He didn't put gravity in space.
I just had to make a note that Matthew will finally eat applesauce and drink smoothies!! One of his very first foods was applesauce. He gagged on it at 6 months and refused to eat it, until now. As for smoothies, an extra 1/2 tsp. of sugar goes a long way!
While shopping in Wal-Mart today, Matthew began asking me a string of questions: Are we almost out of money? When will we be out of money? Do we, maybe, have only $10? If we run out of money, will we still keep our house? I was really struggling to figure out where all these questions were coming from, when Matthew finally said, "I can't wait till we run out of money, so we can live in the tent all the time!"
The tent we just ordered. The one he has never been in, slept in, or seen a picture of.
We went to Mass today at a different parish, prompting the following bedtime conversation with Andrew:
Him: I saw Father Bill today.
Me: Yes, you saw Father Bill.
Him: I like Father Bill.
Me: Yeah, you like Father Bill?
Him: Yeah, he didn't bite anyone. He just kept on singing. Like this...mmmm..mm...mmm....mmmm...mmm (musical humming continues...)
I love the way children learn the rules of their language without ever being taught the rules of their language.
Andrew has his contractions down now, including his very own invention for "am not" - "amn't."
M: You just stole that from my store! You're a robber!
A: "No, I amn't!"
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M: I'm an excavator and you're a dump truck.
A: "No, I amn't!"
And on it goes throughout the day. And its so darn precious that I'm not about to correct him.
Wow! Nathan is 1 year old today. We were so excited to introduce him to some new (read: sweet) foods.
And consistent with his almost complete lack of interest in solid foods, he mashed up his cupcake without licking a single finger or eating even the tiniest crumb. He poked holes in his jello and fed it to me.
Not to worry though, he ate a discarded peanut off the floor and also enjoyed a delectable ... birthday card envelope! Happy Birthday, Nathan!
Me: So, I save up all of my pee...
Him: (knowingly) ...In your blender.
Me: Mmmm, I think you mean bladder.
