Funny Kids
July 31st, 2010 by RachelJosiah’s croc-like sandals broke one morning on our way out the door. We made a quick stop at Target to pick up some new shoes where I let him pick out some Toy Story tennis shoes that light up. Annalise spent the trip trying on every single sparkly shoe within reach. There are many. Our next stop was HEB where Josiah was jumping around and dancing all over the store, making the shoes light up. It was so obvious that his shoes were brand new that at least five different ladies asked him if he got new light-up shoes.
On the way home, he said, “Mom! Guess what is on the bottom of my shoe. It says ‘Andy’!” I was surprised at the shoe manufacturer’s creativity. Turns out, when we got home, that it doesn’t really say that on the bottom, Josiah thought it would be a funny joke.
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Just a cute picture of Annalise:

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We have been lax with how much we make Josiah try new foods, and decided that enough was enough. We have required him to try at least one or two bites of whatever I have made in order for him to get anything else to eat (baby steps, people!) This has led to countless tears and frustration on Josiah’s part. He daily reminds me that, “I eat what I eat, and I don’t what I don’t.” I retort with a reminder that if he doesn’t try new things, he doesn’t eat anything else.
The other night, he had a really hard time trying a bite of mozzarella meatball from Fix, Freeze Feast cookbook (have I told you guys lately how much I love that cookbook?) After many tears and finally trying a bite at 9 p.m., he ate some yogurt. On his way to bed, he said, “thanks for the meat, Mom,” with such sarcasm it was hard not to laugh.
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(Each of our kids have a hymn that is sung to them pretty much nightly. I think this idea is from Treasuring God in Our Traditions.) I overheard Josiah singing Annalise’s hymn to her. His first lines went like this, “Before the throne of God above, I have a strong man perfect please…”
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We have a lot of talks about babies in bellies around here, not because I have one, but because of all of my “teacher friends” and friends who have babies. One day, we had a long talk about how those babies get out. Josiah guessed that they came out of the mother’s belly-button. I gave a simplified explanation that God gives Momma’s a special door that opens and lets the baby out when it is time, and closes when it is done. (Thanks Dr. Bradley for the baby door/cervix simplification!) Almost daily, Annalise has a baby in her belly. Mostly it’s legs are stuffed into her waistband and dangles around as she walks.








































