“Doesn’t JD make your heart smile?” It’s a quote post!
Alan, Caleb, and JD were in the kitchen eating cookies. I don’t know what JD said, but Caleb looked up at Alan and said, “Doesn’t JD make your heart smile?”
We all definitely smiled.
Caleb has also recently taken up saying, “ain’t.” He uses it correctly (if there is such a thing), but it took me by surprise. We don’t say ‘ain’t,’ nor does anyone that he knows in California.
My suspicions lie with Granddaddy, but that’s okay. Caleb has that whole classic-8-year-old-boy act down pat, so it kind of fits.
Joshua and JD are both sick right now, but JD is especially so. I have a little bit of it myself, so the three of us sat in the living room together tonight, eating cough drops, watching Cars, and constantly wiping JD’s little nose.
All day, that poor baby came to me saying, “Nose running,” in the most pitiful voice I have ever heard, asking me to wipe it for him.
You’d think after an hour or two of this, I would have thrown in the towel on the home schooling and focused on that sweet baby. But no, no. I lack that amount of sense. I kept trying to force school. I am here to tell you that you cannot teach ANYTHING to anyone with a sick baby following you around and crying.
Caleb and Daniel are not sick, but they certainly felt entitled to their share of cough drops.
“If you want one, go ahead, but I’m warning you that they taste terrible.”
“I want some!”
“I want some!”
I washed my hands of the situation and moved onto the kitchen to finish cooking spaghetti.
Then I heard Caleb, “Hey, Mom! You were wrong! These cough drops are DELICIOUS!”
But what quote post is complete without a little Daniel sass?
Alan was herding the cats upstairs for bedtime. He directed them all to clean up the living room, which only has to be done about 5 times per day. He gave them each a task, and he told Dan, “You’re in charge of cleaning up the floor.”
Daniel only focused on part of that sentence. “I’M in charge!!!???”
Alan hesitated, “Yes. Do a good job.”
“Oh boy! I’m in charge. All right, boys, clean up this floor! Get to work!”
A few minutes later, I heard Joshua say, “Daniel’s trying to act like he’s the president of us or something.”
Daniel was so happy, “Yes! I’m the President!”
Joshua said, “Well, that doesn’t mean you have to act so bossy.”
Alan gave them all a pep talk, especially Daniel. “Daniel, if you’re the leader, that doesn’t mean you don’t have to work. You clean up too.”
“Okay! See! I’m cleaning up! Now come on, boys, clean up! Wait, Joshua! Right there! I’m the President!”
It’s still going on. Wait, no, it has now morphed into a game of tag, and they are arguing over who is ‘It.’
Don’t let this adorableness overload fool you. Parenting these angelic looking children will bring you to your KNEES, I’m telling you. I cry often.
But I love them. Plus, I’m out of here in just 5 minutes. Thursday night is ladies’ Bible study night at my friend Hillary’s house. Whoot! Good luck, Alan. If all else fails, just open the Bible and start reading it out loud and praying for help. That’s what I do.