Because I have no pride, I sometimes let my kids do videos with me while I’m still in my pajamas with bedhead. Clark’s been obsessed with the music I burned to give to my Zumba teacher, so he asked if he could make a movie of us dancing to it.
We tried. I think I need a Tylenol.
p.s. I already know this room is trapped in 1970s purgatory. It’s my least favorite room in the house. Someday we’ll fix it.
Make sure you watch this with your husband so he knows you’re normal. I shared this video with Jessica at Duck Duck Cow and I’m stealing her idea. If you think you’ve got a video that will make me laugh-cry, leave a link in the comments. I promise I’ll watch every one and comment on it. Can’t wait to see some of your favorites.
Often my children play “rock, paper, scissors” to resolve disputes among themselves. It’s an arbitrary mediator that I resort to whenever I have to “choose” someone for a certain task or privilege, etc. because they can’t moan about it not being fair (as much).
A little while back, I overheard Grant and Clark “problem solving” in the hallway:
“Ready? . . . Rock . . . paper . . . God!”
Apparently they changed the stakes a little. Hmm, I wonder who won.
The late Elder Theodore M. Burton of the Seventy said:
“Couples interested only in themselves don’t communicate. Lack of communication then becomes a major stumbling block in developing true love.” (Ensign, May 1979, p. 73.)
And this is why I have spent the last 20 minutes looking for my husband’s secret stash of Cadbury eggs. Come on, honey, show me the love.
p.s. In the search, I did manage to find some Nerds leftover from last Easter. And for the record, yes, Nerds can go stale.
Have you ever noticed how much your kids reflect truth in the way they play with their toys?
Like I overheard Natalie playing with her dolls the other day, and she declared that Claudine Scarlet (don’t you love Cabbage Patch Kid names?) had a bladder infection. Sigh. Obviously a recurring theme in her life.
When they play games together, Grant is the Boss-of-all-things-living and barks out instructions the whole time. Occasionally, I hear him saying things like, “If you don’t come over here right now, then you can’t play anymore and you have to go to your room!” Gee, I wonder where he gets that from ? . . .
My boys have never been into action figures like the way I figured most boys would be, but they use their Webkinz as a substitute. They chase each other around and attack one another and repeat over and over their cool ninja-Webkinz moves in slow-motion instant replay. It’s pretty funny. Sometimes I hear conversations like this: “I killed Comet, Clark!” “Yeah, but he resurrected, so he can never die again.” At least they pay attention a little at scripture time.
This morning, I heard Natalie “reading” a book– one of her favorite activities. She’s only three and doesn’t really read, but looks at the pictures and makes up her own detailed plot page by page. Today I heard her creating the conversation between a mommy and her child in the book: “It’s YOUR mess, so YOU have to clean it up.” Right on, storybook mom, right on!
What kind of truths, embarrassing or otherwise, have you seen reflected in your child’s play?