This version of Quick Takes is dedicated to the things Junior has said recently that made me smile. Speaking of smiles...look who is intentionally smiling these days:
My child has a dimple!
(1)While listening to "Enter S.and.man" by Meta.llica one evening, instead of "we're off to never, neverland", Junior sang, "I'm off to buy a rubberband." I guess all that metal music I treated him to in utero didn't take. Sad face!
Yes, I know that song is not exactly child friendly, but we were looking for songs with strong drumlines to encourage Junior in his drum practice.
Celia sleeps through the daily pounding practices and concerts. Lucky girl!
The day he got his drum set...he's much better now.
(2)After slamming his head on the recliner in the family room while we were rough-housing, I apologized for getting him too close to the chair and said, "I feel terrible." While holding a bag of frozen green beans to his forehead, he responded, "me too!"
Healing in process
(3)As Celia slept in my arms after polishing off her 3rd 4 ounce bottle of the day before noon (she's a little piggy!), he climbed up next to me and sat on the arm of the recliner. He looked sweetly at her, leaned in really close to her face as if he was going to kiss her, and shouted, "BABY SISTER, IF YOU DON'T WANT TO GO TO SLEEP, YOU JUST HAVE TO GO TO SLEEP!" His logic is unassailable. We are frequently treated to such preschool logic as, "if you fall off your chair, you have to just fall off your chair", or "if you drink all your water, then all your water is gone."
(4)While taking his pajama shirt off, it got stuck around the top of his giant Belgian head. He let it dangle down, looked at himself in the mirror and started dancing & singing "Happy Birthday to Junior." Strange child.
(5)As he gazed as his adorable baby sister lying on the floor..."Hello, precious!" Then he promptly looked at me and said, "Hey, how do we get her cradles off?" Yes, Celia has cradle "crap", as misprnounced by her big brother. And all her hair on top is falling out :-( That's OK. Same thing happened with Junior, his hair grew in thick and waterproof (like a duck) in no time.
(6)"Mom, when I talked to Jesus, I ate all my food. Maybe I need to be locked in." Huh? Exactly. We were driving past our church so that's where the Jesus part came from. We had eaten food that day and would eat again in a few hours (truly, I have no idea) so that's where the food part came from. The locked in part came from last year during Lent when he got locked in the Narthex after Stations of the Cross because he wasn't listening. We walked out assuming he'd follow us, and he did, only he couldn't open the door because he wasn't strong enough, and it was locked so we couldn't open it from the outside either. When we finally got him out, he said, "Jesus locked me in to talk to me because I wasn't listening?" If only.
(7)Junior: "Momma, are we going to church today?"
Junior: "YAY!" while clapping and jumping up and down.
Does it get better than that?
Ignore the "pierced side", we had chocolate ice cream for lunch and it mostly melted all over him.
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