Category Archives: Childish Thoughts



Yesterday morning, Priddy came up to me in a serious manner and queried, “Mama, where my superpower?”

I love that children think of the fantastical as normal!

She has been wearing the Superman cape faithfully all week.

She’s faster than a speeding sibling on a swift scooter.

At least she believes so!

It reminds me of when Sissy was younger and grieving that she had not discovered her superpower yet. However, she later determined that her super-power must be stirring “fast.”  She really could stir quite quickly!


Questionable Theology


But oh, what sweet words!

One night before bed, Sissy confessed that she was afraid that she might die in her sleep during the night. I had that fear when I was young as well. While encouraging her that it was not likely, I reminded her that if she did in fact die, she’d be in heaven with Jesus! I also recited the little poem I prayed as a child: “Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep. If I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take.”

This darling daughter of mine threw her delicate arms firmly around my neck and exclaimed, “But Mama! I love you so much! I don’t ever want to leave you!!!” I attempted to soothe her by reminding her, “Baby, however happy you feel with me – it will be so much better in heaven!” While hugging me tightly, I hear these words cross her lips: “Mom, you’re my heaven!”

No, Thank You!


At lunch today, Fuffy was eating Texas Toast. He was eating it in an abominable manner: lavishly dipping it into a huge mound of ketchup. He saw the look of repulsion on my face and queried as to whether I would like a bite. I politely (or maybe not politely. I can’t remember clearly. I was really disgusted.) replied, “No, thank you!” He further asked, “Have you ever tried it?” I, of course, responded verbally with, “No,” but in my head further exclaimed, “Why would I?!?” He sweetly encouraged,“C’mon mom! We’re supposed to try new food! It’s really good.”

I feel the need to discern just how well this lesson has been learned. I think perhaps brussel sprouts will provide good testing ground.



See this photo (click for larger image)? This is the question that popped into Fuffy’s, or “The Boy’s,” mind:

“Mom, why is pooh in the pot?”

Of course when he asked the question, I did not know he was looking at Baby Boy’s birthday cake decoration, so I was thinking, “Because that’s where it goes.”

And now to a story about Baby Girl.  She is such a spirited girl, with loads of personality. A strong personality. She renames people, you know.  And they accept it. Baby Boy I, later known as “The Boy,” has become “Fuffy,” which I can only surmise is her version of “Brother” (another name we call him). She calls Sissy, “Sassy,” which Sissy loves. Sissy is in love with Baby Girl. She calls Andre, “Daddio,” which he absolutely loves – he’s a computer geek! It’s the coolest thing he’s ever been called in public (my nicknames for him are much cooler, but there are some things better to keep secret). Baby Boy is “Bako” or “Paco” (with the “ah” sound), which is just a mispronunciation of his name. She renamed a friend of ours recently, from “Nola” to “Noya” (pronounced “Noi-yuh”), and even Nola isn’t correcting her. SO, Noya it is! Well, I have always called Baby Girl, “My Priddy,” but it has never caught on in the family. BUT, this is my blog, so from now on, she shall be called, “My Priddy” or “Priddy.”  Thank you.*

I actually got sidetracked about MY PRIDDY, so this is the real story. I was changing Baby Boy’s diaper one morning, and Priddy noticed the picture on his diaper (I hate those!). And she said, “Mom! Mom! Wook-a-dis! Wook-a-dis! Eess Meeky (“Mom! Look at this! It’s Mickey [Mouse]!”)!” Of course, I (must) affirm her accurate observation (or she will continue to repeat it). I also put Baby Boy down on the floor to play with Priddy in just his diaper because I forgot to bring his clothes into the other room. I put in a load of laundry, came back into the room, and was forced to exclaim, “Baby Boy! You dink!” (“You stink”). Priddy cocked that little head full of fluffy tufts** and sweetly queried, “Mom! Mom! Bako poop in hees Meeky?”

Gotta love that girl!

*  Holly, I hope this helps with the names! 😉

** Sarah, thanks for the cutest description ever of those curly tops.

Where to start . . .


To begin, Sissy has wanted to dress up as Lava Girl for months. In fact, she has had this deep desire to be Lava Girl since before Halloween/Reformation Day. Almost every day she tells me, in a very disappointed voice and with a very sad face, that she doesn’t have her superpower yet. When asked what superpower she wants, she expresses the longing for “fire in my hands like Lava Girl.” She has also wanted pink hair like Lava Girl.

Lava Girl from, “The Adventures of Shark Boy and Lava Girl”

She saved up her money, I discovered a place with a long pink hair wig, and so off we trekked to the party store. Sissy proudly paid for her new identity, which she thereafter donned as we darted through the supermarket. I don’t think anybody recognized her.

Lava Girl Sissy

But one (or two) unexpected event(s) popped up at the party store. First, do you know those bare breast plastic “costumes,” that I guess men hang around their necks at pagan parties? Well, unbeknownst to me, they had several of them on the bottom shelf just down the row from the wigs. I made the discovery when Sissy said, “Look, Mom! NURSERS!!! I don’t like those nursers.”


But apparently Baby Boy did like them, because when I turned around to check on him (as I had herded Sissy discretely back over to the attention of the wigs), he was pinching the red “cones.”


My hubby has also always wanted a superpower (although he prefers the power of flying), so he donned the wig to see if he was able to have fire in his hands. The sparks were flying! HeeHee!

Lava Girl Daddy