Fish Stories

Carter was such a talkative little boy tonight. We took the kids fishing on the river and here is part of the conversation we had...

Brian: Alyssa you have a bite!
Alyssa: It's only a little one, I want to catch a big one.
Brian: What are you expecting to catch? A whale?
Carter: Alyssa you want to catch a whale! There are whales in here? I don't want to catch a whale, I want to catch a dolphin!
Me: Carter watch your bobber, it's moving.
Carter: Maybe it's a whale.
Me: Maybe it's a dolphin.
Carter: Mommy, there really isn't dolphins in here, just fish.
Me: Like a whale?
Carter: Yeah! They eat lots of water and then blow it out their hole! (giggles)
Alyssa: Whales eat krill!
Carter: Like on Nemo?
Alyssa: Well yeah! Don't you remember the krill saying, "SWIM AWAY!"
Carter: Yeah but I don't think there are whales in here either.
Alyssa: Well duh!

I don't really like fishing. In fact all do is watch them fish but I am sure glad I went along. If I had stayed home I would have missed all the entertainment.

The Young and the Clueless

So lately to occupy herself and Carter when they are in the car, Alyssa has been making up little skits. She calls her show The Young and the Clueless and uses her silly bands as characters. It is hiliarious! You have to hear the drama in her voice to really appreciate it. If I didn't know any better I would say they must be letting them watch soap operas at summer camp.

Todays show went something like this..."On this episode of The Young and the Clueless..."

Penguin: Elephant, I cannot love you.
Elephant: Well why not?
Penguin: I need to live where it is cold so it will never work out.
Elephant: You are right because I need to live where it is warm.
Penguin: What will we do?

"Coming up on the next episode of The Young and the Clueless...What do Penguin and Elephant do?"

Alyssa is so talented and has always had a great imagination. She already uses her talents singing on the worship team on Wednesdays and being a puppet for the puppet dramas for the preschoolers. I can't exactly put into words the excitement I feel for her because I know God has big plans for her (Jeremiah 29:11) and that He is going use her talents for His glory.

On a side note since I am already talking about Alyssa's imagination....

My favorite memory of her at about 3 years old is her imaginary friends. They went everywhere with us. She had quite the entourage. They were in two groups, "The Boys" and "The Girls." In the boys group was Woody, Buzz, Peter (as in Pan), Chuckie (as in Cheese), Chinny and Ninny (those two are kind of random.) Then the girls were TinkerBell, Jesse and all the Disney Princesses. One day I had gotten her strapped in her carseat to go somewhere. As I started driving down the street she starts yelling, "Mommy! You left the boys! Look they are hanging on the side of the car, they want in!" I told her I wasn't pulling over to let the boys in and she got upset. So I told her I would roll the window down and they could jump in. This did the trick. They apparently jumped in because she said, "Good job boys, you made it!"

I never want to forget that memory!

When I Grow Up

Tonight on the way home from church Carter told me that when he grows up he wants to be a baker. He said he would make cake, pancakes and cookies. I told him I thought that would be an awesome job. His response was a "yeap" in that tone of voice that was saying obviously. Then Alyssa piped in. She said that she wants to be a Preschool Coordinator like Mommy. This then prompted Carter to say, "I have changed my mind. Instead of being a baker, I want to work on cars like Daddy."

This conversation reminded me of just what a big influence Brian and I have on them. I know others things and people have an influence on my children but at the end of the day we are at the top of the list.

The kind of dad my husband is...

-He is the the kind of dad that lets his 9 year old daughter still curl up on his lap.
-He is the kind of dad that carries an almost 40 pound boy with working legs up the stairs every night.
-He is the kind of dad that takes his kids fishing again even though the last time they were done fishing after 2 minutes.
-He is the kind of dad who baits all the hooks and removes all the fish caught too.
-He is the kind of dad who will turn the channel when I give him the look knowing I don't want the kids watching it.
-He is the kind of dad who is still wrapped around the finger of a 9 year old even though she is starting to get sassy.
-He is the kind of dad who will listen to Taylor Swift over and over again in the car for Alyssa.
-He is the kind of dad who passed on his love of The Dukes of Hazzard to his kids.
-He is the kind of dad who has instilled just enough fear in his kids that they don't want me to call him for back up.
-He is the kind of dad who always say I love you.
-He is the kind of dad who goes to work everyday even when he is not feeling well to provide for his family.
-He is the kind of dad who puts up with having a cat when he doesn't really like them. (Although I think Peanut has grown on him.)
-He is the kind of dad that will die for one of his kids.

These are just a handful of wonderful things about Brian and the kind of dad he is. Some may think big deal that is like any dad but sadly it is not. Some battle addictions that bring their family down with them. Some are self centered and some just don't have anything to do with their kids.

Happy Father's Day Brian! You deserve a day of rest.

BOYS

After many debates with myself I decided to start blogging. I am not much for journaling and I am hoping that maybe I will be better at blogging. So it here it goes...

Boys are so different. I thought I knew this before becoming a mother to a boy but I was wrong. I am constantly reminded that certain things are just apart of a boys DNA. Making a gun out of anything must be in the boy DNA. Naturally liking bugs...you guessed it, boy DNA. The latest boy DNA thing I have discovered is having a huge appetite. Carter wants to eat constantly! The newest thing he keeps doing is asking me when dinner is at about 8 pm. Every single night it is the same conversation. Me, "Carter we already ate dinner. Remember we ate (fill in the blank)." Carter then says, "No that was second lunch." Seriously! The boy is trying to create a whole new meal just to get more food.

Now I am left wondering how will ever keep enough food in the house when he is a teenager?