during a bath
G-Mommy, why can't I breathe under water.
Me- Because you're not a fish.
G- But why didn't God just make us so that we can breathe under water?
Me- I don't know.
Sunday, January 6, 2008
Friday, January 4, 2008
One tough cookie
I tried with all my might to open a maple syrup this morning and couldn't. I was going to get a pliers, when Emma said, "Let me try." I thought, "there's no way she's going to get it opened, but what's the harm in letting her try." To my astonishment, she got it opened!
Last night, Mike and the kids were wrestling, then Emma and Gavin wanted to wrestle each other. I wasn't there, but I was told that Gavin didn't even stand a chance. When I asked Emma how the wrestling went down, she responded:
"I kept throwing him down, and he just kept doing nothing."
Wednesday, January 2, 2008
Eager Beavers
One of the many characteristics I find so amazing about our kids is their general enthusiasm toward life and some of the simple things it has to offer.
For example, whenever we encounter a flight of stairs, the three munchkins view it as an opportunity to find out how many steps belong to that particular set of stairs. They're so excited as they barrel down the stairs, faces bright with smiles of exhiliration, counting each step with determination, all the while, trying to be the first one down, or at least not to be the rotten egg. They have no awareness of the general public, so if you so happen to be in a stairwell with the Schulz kids, look out.
Whenever we go to the healthclub, we usually end up parking on the top level of the ramp. The kids love this, because they get to count all the steps in the 5 flights of stairs. Each time, though, they all come up with a different total, so yesterday I decided to count too. I believe there are 86 steps including the platforms.
For example, whenever we encounter a flight of stairs, the three munchkins view it as an opportunity to find out how many steps belong to that particular set of stairs. They're so excited as they barrel down the stairs, faces bright with smiles of exhiliration, counting each step with determination, all the while, trying to be the first one down, or at least not to be the rotten egg. They have no awareness of the general public, so if you so happen to be in a stairwell with the Schulz kids, look out.
Whenever we go to the healthclub, we usually end up parking on the top level of the ramp. The kids love this, because they get to count all the steps in the 5 flights of stairs. Each time, though, they all come up with a different total, so yesterday I decided to count too. I believe there are 86 steps including the platforms.
Loungy McLounge-a-lot
The books are no longer an effective barrier between dog and couch. For that matter, neither is a plastic lion statue, and whatever else may by chance be hiding under the dog.
Brooming
I came upstairs to find Emma sweeping the living room. She said, "Mommy, do you like how I'm brooming for you?"
Inquiring mind
How come you're only a baby for a little bit? And mommy, guess what. On the first day you're born, you're zero.
Why are there bubbles when you fluffer in the bathtub?
Why are there bubbles when you fluffer in the bathtub?
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