The Planet Whaaaaaat?

It's no secret that my little people seem to be born with inherent potty mouths. I give you Exhibit: Lucy's Planets.

Your mom

Nate and I try to keep a reign on our tongues, especially around our little people. One thing we can't resist, though, is the occasional "your mom" joke. I should have known Milo had been paying attention...

Fast forward to dinner two nights ago, and we were having a conversation about melons.

Lucy:  "Mommy, why is it called a watermelon?"

Me:   "Well, I guess because it's a watery melon."

Milo:  "What about cantaloupes?"

Me:   "Um, yes. They are also watery melons. All of those melons are. You know, the fleshy melons."

Milo:  "Your mom's a fleshy melon!"

I tried so hard not to laugh. Nate didn't even bother, and we all had to have a good belly laugh about that one. And then a conversation about how we don't make "your mom" jokes in front of anybody else. Ever.

My mouthy lady

Do you ever have those moments with your mouthy little people that make you want to cry, and I don't mean in the sweet way?

Lucy is attentive to details, especially if they concern babies. And a baby is any person even remotely smaller than her. We played at the play place in the mall yesterday because it was rainy weather. There were adorable little twin girls running around, just shy of 2 years old. They were precious, and cheery, and all over the place.

Besides appreciating their general cuteness, I didn't pay too much attention, until I saw Lucy giving one of them the once-over, and then following her around, leaning in and staring at one of her arms. I did a quick check and realized that this little cutie was missing one of her hands, and I tried to get to Lucy before she opened her beautifully big mouth. No such luck.

"Hey, hey! Where's your other hand? Where did it go?" Lucy did a quick sweep of the floor and the slide, like she was searching for it. She was genuinely concerned, but so darn loud about it. "Hey Milo, she doesn't have the other hand! Where is it?"

I wanted to sink into the earth as I apologized to the mommy, who probably hears this kind of nonsense all the time... She was so kind and told me, "She's a little kid. Kids are curious!"

And she's right. Kids are curious. But I always want mine to be kind before curious. Try explaining that to a two-year old, though, and you come up short. I left the mall with a sad heart, trying to figure out how I could have handled that situation better.

Happy Passover

Just a little something interesting I found this morning...

A Homemade life by Molly Wizenberg

Have you read this?

The last book I read was my Bethany House disappointment, but this more than made up for it, and I devoured the entire thing in an afternoon while my little people were supposed to be napping...

Part memoir, part cookbook, I loved the idea that Wizenberg managed to create so much personality in the midst of her recipes. Giving me the story behind each made me so much more likely to try them (besides the fact that many of them sound so amazing). And I have never craved salad so much in my life as I did after reading about the many concoctions she and her husband created.

There were parts of this book that touched me to tears, especially when Wizenberg talked about losing her father. I could relate because I remember my dad in the kitchen a lot like she did her own. And I can't say I would have enjoyed this book quite as much if I didn't already like cooking so much, but it would be worth a try even if you don't. I think that food with a story behind it tastes better. I already have the sequel on order and I can't wait to read it.

Socks and Wednesdays

Oh hey there! You haven't seen much of me lately, and this is why...

SOCKS. And more specifically, LARGE man socks with fingering weight yarn and size 1 needles (two at once on a circular, and I snapped one set of needles like an Amazon woman). I kid you not, I worked for hours every day and night for a solid week to produce these socks, and I was pretty pleased with the result.

Speaking of socks, Lucy was bound and determined that she was going to give the socks to "Mr. Chris," who is one of Nate's co-workers, because, as she told me, "Mommy, I LOVE Mr. Chris." Never mind that Lucy has only met Mr. Chris twice, and refused to speak or even look at him both times. She had a plan, and there was no deviating from it. When I explained to her that Daddy was going to give him the socks, she frowned at me, and I suggested that she color him a happy birthday picture to go with the socks. I kid you not, she replied, "Hmmmm, let me think about it... NO." There is a lot of sweet in there, but it's been mostly sass the last few days...

Since I'm telling you a Lucy story, you need a Milo one. Yesterday he told me, "Mommy, sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night, and then I pray for you." Wow, precious. He explained that he asked for lots of gifts to come to me like rain falling from the sky. I told him that he and Lucy were the best gifts I have ever received, so God had it covered, and he told me, "Well, I was hoping it might be yarn or money or something."

Here's to Wednesday!

King's Folly by Jill Williamson

I'm back on the book review train, this time with a book I was less fond of...

I received a copy of King's Folly by Jill Williamson as part of the Bethany House blogger review program, and I was pretty excited. I enjoy reading things from Bethany House, because although they tend toward the cheesy side, I at least feel like what I'm reading is going to be somewhat PG.

This book leans more toward the science fiction/fantasy genre, which I don't read much of, so I was really ready to try something different. The author wrote from several points of view, which seems to be a fiction trend right now. I'm not mad - I enjoy following several characters at a time. I got really sucked in to the story line right away, but then it went a bit awry for me...

I know the author was trying to be legit and genuine, but she developed some characters that were super into idol worship and magic, and there were scenes with hunting children for sport... And the description of said things just proved to be a bit much for me. There was a scene where a priestess character started talking with a "goddess" and became inhabited by said goddess, and at that point, I just put the book down. Call me a prude, but I just don't put those kinds of things before my eyes, and I was kind of disappointed in Bethany House for presenting me with something like that.

Maybe Williamson was going somewhere amazing. Maybe the story is the most incredible story ever told. I'll never know because, to me, those ends just didn't justify the means. Of course, this is just my opinion, and I tend to over-guard myself, but I always err on the side of "better safe than sorry."