Wednesday, December 12, 2012

1 family, 5 kids, many different personalities


Very typical  reactions to the news that we were all going to the Christmas parade: Micah looked pleased but didn't really show how he felt, Felicity quietly smiled and stayed to herself , after I explained to Cassie about the parade and candy she was excited and had lots of questions, and Came squealed  lay back on the rug and kicked her feet in a happy dance, her face got flushed and her eyes filled with tears as she began laughing and talking.

More Sayings....

I try to discourage the kids from saying "hate".Camie was acting something out and making up a song in the playroom."Chesterrrr! I hate Chesssterrrr!" No, I don't hate him. Chesterrrr. I love Chesssterrrr!"



Cassie says

"I don't know how to fold my clothes and put them in the dresser. I just know how to cramble them in there."

"Micah says we can live a hundred miles."

 "I like the clumps of butter on my biscuit, but I like them better in my mouth."

Felicity: Can we watch Mary Pippy Stockings? (That would be Mary Poppins and Pippy Longstockings.)


4 comments:

Lauren said...

Haha. Those are cute. Caroline too corrected herself a few weeks ago after she said she hated something. I told her that I don't mind if she sometimes says she hates someTHING,like mushrooms or getting sick, just never say she hates someONE. Trying this out, she said, "I hate it when I get chopped up."

EyesofBlue said...

La, I hate when I get chopped up too!! Amazing how much Caroline and I have in common:)

Heather said...

So cute! I've been missing the homeschool meetings. I miss you guys!

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