What Fairy Tales are Made of...

This morning, Thatcher asked, "Hadwee, may I have this dance, please?" She shook her head no and tried to push him away. Chad told Thatcher he didn't think Hadley wanted to dance. Thatcher's reply: "But, Dad, that's what they do in fairy tales."

Blessed are the Peacemakers

Lately, Thatcher and I have been talking a lot about Matthew 5:9: "Blessed are the peacemakers for they will be called sons of God." Specifically, we talk about how we should strive to be peacemakers, rather than troublemakers. This morning, I overheard him playing in the playroom with Hadley. His conversation went a little something like this: "Hadley, can I have that toy please? Remember, you need to try to be a PACEMAKER and not a troublemaker." Close enough.

Blessings

Thatcher Saying the Blessing

Not to be outdone, Hadley has her own way of getting the camera on her at mealtime.

Bed Time

That book is a real snore.

Thatcher "tucking in" Donald Duck.

The Next Emeril

Thatcher requested rice krispies for breakfast this morning. He went into a panic when I gave him a bowl of them, insisting that rice krispies are square and don't have milk on them. It was then that I realized he wanted rice krispies TREATS. Five hours of "Can we make rice krispies treats" questions later, here is what he did:

Because I'll hear it if Hadley doesn't get equal airtime, here she is doing what she does best - showing off her favorite body parts and playing with her favorite guys.

Shattered

In the past three hours, Hadley has shattered one pyrex measuring cup and one antique china serving bowl. She is dangerously close to dismantling my spirit.

Conversations in the Car

Thatcher: "Mommy, can we play gob (golf) today?"
Danielle: "Thatcher, I'm afraid it's going to be too hot to play golf today."
Thatcher: "Mommy, some gobers (golfers) play gob when it is really hot outside. You know that."

Upon hearing Hadley ask for "more" fruit snacks for the 457th time in 10 minutes, Thatcher replies, "Hadley, they're all gone. I told you that three times."

Hadley upon reading her new book, "The Shy Little Kitten:" Ki-kat, ki-kat, ki-kat, ki-kat." Hadley upon dropping her new book: "Book, book, book, book, book. Mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy. Book, book, book, book, book." Hadley after I hand her the dropped book: "Ki-kat, ki-kat, ki-kat, ki-kat." Repeat conversation in its entirety until arriving home some 20 minutes later.''

Thatcher to our pediatrician, Dr. Reilly, (not to mention his Sunday School teachers and anyone else who will listen): "We went to Disney for vacation. While we were there, my granddaughter ate a bug. It was stinky and disgusting." For the record, I have no idea who his granddaughter is or why she is eating bugs.