Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Source of Strength

ME: Madi, thanks for bringing in those groceries. You have really strong muscles.
MADI: Thanks. Heavenly Father and Jesus made them for me.

Sweet. Humility in the making :).

Thursday, September 11, 2008

Are you kidding me???

This is hilarious! Kurt and I read this tonight and about laughed our heads off. Check it out: Seriously so blessed (http://seriouslysoblessed.blogspot.com/).

Aspirations

As we were listening to the Kindermusik CD on the way home from pre-school the other day, the "weird" song came on... for any of you who have this CD, it's the cat opera song. Madi used to hate it - I have to admit it is kind of strange- until Kurt told her one day that it was opera. Well, Madi knows Kurt loves opera and sometimes they pretend to go to the opera together (Madi and Kurt- really cute)... so now she loves the song. Her friend, Madeleine, was in the seat next to her when the song came on. Here's the conversation as best as I can remember:

Madeleine: "This is the weird song."
Madi: "This is opera. I like this song."
Madeleine: "I don't like it."
Madi: "When I grow up, I want to be a dog-walker and an opera singer."
Madeleine: "Oh."

For any who are wondering, these career aspirations are indeed lasting. I asked her today (this is 2 days later... like 2 years in 3 year old time) what she wanted to be when she grew up, and she gave the same answer. I thought that if she really does make it to the big time opera (read: The Met), I can't think of a more quintessential New Yorker thing to do: walk your dog during the day and pursue your illustrious operatic career at night.

I think if Max could talk, he would probably want to be a plumber. Anything toilet or dishwasher seduces him in a millisecond- like before the normal person has time to react, Max is there with his little hand swimming in the toilet bowl. Now he's standing on the toilet, either flushing it or reaching for the sink. Unfortunately, he's still too little to reach, so he usually ends up falling into the garbage can. Doesn't seem to phase him, though. He just climbs out and tries again. Well, maybe I'll nurture his natural instinct. It would be kind of nice to have a little handyman around here.... I'll get him a plunger for Christmas.