Kiddos
Kids are funny. They just are.
Again, maybe I have a childish sense of humor, but really, it gets me when a child tells you a made up story for literally 45 minutes. They just keep going as long as they gets some form of verbal reassurance that the story is fantastic. "No way!" "Are you serious?!" "Mmhmm!" "Oh, I see..."
Here are some of my favorite moments from this summer:
Kaden, after me asking him to do something, replied, "Wouldn't it be funny if a mom asked her kid to eat his dinner, and she said, 'Eat you dinner (he speaks in a sweet voice)...... OR SUFFER (in a gruff voice)!' Or... or... 'Bring your plates to the table.... OR DIE!'
Playing hide and seek with a ball, where one person hides it and the others have to find it. Whoever finds it, some one else has to draw a picture for them. Its kind of ironic..I'm pretty sure I won at 5 of the 12ish games, but somehow I end up drawing 5 pictures for Lana (who didn't win any) and 5 for Kaden...and mysteriously, my pictures were forgotten. Thats ok :) I have plenty already :)
Or the time, when Kaden told me the same Star Wars story about 20 times in one day. "He just grabbed the droid and threw him like he didn't weigh at all!!"
At the Bufords, we were playing outside before it got dark. I never had brothers... I experienced how little boys play outside. First, Jason found a cute little frog and started pinching it. I asked him if thought he would like being pinched between two huge fingers. Anyway, he kept playing with the little frog as I was telling him that amphibians liked water and that he should put the frog near the creek when he was done, and so one of us didn't step on it. A little while later, I saw Jason's arm fling. I was shocked. He threw the frog 20 plus feet toward the creek. He saw my concerned look apparently, and mentioned quietly, "I god 'em theore fas-thor."
Later on, Jonas came up behind me while i was swinging with Jediah (who not only just had a bath and was now muddy but was purposely rubbing dirt on me) and kept touching my back saying, "Pinch. Pinch." and giggling. So finally my curiousity got the best of me and i turned to ask what the goof was pinching me for. As i turned to look at his hand, he shoved a dead locust shell into my face. Pretty sure I screamed really loud and ran away. He them proceeded to crunch the locust shell in his hand and spread it around like it was a cremation as watched and gagged.
Then, came the worst part. I had just pushed Jason in the tire swing and encouraged him that he could get out of his own. It seemed easy. After about thirty seconds of what i thought seemed minimal struggle, he made it out of the swing. Then it was my turn! So i strung each leg into the tire. As soon as I got in the tire, I knew it was a bad idea. It was just tall enough that i could touch my feet to the ground with it (stuck) on my hips. I was stuck. I started freaking out internally. All I could think was, "Crap, the boys are going to run away and i'll be stuck forever and all the neighbor are going to look out and see the stupid babysitter stuck in the tire swing! Melody will never forgive me. How am I goin to get out without falling out like an idiot and scraping my entire leg?! I know! I'll call mommy and she can come help me out. Shoot... Why Do I Never Have My Phone!?" After what seemed 5 minutes of torture but probably more like two, I extracted my body from the swing, and apologized to Jason for making him get out of the swing on his own.
All of my babysitting makes me realize how fun kids are. They don't judge you, and they are quick to forgive. They don't hold grudges. Sometimes i think we should stop taking ourselves so seriously. Kids have a lot to teach us. I honestly very much look forward to (the possibility of) having children someday...
My luck, I'll have all boys someday. ;)
Again, maybe I have a childish sense of humor, but really, it gets me when a child tells you a made up story for literally 45 minutes. They just keep going as long as they gets some form of verbal reassurance that the story is fantastic. "No way!" "Are you serious?!" "Mmhmm!" "Oh, I see..."
Here are some of my favorite moments from this summer:
Kaden, after me asking him to do something, replied, "Wouldn't it be funny if a mom asked her kid to eat his dinner, and she said, 'Eat you dinner (he speaks in a sweet voice)...... OR SUFFER (in a gruff voice)!' Or... or... 'Bring your plates to the table.... OR DIE!'
Playing hide and seek with a ball, where one person hides it and the others have to find it. Whoever finds it, some one else has to draw a picture for them. Its kind of ironic..I'm pretty sure I won at 5 of the 12ish games, but somehow I end up drawing 5 pictures for Lana (who didn't win any) and 5 for Kaden...and mysteriously, my pictures were forgotten. Thats ok :) I have plenty already :)
Or the time, when Kaden told me the same Star Wars story about 20 times in one day. "He just grabbed the droid and threw him like he didn't weigh at all!!"
At the Bufords, we were playing outside before it got dark. I never had brothers... I experienced how little boys play outside. First, Jason found a cute little frog and started pinching it. I asked him if thought he would like being pinched between two huge fingers. Anyway, he kept playing with the little frog as I was telling him that amphibians liked water and that he should put the frog near the creek when he was done, and so one of us didn't step on it. A little while later, I saw Jason's arm fling. I was shocked. He threw the frog 20 plus feet toward the creek. He saw my concerned look apparently, and mentioned quietly, "I god 'em theore fas-thor."
Later on, Jonas came up behind me while i was swinging with Jediah (who not only just had a bath and was now muddy but was purposely rubbing dirt on me) and kept touching my back saying, "Pinch. Pinch." and giggling. So finally my curiousity got the best of me and i turned to ask what the goof was pinching me for. As i turned to look at his hand, he shoved a dead locust shell into my face. Pretty sure I screamed really loud and ran away. He them proceeded to crunch the locust shell in his hand and spread it around like it was a cremation as watched and gagged.
Then, came the worst part. I had just pushed Jason in the tire swing and encouraged him that he could get out of his own. It seemed easy. After about thirty seconds of what i thought seemed minimal struggle, he made it out of the swing. Then it was my turn! So i strung each leg into the tire. As soon as I got in the tire, I knew it was a bad idea. It was just tall enough that i could touch my feet to the ground with it (stuck) on my hips. I was stuck. I started freaking out internally. All I could think was, "Crap, the boys are going to run away and i'll be stuck forever and all the neighbor are going to look out and see the stupid babysitter stuck in the tire swing! Melody will never forgive me. How am I goin to get out without falling out like an idiot and scraping my entire leg?! I know! I'll call mommy and she can come help me out. Shoot... Why Do I Never Have My Phone!?" After what seemed 5 minutes of torture but probably more like two, I extracted my body from the swing, and apologized to Jason for making him get out of the swing on his own.
All of my babysitting makes me realize how fun kids are. They don't judge you, and they are quick to forgive. They don't hold grudges. Sometimes i think we should stop taking ourselves so seriously. Kids have a lot to teach us. I honestly very much look forward to (the possibility of) having children someday...
My luck, I'll have all boys someday. ;)
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