Last night we were lying in bed, with only the thin walls of an old house seperating us from our children. Joe and I were quietly talking about whether or not he had indeed ingested garlic sometime during the day. Well maybe it wasn't so quiet as Niah, reminded us he was trying to sleep. At this interruption our attentions turned to harrassment of our eldest son. Classic Niah lines were tossed back and forth amid midnight laughter. Wanna hear one? Picture a five year old Niah asking the question, "You know how guys go into a bar and get into farts?" (he meant to say fights) Another is the time during a stage presentation of the Nutcracker he stood up and yelled at the Mouse King with all his might, "Leave him alone you Bonk!" Rough language for a three year old. It was a lovely way to fall into slumber, quiet laughter hanging in the stillness, and smiles on our lips as eyelids closed for the night.
About Me
- tomirose
- I'm a wife of a wonderful man, mom to three awesome children. I like to laugh, encourage, and I would love to write. I think community is a wonderful thing, and I'd like people to be less cynical about church, not THE church, but the institution that we call the church. I think soul patches, piercings and tattoos are kinda cool; attitudes are not. Sometimes I lie in bed and think about weird things.. like why I like the taste of bubblemint gum, but despise the taste of our youngest son's bubblemint flavored toothpaste, or if our older children have already met their future spouses, how amazing it is that I've been married to the same man for thirty-two years, and why dryer lint looks the way it does. I hate having cold feet, being too hot, and stubbing my pinkie toe. I like to read pretty much anything but angsty poetry, well no I lied..not about the angsty poetry, but I don't much like to read biographies either. Laundry is the bane of my existence, along with cleaning out the refrigerator, and just plain cleaning.
1 comment:
awesome. just awesome
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