If You Say So!

Natalia's imagination, endless questions, and pure and simple nixyness (sp?) keeps us in stitches. I thank God for these moments of laughter in the midst of an intense season of discipline and instruction. It truly is medicine for this momma's soul.

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Natalia: "Dad, we need to get a niftyvan like Kaleb. We don't have enough room for the beach." (Can you tell we've been anticipating our upcoming beach vacation? And what child WOULDN'T think a minivan was nifty?!)

Natalia, holding up an old watch she's wearing on her arm: "Dad, my tick is clocking."


Natalia: "Mom, I wanna' wear my gobbles." (goggles)


After I finished painting her toenails the other morning, I was fanning her feet with a book and she said, "Mom, it's like air conditioning!"


Further proof that nothing is free, she asked me the other day whether I wanted "Cash or Debit". To which I replied, "cash". Then she said, "That's fifty dollars, please."


I'm still trying to figure out what song she's singing when she belts out, "He shed His wife!" Guess I'll have to ask her Sunday school teachers WHAT they're singing!


She loves to sing, especially in the car. Last night as we were driving somewhere, she had Pete and I in stitches as she was bellowing, "Oh no, you leck-ah-leck go! Through the air and through the storm!" (The real lyrics are, "Oh no, You never let go. Through the calm and through the storm.) When I tried to get her to sing "calm" instead of "air" she'd say, "yup, yup, okay" and then proceed with interjecting some other random word like "woods", "farm", etc.


As soon as we are back from our June travels we are potty training. Though, Natalia has insisted that, "Only pee pee goes in the potty. Poopie goes in bappers!" (She calls diapers, bappers.)


And, even though she is still in diapers, when she and her cousin Morgan had a trial run at sleeping over at Grandpa and Grandma's house last weekend (in preparation for our beach vacation), her last ditch effort to avoid going to sleep was to tell Grandma that she needed to use the potty.


And finally, she'll frequently say to Pete, "Daddy, I want to do tippy toes." (This means she wants to stand on his feet and walk around the house.) The other day an Alison Krauss song was on and she asked to do "tippy toes" to the "farm music". I guess that IS a pretty good description of country music.