Parker: Santa probably has helpers that speak Spanish for when he visits a different universe.
I regularly catch Grayden reading Christmas books to himself. Every time it includes the line, "Dash away, dash away, dash away all!" I love hearing my two year old yell this out.
Reid: When it's Christmas, I'm not gonna pout, cry or hit people.
When singing a Christmas song at church....The chorus was Hosanna! Hosanna! But Parker sang it, "Oh Santa! Oh Santa!" (The rest of the song was about the nativity.)
We took the kids to see Santa and kept asking if they want to sit on Santa's lap. And after we asked them if they had fun sitting on Santa's lap. For a few days, Grayden thought that Santa's name was 'Santa's Lap.' We'd see a picture of him and Gray would point out...there's Santa's Lap. We cleared that up.
All my crazies sing Jingle Bells: Oh MUCH fun it is to ride...
Parker: Do you know what my favorite word is? St. Nick. It's my favorite word and my favorite Christmas thing.
Gray doesn't have any memories of past Christmases. (Which is really fun...it's like he's experiencing it all for the first time and is ultra excited about EVERYTHING!) But despite no memory of Christmas, when we pulled out Christmas decorations, the only thing he could identify was baby Jesus. He recognized Him immediately. Small kids are like that. And it's really sweet.
Parker after reading The Night Before Christmas: There's gonna be sugar plums in my head tonight!
Showing posts with label Out of the Mouth of Babes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Out of the Mouth of Babes. Show all posts
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Out Of The Mouths Of Babes...and Boys
This was my worst week in primary yet. I finally had to ban all chairs from the class room because the crazy kids couldn't keep them on the floor. And a member of the primary presidency is now in the regular habit of taping the light switches during opening exercises because the kids have some weird issue with turning them off. It's a major battle. I don't think any of their quotes have been as funny since the first week I started writing them, but they seem to be popular, so here it is by popular demand...Out of the Mouth of Babes.
A: We fast when we brush our teeth.
L: I choose the right by letting my sister brush her teeth first.
A: 'I like to move it, move it!' (We were playing follow the leader and when it was A.'s turn to be the leader, he sang this accompanied by a crazy little dance.)
E: I have to whisper something in your ear. When I went to the bathroom, I couldn't go pee because there was a baby getting his diaper changed in there and it was a boy. I didn't want him to watch me.
L: I show my sister I love her when I share my balloon.
During sharing time, Sis. N. asked the kids if they knew what was on her poster. A child yelled out: It must be a pirate map!
Sis. V. had a teacher walk down the hall during singing time to see how far she could get and still hear the singing. When she asked how far they thought she could get, one kid answered: To the end of the earth!
I really wish I had my pen and paper out during sacrament meeting. I'd say at least six or seven young men got up to bear their testimonies today. You'd think some one had promised them a candy bar or something. But I don't think that was the case. When one of them got up he encouraged the rest of the young men to get up, too...and they did. One by one we heard the simple and strong testimonies of these stalwart young men. It was awesome. I've never really lived in a ward where the young men get up to bear their testimonies...especially cool young men. Shoot, I never bore my testimony from the pulpit until college. I think I did it one year at girls camp and probably even at EFY and possibly youth conference. I was impressed. What a great group of young men. These are the only two comments I remember from them....and it's not word for word, but close. Again, I wish I had a pen handy. I really enjoyed testimony meeting today.
I just want to bear my testimony of the brotherhood in this ward...
When they split wards, I wasn't really happy about it. All my friends were in another ward. (Then, in an effort to retain is current ward friends he added the following.) Well not all my friends.
The youth are so fun.
A: We fast when we brush our teeth.
L: I choose the right by letting my sister brush her teeth first.
A: 'I like to move it, move it!' (We were playing follow the leader and when it was A.'s turn to be the leader, he sang this accompanied by a crazy little dance.)
E: I have to whisper something in your ear. When I went to the bathroom, I couldn't go pee because there was a baby getting his diaper changed in there and it was a boy. I didn't want him to watch me.
L: I show my sister I love her when I share my balloon.
During sharing time, Sis. N. asked the kids if they knew what was on her poster. A child yelled out: It must be a pirate map!
Sis. V. had a teacher walk down the hall during singing time to see how far she could get and still hear the singing. When she asked how far they thought she could get, one kid answered: To the end of the earth!
I really wish I had my pen and paper out during sacrament meeting. I'd say at least six or seven young men got up to bear their testimonies today. You'd think some one had promised them a candy bar or something. But I don't think that was the case. When one of them got up he encouraged the rest of the young men to get up, too...and they did. One by one we heard the simple and strong testimonies of these stalwart young men. It was awesome. I've never really lived in a ward where the young men get up to bear their testimonies...especially cool young men. Shoot, I never bore my testimony from the pulpit until college. I think I did it one year at girls camp and probably even at EFY and possibly youth conference. I was impressed. What a great group of young men. These are the only two comments I remember from them....and it's not word for word, but close. Again, I wish I had a pen handy. I really enjoyed testimony meeting today.
I just want to bear my testimony of the brotherhood in this ward...
When they split wards, I wasn't really happy about it. All my friends were in another ward. (Then, in an effort to retain is current ward friends he added the following.) Well not all my friends.
The youth are so fun.
Monday, April 14, 2008
Fits of Terror
So I haven't posted the crazy things that come out of the mouths of my primary kids for a few weeks. Some days they are way too out of control to write anything down. I try to remember what they say, but if I don't write it down, I just can't get it right.
But yesterday, I only had one kid in my class. Not because he was the only one at church, however. L. was there, but when his dad brought him to opening exercises, he threw a fit of terror. Seriously, tears. He clung to his dad for dear life. I expected him to calm down and come to class later, but he never showed. And E. was there for opening exercises and part of sharing time. But I couldn't get her to stop crying/ pouting the whole time, either. I don't know if someone got her parents or what, but they came and got her before class started. I was left alone with A. This is just another reason I should not be a primary teacher. I scare those poor kids.
If they only knew I feel the same. I rarely make it through a Sunday morning without at least a little nausea. I very seriously get a lump in my stomach just thinking/ dreading what's in store for me that afternoon. And there are probably only two Sundays I haven't come home in tears...yesterday being the second.
Onto better things...Out Of The Mouth Of Babes:
A: Even I got a play set with an enemy for my birf-day.
A: We never wash the van because it's big because we never wash it because it's big.
A: I had an old teacher. This [classroom] was her attic.
A: I only know how old my mom is. She's 60.......? I do not know. (She's probably in her 30's.)
Can you tell we had a hard time staying on topic yesterday? Any time I asked him a question, he took the opportunity to talk and ran with it.
I have also heard a few funny things in sharing time recently, but not from my kids.
Sis. W: What are your names? (Said to two visiting brothers.)
Visitor 1: My brother and me just changed our names.
Visitor 2: Yeah, I'm Simon.
Visitor 1: And I'm Theodore.
Sis. C: M. come up and pick a hat. (As part of a singing time activity.)
M: Don't mess up my pretty hair.
Sis H was talking about Lehi's family traveling through the wilderness and leaving so much behind.
M: I got two new purses. I would bring them. I could fit a lot of stuff in those.
But yesterday, I only had one kid in my class. Not because he was the only one at church, however. L. was there, but when his dad brought him to opening exercises, he threw a fit of terror. Seriously, tears. He clung to his dad for dear life. I expected him to calm down and come to class later, but he never showed. And E. was there for opening exercises and part of sharing time. But I couldn't get her to stop crying/ pouting the whole time, either. I don't know if someone got her parents or what, but they came and got her before class started. I was left alone with A. This is just another reason I should not be a primary teacher. I scare those poor kids.
If they only knew I feel the same. I rarely make it through a Sunday morning without at least a little nausea. I very seriously get a lump in my stomach just thinking/ dreading what's in store for me that afternoon. And there are probably only two Sundays I haven't come home in tears...yesterday being the second.
Onto better things...Out Of The Mouth Of Babes:
A: Even I got a play set with an enemy for my birf-day.
A: We never wash the van because it's big because we never wash it because it's big.
A: I had an old teacher. This [classroom] was her attic.
A: I only know how old my mom is. She's 60.......? I do not know. (She's probably in her 30's.)
Can you tell we had a hard time staying on topic yesterday? Any time I asked him a question, he took the opportunity to talk and ran with it.
I have also heard a few funny things in sharing time recently, but not from my kids.
Sis. W: What are your names? (Said to two visiting brothers.)
Visitor 1: My brother and me just changed our names.
Visitor 2: Yeah, I'm Simon.
Visitor 1: And I'm Theodore.
Sis. C: M. come up and pick a hat. (As part of a singing time activity.)
M: Don't mess up my pretty hair.
Sis H was talking about Lehi's family traveling through the wilderness and leaving so much behind.
M: I got two new purses. I would bring them. I could fit a lot of stuff in those.
Monday, March 10, 2008
Overheard in Primary
Nothing tops the quotes from a few weeks ago, but here's what I heard this week...
E: I can't say a prayer with all this louding stuff.
Me: Is your birthday in June?
L: No, my birthday's in Texas.
E: I cut my paper out, but my dad don't let me to. (What?!!!)
Me: Chairs stay on the floor! (Said at least 12 times.)
A: Sometimes when the sun rides up we go to the lake. (He was so incredibly reverent and well behaved this Sunday, I hardly have anything to write from him.)
Me: Keep your Book of Mormon to yourself. (A phrase I've never thought I would say.)
E: I tell Heavenly Father thank you for puppies named Fluffy.
L (in tears): I cut her hair a little bit.
Me: (I freak out...I was helping A. and momentarily not paying attention to L. and E. Much to my relief, he had cut the hair of the girl on the picture we were cutting out. Phewww! E. has the cutest little girl hair cut I've ever seen. I would have hated to be the supervising adult if that had happened.)
E: Because Jesus Christ. (That was her answer to every question yesterday...Why do we say prayers? Why do we close our eyes? Why do we bow our heads? What can we tell Heavenly Father we're thankful for? What can He help us with? How do you know these kids are praying? What do we do when someone is saying a prayer? Why do we say Amen? Etc. Same answer to every question.)
L: I'm inviting you to my birthday at the water park.
Me: (Yes! I've won him over...I'm on the invite list.)
I didn't have any quotes from last week. They were so out of control naughty I couldn't take two seconds to write anything down.
E: I can't say a prayer with all this louding stuff.
Me: Is your birthday in June?
L: No, my birthday's in Texas.
E: I cut my paper out, but my dad don't let me to. (What?!!!)
Me: Chairs stay on the floor! (Said at least 12 times.)
A: Sometimes when the sun rides up we go to the lake. (He was so incredibly reverent and well behaved this Sunday, I hardly have anything to write from him.)
Me: Keep your Book of Mormon to yourself. (A phrase I've never thought I would say.)
E: I tell Heavenly Father thank you for puppies named Fluffy.
L (in tears): I cut her hair a little bit.
Me: (I freak out...I was helping A. and momentarily not paying attention to L. and E. Much to my relief, he had cut the hair of the girl on the picture we were cutting out. Phewww! E. has the cutest little girl hair cut I've ever seen. I would have hated to be the supervising adult if that had happened.)
E: Because Jesus Christ. (That was her answer to every question yesterday...Why do we say prayers? Why do we close our eyes? Why do we bow our heads? What can we tell Heavenly Father we're thankful for? What can He help us with? How do you know these kids are praying? What do we do when someone is saying a prayer? Why do we say Amen? Etc. Same answer to every question.)
L: I'm inviting you to my birthday at the water park.
Me: (Yes! I've won him over...I'm on the invite list.)
I didn't have any quotes from last week. They were so out of control naughty I couldn't take two seconds to write anything down.
Sunday, February 24, 2008
Out Of The Mouths Of Babes
I just have to share some of the things that came out of the mouths of my primary children today. No, this does not mean I like my calling. In fact, it's worse than I expected. I won't go into that now. But I had to find something good about it and this is it...
L: Heavenly Father helps us when we're lost.
A: We just use GPS.
E: Heavenly Father helps me find my make-up.
A: He helps me when I'm alone in my room and scared.
E: I'm alone in my room when I'm on time-out.
L: He helps me when I'm sick.
E: I be'd sick for 6 minutes at my house.
A: Sometime my dad doesn't get hungry on church days.
E: I can lick some people. It's a game licker. I can lick my sister on her stinky feet.
L: Can I tell you somethin'? (Repeated about 3 million times throughout the two hours...and whatever he wants to tell me usually has to do with Spiderman, video games, sports, anything but the topic at hand.)
All three: Hey look at me! (always followed by a cart-wheel, summer-sault, silly face, hand stand, climbing up the wall, jumping off the chair, picking a chair up over their head, etc.)
There are six four year olds in my class, but only three where there today. They are crazy. They weren't nearly as crazy last week. Different kids bring out a whole different dynamic. I doubt they learned a thing. All I learn is how much I don't like this calling...that and how Heavenly Father can help us find our make-up.
L: Heavenly Father helps us when we're lost.
A: We just use GPS.
E: Heavenly Father helps me find my make-up.
A: He helps me when I'm alone in my room and scared.
E: I'm alone in my room when I'm on time-out.
L: He helps me when I'm sick.
E: I be'd sick for 6 minutes at my house.
A: Sometime my dad doesn't get hungry on church days.
E: I can lick some people. It's a game licker. I can lick my sister on her stinky feet.
L: Can I tell you somethin'? (Repeated about 3 million times throughout the two hours...and whatever he wants to tell me usually has to do with Spiderman, video games, sports, anything but the topic at hand.)
All three: Hey look at me! (always followed by a cart-wheel, summer-sault, silly face, hand stand, climbing up the wall, jumping off the chair, picking a chair up over their head, etc.)
There are six four year olds in my class, but only three where there today. They are crazy. They weren't nearly as crazy last week. Different kids bring out a whole different dynamic. I doubt they learned a thing. All I learn is how much I don't like this calling...that and how Heavenly Father can help us find our make-up.
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