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Out of the Mouths of Babes: She’s a Campenbell!
Tonight was Store Night at AWANA. This quarterly event is set up to enable the children to spend their hard earned “AWANA Shares” or “AWANA Bucks” on a variety of fun prizes, such as stuffed animals, footballs, games, and craft kits. Store Night is always a bit hectic, but the truly dedicated children still manage…
Out of the Mouths of Babes: Tastes Like Chicken
The boys are still with their Grandparents this week. I have talked with them each day by phone and they are having a great time: trips to the lake, bowling, dessert every night… Yesterday, Connor told me that Grandma makes “the best chicken ever!” “It’s crispy and tastes like french fries,” he said. When I…
No Monkeys Here!
Today Connor was bouncing and climbing up and down the stairs, over the back of the couch, on the kitchen chairs,… he was in constant motion! I chided him saying, “Connor, you are such a monkey!,” to which he replied straight-faced, “I mot (not) a monkey, I a sheep!” Connor’s class has been learning about…
Out of the Mouths of Babes: Mommy, I Have a New Favorite
I spent the day pulling up sub-flooring in a New Orleans shot-gun house flooded in Hurricane Katrina. It was a long day. As I’m cleaning up for dinner, my cell phone rings. It’s Ryan. Patrick and the boys are at a conference in Baltimore. “Mommy,” he says. “Yes, Ryan?” “I have a new favorite restaurant.”…
Out of the mouths of (Irish) babes: Part 2
Last year for Christmas, the boys received a singing, dancing Irish Santa. They loved it at once, but Patrick and I were unsure about the beer in Santa’s hand. Did an imbibing Santa send an inappropriate message to the boys? For a year we worried and discussed… should Santa find a new home? Could I…
Out of the Mouths of Babes: Are You Thinking What I’m Thinking?
We woke this morning to a light dusting of snow on the ground and rain pattering on the roof. The radio reported a mixture of snow, ice, and rain for the remainder of the day and a host of school closings. Upon hearing this, Connor, our 7-year-old, looks at me and sleepily asks, “Are you…