Old fashioned coffee


This morning I got out our “old” coffee maker so I could make a full pot of coffee for iced coffee.  Lovebug saw it and said, "So that’s an old fashioned coffee maker?".  I could not contain my laughter!  She even said “Are you laughing at me or the cat?”.  Ummmm…look! The cat is doing something cute! Distract! Distract! Distract!

I mean, it’s from Starbucks.  How old can it be?  No sweetie, THIS is an old fashioned coffee maker. Ha Ha!


Whatever will we do with these kids growing up with phones without cords and Keurig coffee makers? 🙂

My daughter is a comedian!

For the longest time, Lovebug didn’t understand humor.  She is *extremely* literal.  She didn’t understand figures of speech like “I’m going to get on the computer" – she’d say, “Why are you going to get ON the computer, it could break”.  She didn’t think jokes were funny because she’d spend so much time trying to figure out the literal meaning of the joke, that the moment was lost.

The last year or so, it’s finally clicked and she is funny!  She loves to read jokes, and even tries to make up her own jokes.  Of course, her telling the joke is often more funny than the joke she made up, but it’s hilarious to hear her try.

Things like,

Q. Why did the chicken cross the road?

A. To get to the elephant!

I don’t get it, but she’s so cute and she cracks herself up, and THAT is funny!


Lately she has really enjoyed reading joke books, and I have to say that she’s much better at remembering them than I am.  But she doesn’t just TELL the joke.  She EXPLAINS the joke.   Once again, that part is even more funny than the joke itself.  It’s like she thinks you won’t get it, so she just keeps on explaining it until you say “Ok, I got it!”

Today, this is how it went:

Lovebug: “I have a joke for you!  How many paws does a bear have?”

Me: “Ummm, 4?”

L: “One.  One Pa, and one Ma”

Me: “That’s good!” (lots of laughs)

L: (continues) “Get it?  Pa? Like his dad! He has one dad and one mom. He has 4 paws, but this is Pa like his DAD, you know because Pa means Dad.”

Me: “Yep! I get it, that’s why I’m laughing!”

Lovebug-ism of the Day!

This morning we were rushing out the door to the grocery store because I overestimated how much toilet paper we had left when I went to the store a couple days ago (to avoid the crowds).  

I told Lovebug to grab a friend (one of her many stuffed animals) to bring with her, and she came running back with her parrot/macaw saying, “I got my BEST BUDDY!”.

Me: “BEST buddy? Wow! Even more than Peanut?”.  Peanut is her elephant that has been her best friend since Christmas 2007.

Lovebug: “No, (with the DUH tone) Peanut is my best FRIEND.  Macaw is my best BUDDY”


Me: “What’s the difference?”

LB (said in her best annoyed teenager voice): “Friend starts with an F, and Buddy starts with a B.  Friend ends in D, and Buddy ends in Y.”

Oh yea, silly me.  How in the world did I not know the difference between those two words?


I love my little literal girl!! She makes me smile.  Every single day.

Out of the mouth of babes

I was going through an old notebook of mine that I had used for all sorts of random notes from grocery lists to quotes from Lovebug.  There is some good stuff in there!

Last March she said,

“Speaking of Easter…Can I have some water?  I said speaking of Easter because blue is an Easter color and water is blue.  Sometimes you wear blue on Easter like a bow or polka dots.  Easter is bright colors like blue, pink and yellow.”

See why I write this stuff down?  She’s FUNNY!  Here’s another one….


Mommy, I peeled all the skin off my grape with my teeth and now it’s GREEN as a whistle!”

Speaking of grapes…one time when she was about 3, she was eating grapes.  We looked over and she was blowing on the end of the grape.  I asked her what she was doing, and she said,

“Trying to make it bigger, like a balloon”

She was dead serious.  Hilarious, I tell you!

How my daughter thinks…

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Lovebug: “Mommy, do you know why I chose the glow-in-the-dark Silly Putty to play with this morning?

Me: “No, why did you choose that one?”

Lovebug: “Just in case all the lights in our house go out.  That’s just how I am, I like to be “just in case”.


Lovebug: “I wish there was a store full of all baby stuff that glowed-in-the-dark…even the PJs! Then, you could get Little Bear some PJs that glowed in the dark and when you went in to pick up up during the night, you would be able to find him!”


Lovebug: “I wish the whole world was made out of food.  Because then everyone could eat in bed whenever they wanted!  Even better, everyone could just eat whenever they wanted. Our property would be made out of our favorite foods, and other people’s property would be made out of their favorite foods.  If you went in your room, your favorite foods would be there, in my room would be my favorite foods, and in Little Bear’s room would be his favorites.  In the living room, you know what would be there?  ALL of our favorites, and they would be labeled with our names!”

(at this point, she asked me if I was writing down what she said.  When I told her yes, she then wanted to dictate more to me)

“Anything that is already food would stay food, but everything else would turn into food!  Well, except our very favorite toys like Peanut (her stuffed Elephant) – those would stay toys.

And also, every single food was labeled with the food names right under our names so that we would know which one was our food and what it was, and we could also have a trampoline made our of Jello so I could jump higher and higher than I did before!  And guess what your bed was made of? It was made of soft warm cushy marshmallows and so was my bed!”

I love my girl to the moon and back! She’s so cute, smart, creative, and funny!

Out of the mouths of babes

Out of the blue, Lovebug asked me this question,

“How do I know if it’s God talking to me, or if it’s Satan talking to me, or if it’s ME talking to me?”

Really?  She’s 6.  I was over 30 before I attempted to address that question for myself.  She is so incredibly deep, it’s amazing.

I struggled with how to answer her appropriately.  I didn’t want to blow off such an important question with too childish of an answer, but then again, she IS a child.

Here is the bottom line of what I told her:

1) The more you talk to God, the more you’ll recognize His voice.  Just like you recognize the voice when your spouse, mom, or best friend call you on the phone without them having to introduce themselves each time.

2) Compare what you are being told against the Bible.  God is never going to tell you to do something that goes against what He tells us in His Word.  So if you hear “go kick that girl because she has on a blue dress and your favorite color is pink” – that’s not from God.  God would not tell you to kick anyone.

3) It’s ok to ask God to clarify things for you.  He wants you to understand Him, and He isn’t going to be offended if you are TRYING to understand, but are having trouble.  Tell Him you need help, and He will help you.

Don’t sweat the small stuff because God’s got it

This past Saturday night, just before Bug went to bed, I was rocking her in the rocking chair.  I feel so incredibly blessed that she still lets me do this from time to time, even at 5 (and a half!). 

Suddenly, she burst into tears!  She said “I don’t want to grow up.  I want to stay a kid forever.”  I assured her that she had tons of time to enjoy being a kid, and when it was time for her to be a grownup, she would WANT to be a grownup!  She was worried about outgrowing her bunk bed (a twin!), so I told her about how I slept on a bed that size until I was a much older grownup and it fit just fine.

Then the conversation got around to us moving (Ahhh! The real worry!).  We know that about a year from now our family will be moving.  We don’t know where yet.  Most of the time, Emily is super excited about it.  God blessed her with an amazing sense of adventure and curiosity.  She wants to visit more countries and states than I think I even knew existed at her age.

However, this time, she was bawling.  She was scared and worried about the move.  I held her close and told her she could ask me anything.  That Daddy and I had both moved many, many times in our life, so we could tell her all about it.   She’s moved before, but she was too young to remember it.  Now, she’s starting to process the concept of moving, and trying to figure it all out.  See, she’s a detail person and a planner.  That’s who she is.  So, rather than focusing on the adventure of it, right now she was focused on the little details.

What was she worried about? Well, here were a couple of her questions.

* What if my new bedroom doesn’t have a window?  I assured her that her bedroom, would in fact, have a window!  She loves to look out her bedroom window!

* What if we are driving to our new home and we have to stop, but we can’t sleep in the van….where will we sleep?  Obviously she had forgotten the many times we’ve slept in a hotel room on the way to a destination!  I reminded her of the hotel stops when we went to Florida this past year, and that settled her mind.

Last time she did this, she was concerned because she “would never get to go to the zoo again!”, but was fine once I showed her that there are zoos in or near most cities, and that she would definitely get to go to the zoo again!

She was also curious about having a yard to play in, and since I don’t know if we’ll be in a house or apartment at first, I couldn’t promise that.  But once I told her that apartments have swimming pools, she said she wanted us to live there!

Our sweet girl is not a big fan of change.  She likes to plan ahead and know what’s going to happen….exactly how it’s going to happen.  So this first move will be challenging for us.  We’ll have to give her lots of details, without giving her ones she doesn’t need to know at her age.

As she was worrying about whether or not her bedroom would have a window, I was reminded of Christ in Matthew 6:25-39.  He tells us not to worry because he will take care of us, even more than he does the birds and the flowers.  He’s already in the details.  He sees the big picture, when we only see what’s right in front of us.

Just the same, I can worry about where we are going to be stationed, what our house will look like, if it will have a microwave built in, whether I’ll have a bathtub or just a shower…..Or I can just relax, take it as it comes, and trust that God has it all planned out for us.

“Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God.  And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.” (Phil 4:6-7)