{"id":516,"date":"2011-11-01T14:26:00","date_gmt":"2011-11-01T18:26:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/tuesday-november-1-2011\/"},"modified":"2011-11-01T14:26:00","modified_gmt":"2011-11-01T18:26:00","slug":"tuesday-november-1-2011","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/tuesday-november-1-2011\/","title":{"rendered":"Tuesday November 1, 2011"},"content":{"rendered":"

The whole kitchen smells like apples being cooked into sauce … probably because that’s what is actually happening. Three apples are lined up on the kitchen sink as a visual encouragement to make apple dumplings. Why do I dislike messy baking so much? <\/p>\n

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On another note, I feel sorry for anyone who does not have a three year old in their house. If there were one year in childhood that I could freeze, three would be it. Potty trained. Past the main tantrums if they’re going to happen. Talking well enough to avoid frustrating communication blocks but not well enough to lose their little person cuteness. Three year olds are mostly comprised of giggles, stories, hugs, emerging critical thinking and puzzle solving skills, and appropriate independence (as opposed to the sassy I-can-do-it-myself when they really can’t). <\/p>\n

Liam is three. Today I watched his face when he washed a big bowlful of apples for me. I followed his eyes when he poured sugar on top of ice chunks for the tea I was brewing. It’s all still new and fun. Without a word from me, he notices the way the apple feels under running water. He watches the little drops spray off the side. He turns it upside down and watches the little cavity in the bottom hold water when he moves it toward the bowl. He slowly moves the measuring cup in circular movements across the ice, watching. Always watching. And I want to tell him, “never lose that.” Some day it won’t be sugar spray or water droplets. But never lose the wonder and the fascination of learning.<\/p>\n

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11\/1\/11
Favorite facebook status of the day (from David’s cousin, Virginia): “I can’t get the ones in the right place when I write today’s date.”<\/p>\n

Good one, Ginny! Good one!<\/p>\n

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And a few funny quotes from Liam in case your day really needed some laughter sneaked into the crevices:<\/p>\n

I bought a cassette about zoology at Goodwill for the boys and Liam especially listens to it over and over. The other day he walked out to the kitchen and said, “Mommy, did you know you are a mammal?” <\/p>\n

Another day I saw him standing in the living room with a Bible Story book. Apparently he was getting ready to preach to his imaginary congregation. In his most commanding voice he said, “There was a guy sent from God and his name was Johnny Appleseed.”<\/p>\n

One Tuesday morning he started begging for a marshmallow well before 9:00 in the morning. Of course I said, no. “But marshmallows have protein,” he insisted. Good try, little man. Although it appears I may be soloing this journey to healthful eating. When I told David the story later he said, “Boy after my own heart.”<\/p>\n

Liam was in a particularly happy mood today. When it was getting close to nap time I sent him into the living room to clean up his playthings. “This will be fascinating!” he said.
What will be?
“Picking up my toys!”<\/p>\n

The bossiness is the one two year old trait that is not disappearing at all. In fact, I think it’s getting more pronounced. The other day he said, “Can you turn the light on?” I didn’t say anything, just quietly flipped the switch. Liam promptly said, “Say sure I can.”<\/p>\n

But my favorite of all are his prayers … at least when he branches outside of the “Fank you dat we tan hab a dood day and fank you for our food” version. For a few weeks almost every prayer started out like this, “Fank you dat Dod {God} tould hab a dood {good} day in heaben ….”<\/p>\n

And the one that has me working the hardest not to crack up in front of him is his passionate singing of “All God’s critters got a place in the choir.” It’s just way too many wrong enunciations in one sentence combined with phenomenal vocal emphasis. His version goes like this, “All Dod’s titters dot a pace in du tire.”<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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