Elijah and I were talking the other day... It was a Friday afternoon and we were on our way home from his babysitter's house.
"What we doin' next?" he asked. I told him we had to do some housework when we got home so we could play. "Okay, I help you."
"Well, thank you," I replied. "I'll clean the bathroom and you can clean your playroom."
"But I wanna help you in the potty," he protested. I tried to explain that he was too little to help clean the bathrooms because of the strong cleaners. "But I a big boy already."
"Yes, honey, you are a big boy. But you have to be much bigger before I let you help in the bathrooms. Okay?" To be honest, I was thrilled he wanted to help clean. This could work out good for me in the future.
"Maybe when I get this big [at which point he held up his hand as high as it would go] I can help you."
"Yes, dear," I said with a grin.
"And I can be a daddy, too, when I get that big."
I told him he could get married and be a daddy when he gets much, MUCH bigger.
He asked me quite seriously, "Do I need a ring first?" I told him that yes he would need a wedding ring. "Can it be a Spider Man ring?"
I laughed and responded, "You can definitely tell your sweetheart that you want your wedding ring to be a Spider Man ring, honey."
"Okay, Mommy."
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Saturday, March 6, 2010
More of Elijah's Wit
Elijah has said several things in the past several days that have left me laughing.
One night while we were watching tv he said, "Mommy, what's Daddy's name?"
"Jason Bryan Newsome," I replied.
He said, "No. What's him other name?"
I thought for a minute. "Um, Daddy?"
"No, the other one," he argued patiently.
Suddenly, I remembered watching the videos from the hospital when he was born. Jason had been videoing everyone who was there the night before he was born. "There's Papa Don, there's Granny. There's Mommy. What do you wanna be called?"
I said, quite breathlessly since I had no lung capacity, "The Queen!" :)
Jason then turned the camera on himself and said, "And I'm your Daddy but you can call me Dadabooboodadadoo!"
When we watched it, Elijah just cracked up. So I tried it. "You mean Dadabooboodadadoo? That name?"
"Yes. That one." Then he pointed at the lettering on my t-shirt. "Your name is Mommy Bryan Newsome."
"What?!" I asked.
"I Eli Bryan, Daddy is Daddy Bryan, you Mommy Bryan!" We've made such a big deal making sure he knows that his middle name Bryan came from his daddy and his Papa. Guess he thinks ALL the Newsomes have that as their middle name.
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Wednesday morning I let Elijah sleep late since I wasn't going to school but was driving to Nashville for Logan's daddy's funeral. Elijah and I were eating breakfast together. As we were eating, Elijah said, "What's that noise?"
Having not heard anything unusual, I asked, "What noise?"
"That scratching noise," he said.
"I don't know, Eli. What do you think it is?"
"Um," he thought for a minute. "It's a tiger and it wants to eat your bed."
I laughed. "Well, Daddy's still in bed!"
"Uh, oh. We better go wake him up!" he exclaimed.
I lost it!
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Elijah has been asking for a baby brother or sister (sometimes both) since before Christmas. (He even asked Santa.) The other night he mentioned that he wanted a sister. I said, "Well, Mommy's not having one right now. You'll just have to be patient."
"No, I get one now," he said urgently.
"Well, where will you get one?" I asked, not sure I wanted to know the answer.
"At the store." Duh, Mommy. :)
One night while we were watching tv he said, "Mommy, what's Daddy's name?"
"Jason Bryan Newsome," I replied.
He said, "No. What's him other name?"
I thought for a minute. "Um, Daddy?"
"No, the other one," he argued patiently.
Suddenly, I remembered watching the videos from the hospital when he was born. Jason had been videoing everyone who was there the night before he was born. "There's Papa Don, there's Granny. There's Mommy. What do you wanna be called?"
I said, quite breathlessly since I had no lung capacity, "The Queen!" :)
Jason then turned the camera on himself and said, "And I'm your Daddy but you can call me Dadabooboodadadoo!"
When we watched it, Elijah just cracked up. So I tried it. "You mean Dadabooboodadadoo? That name?"
"Yes. That one." Then he pointed at the lettering on my t-shirt. "Your name is Mommy Bryan Newsome."
"What?!" I asked.
"I Eli Bryan, Daddy is Daddy Bryan, you Mommy Bryan!" We've made such a big deal making sure he knows that his middle name Bryan came from his daddy and his Papa. Guess he thinks ALL the Newsomes have that as their middle name.
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Wednesday morning I let Elijah sleep late since I wasn't going to school but was driving to Nashville for Logan's daddy's funeral. Elijah and I were eating breakfast together. As we were eating, Elijah said, "What's that noise?"
Having not heard anything unusual, I asked, "What noise?"
"That scratching noise," he said.
"I don't know, Eli. What do you think it is?"
"Um," he thought for a minute. "It's a tiger and it wants to eat your bed."
I laughed. "Well, Daddy's still in bed!"
"Uh, oh. We better go wake him up!" he exclaimed.
I lost it!
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Elijah has been asking for a baby brother or sister (sometimes both) since before Christmas. (He even asked Santa.) The other night he mentioned that he wanted a sister. I said, "Well, Mommy's not having one right now. You'll just have to be patient."
"No, I get one now," he said urgently.
"Well, where will you get one?" I asked, not sure I wanted to know the answer.
"At the store." Duh, Mommy. :)
Saturday, February 27, 2010
What's the difference?
Yesterday was a long day to end an even longer week of teaching 8th graders. By the time I left school at 3:45 to go pick up ElijahI could barely keep my eyes open. I yawned incessantly and found it very difficult to focus on the job of driving. However, thanks to Elijah telling me "Watch out for that car/truck/mailbox" all the way home and thanks to God's protection, we made it home safely. We let the dogs out, got the mail out of the box, and went upstairs. That's when I decided it was time to make a pot of coffee. I normally don't drink caffeine past noon or at the very latest 2 or 3 because it keeps me awake that night; this, on the other hand, was an emergency. I had to keep Elijah entertained for a few hours until it was time to meet Daddy to do some furniture shopping and eat dinner w/ his parents. Granny (Jason's mom) arrived around 5:30 and I started getting Elijah and myself ready for dinner. I was changing Elijah into some blue jeans and I said, "I'm so sleepy." His response was, "I not sleepy. I just tired." I'm not sure what the difference is but he sure sounded confident.
Today he made another comment that cracked me up. I couldn't laugh at him though. He was experiencing a little bit of "intestinal difficulty" and told me, "Mommy, my poo poo hurting my bottom. You need to spank it!" It took every ounce of self control not to laugh at him because he was in tears. I just rubbed his belly until everything felt better. Then we went and changed a pull up. Good times!
Today he made another comment that cracked me up. I couldn't laugh at him though. He was experiencing a little bit of "intestinal difficulty" and told me, "Mommy, my poo poo hurting my bottom. You need to spank it!" It took every ounce of self control not to laugh at him because he was in tears. I just rubbed his belly until everything felt better. Then we went and changed a pull up. Good times!
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Dinner at the Newsomes' House
Two funny dinner time quotes from my little man:
Several weeks ago Vonnie (aka Granny) brought McDonald's to Elijah and me for dinner because Jason was working late. Elijah was having trouble getting motivated to eat his dinner, so I told him, "There's a cookie over here with your name on it if you'll eat your dinner." Finally, after much coaxing, he finished his chicken nuggets and fries. I handed him his cookie. He looked at it. He turned it over to look at the other side. "Where's my name?" he asked with all sincerity. Granny and I rolled!
Tonight at dinner I asked Jason about his proposed date idea... go to Calhoun or somewhere similar for a mini shopping spree since we missed Valentine's day... I said, "You're talking about clothes shopping, right?" Elijah looked at his daddy and asked, "Yeah, Daddy, you talking close or open?" We both lost it which prompted a case of the giggles in Elijah. It was a fun dinner at our house tonight. I love my two guys!
Several weeks ago Vonnie (aka Granny) brought McDonald's to Elijah and me for dinner because Jason was working late. Elijah was having trouble getting motivated to eat his dinner, so I told him, "There's a cookie over here with your name on it if you'll eat your dinner." Finally, after much coaxing, he finished his chicken nuggets and fries. I handed him his cookie. He looked at it. He turned it over to look at the other side. "Where's my name?" he asked with all sincerity. Granny and I rolled!
Tonight at dinner I asked Jason about his proposed date idea... go to Calhoun or somewhere similar for a mini shopping spree since we missed Valentine's day... I said, "You're talking about clothes shopping, right?" Elijah looked at his daddy and asked, "Yeah, Daddy, you talking close or open?" We both lost it which prompted a case of the giggles in Elijah. It was a fun dinner at our house tonight. I love my two guys!
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Once upon a dream
Last spring we decided to take a summer trip to the beach. But first let me backtrack 9 years...
When Jason and I started planning our honeymoon, we asked a few friends to recommend some nice spots in Florida. I had never really had a beach vacation, and Jason had fond memories of going to the beach as a child and teenager. As luck would have it, my best friend from college and her husband had just purchased a vacation home in Panama City Beach, Florida, and were unbelievably generous. They gave us three nights (sandwiched in between two other renters) at the house for free. Another family friend whom I have known since birth gave us a full week at a time share condo in Ormond Beach, Florida.
When Jason and I arrived at the Venture Out resort in PCB the day after our wedding, we were excited to see the little vacation house that awaited us. We were delighted to find a two-bedroom, two-bathroom house with a full kitchen, dining area, and living room. The decor was tasteful and beautiful. There were two pools in the resort, one on the beach and one on a lagoon at the back of the resort. There were tennis courts, shuffle board courts, and a mini putting green. The beach was beautiful until Jason went running into the surf, stepped into a hole, and tore all the ligaments in his ankle. We spent hours in the ER. But that's another story.
That was in July 2000. Two years later we decided to go back to the PCB house. Then again in 2003. That time we were accompanied by my brother Daniel and his first wife Esther. We had a lot of fun spending the week relaxing, swimming, throwing frisbee on the beach, eating at nice restaurants, and just enjoying family. The next few years passed quickly until 2006 when we decided to go back once again. I remember when we arrived home after our week in paradise, I quipped, "Do you realize we just took what might be our last vacation before we have a family?" Sure enough, almost a year to the day later, Elijah Bryan joined our family on 7/21/07.
That brings us up to date for the purposes of this story.
We decided to take Elijah to the beach for the first time in July 2009. We knew he would have a good time, especially if we prepped him for it. So we decided to start talking about it early and often so that he would be pumped about the trip. As soon as we had set our dates, we started talking about the beach, and Florida, and how much fun it was going to be. Then just a few weeks before leaving, we started chanting "We're going to Florida" over and over every day.
Well, when we finally got to Florida, I started a record of our adventures. That last two days. Then I didn't have internet connection, so I just let time get away from me and didn't really record what we did. I just looked back at my narratives of the first two days and I have to say: I'm so excited that we're going back this year.
Just yesterday we reserved "our house" in PCB for a full week. I am so excited! Elijah is pumped! Jason is stoked! A whole week of the Newsome Three.
When Elijah got up from his nap just a while ago, I asked him if he had any dreams.
"Yep," he replied. "I dreamed about the beach."
Fabulous!
When Jason and I started planning our honeymoon, we asked a few friends to recommend some nice spots in Florida. I had never really had a beach vacation, and Jason had fond memories of going to the beach as a child and teenager. As luck would have it, my best friend from college and her husband had just purchased a vacation home in Panama City Beach, Florida, and were unbelievably generous. They gave us three nights (sandwiched in between two other renters) at the house for free. Another family friend whom I have known since birth gave us a full week at a time share condo in Ormond Beach, Florida.
When Jason and I arrived at the Venture Out resort in PCB the day after our wedding, we were excited to see the little vacation house that awaited us. We were delighted to find a two-bedroom, two-bathroom house with a full kitchen, dining area, and living room. The decor was tasteful and beautiful. There were two pools in the resort, one on the beach and one on a lagoon at the back of the resort. There were tennis courts, shuffle board courts, and a mini putting green. The beach was beautiful until Jason went running into the surf, stepped into a hole, and tore all the ligaments in his ankle. We spent hours in the ER. But that's another story.
That was in July 2000. Two years later we decided to go back to the PCB house. Then again in 2003. That time we were accompanied by my brother Daniel and his first wife Esther. We had a lot of fun spending the week relaxing, swimming, throwing frisbee on the beach, eating at nice restaurants, and just enjoying family. The next few years passed quickly until 2006 when we decided to go back once again. I remember when we arrived home after our week in paradise, I quipped, "Do you realize we just took what might be our last vacation before we have a family?" Sure enough, almost a year to the day later, Elijah Bryan joined our family on 7/21/07.
That brings us up to date for the purposes of this story.
We decided to take Elijah to the beach for the first time in July 2009. We knew he would have a good time, especially if we prepped him for it. So we decided to start talking about it early and often so that he would be pumped about the trip. As soon as we had set our dates, we started talking about the beach, and Florida, and how much fun it was going to be. Then just a few weeks before leaving, we started chanting "We're going to Florida" over and over every day.
Well, when we finally got to Florida, I started a record of our adventures. That last two days. Then I didn't have internet connection, so I just let time get away from me and didn't really record what we did. I just looked back at my narratives of the first two days and I have to say: I'm so excited that we're going back this year.
Just yesterday we reserved "our house" in PCB for a full week. I am so excited! Elijah is pumped! Jason is stoked! A whole week of the Newsome Three.
When Elijah got up from his nap just a while ago, I asked him if he had any dreams.
"Yep," he replied. "I dreamed about the beach."
Fabulous!
Friday, February 19, 2010
Someday
The last several days have been a blur. Elijah had a fever last Sunday morning but it was gone by lunch time. Tuesday afternoon when I picked him up, however, the fever was back. I stayed home with him Wednesday, took him to the doctor, and found out he had strep throat. He's spent a lot of time in bed and in his recliner these last few days. I've noticed the last few nights that he's asked me to rock him and sing to him. I thought it was sweet and was happy to oblige.
Well, I asked him today if he wanted some soup and grilled cheese for lunch. "Sure," he said. So I got to work making some grilled cheese with chicken and vegetable soup. After I burned his sandwich and mine, I started over. Thankfully he was too involved watching PBS kids to notice the stench of burned food. Finally, we made it to the table. As I was eating my soup and sandwich, Elijah was chowing down on apple wedges. I finished my lunch and left him at the table to eat while I took the dogs outside.
When I returned to the kitchen, Elijah said, "Hey, Mommy. You little."
"Well, thank you, son," I said. "And you're getting to be a big boy."
He replied, "No, you not little, you big. I little."
"But you're getting bigger, right?" I asked.
"Yep, and I get as big as daddy someday. And I rock you to sleep. And I put you to bed. And I cover you up. Then you get up and play. Someday."
"Aw, honey, you'd do that for me?" I asked him.
"Yep. That a deal?"
I went and gave him a hug. "That's a deal, sweetheart."
"But tonight you rock me and put me to bed, right?" he asked me with all sincerity.
I assured him that I would rock him tonight if he wanted me to. With pleasure.
Well, I asked him today if he wanted some soup and grilled cheese for lunch. "Sure," he said. So I got to work making some grilled cheese with chicken and vegetable soup. After I burned his sandwich and mine, I started over. Thankfully he was too involved watching PBS kids to notice the stench of burned food. Finally, we made it to the table. As I was eating my soup and sandwich, Elijah was chowing down on apple wedges. I finished my lunch and left him at the table to eat while I took the dogs outside.
When I returned to the kitchen, Elijah said, "Hey, Mommy. You little."
"Well, thank you, son," I said. "And you're getting to be a big boy."
He replied, "No, you not little, you big. I little."
"But you're getting bigger, right?" I asked.
"Yep, and I get as big as daddy someday. And I rock you to sleep. And I put you to bed. And I cover you up. Then you get up and play. Someday."
"Aw, honey, you'd do that for me?" I asked him.
"Yep. That a deal?"
I went and gave him a hug. "That's a deal, sweetheart."
"But tonight you rock me and put me to bed, right?" he asked me with all sincerity.
I assured him that I would rock him tonight if he wanted me to. With pleasure.
Thursday, February 18, 2010
"Where him is?" and other recent Elijah-isms
The other night I was holding Elijah as he suffered through another coughing fit. It didn't matter what I did, I couldn't help him quit coughing: propped up on pillows, hold him in my arms, humidifier, cough syrup, warm fluids, nothing worked. I muttered a quick, "Lord, please help my baby."
Elijah said, "You talkin' to Jesus?"
"Yes, baby."
"But I not Jesus."
"I know, sweetheart," I replied. "I'm just praying to ask Jesus to help you quit coughing and feel better."
He promptly asked, "Where him is?"
I told him Jesus was in Heaven.
"No he not. He in here," he said tapping on his chest.
I told him that, yes, Jesus could live in his heart when he got bigger.
"But I big now!" he proclaimed.
I'm so excited that he wants Jesus to live in his heart already. He asks a LOT of questions about Heaven, where Jesus is, where people go when they die. He also asks to see my grandparents who are in Heaven. I told him that as long as Jesus is in his heart when he dies he will get to see everyone else who is in Heaven.
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Vonnie (aka Granny) brought over some Valentine's day gifts for Elijah the other day... a bag of candy, some new tennis shoes, some Veggie Tales toys from Papa Don, and a card with money in it. He grabbed the money and shouted, "MONEY!" He was so excited. He carried something small with him up the stairs to the living room, then turned around and proclaimed, "Hey, where's my stuff?!"
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Yesterday after Elijah's doctor appointment we went to CVS to get his antibiotic prescription filled. We pulled in the parking lot and he said, "What's this?" I told him it was CVS. He looked perplexed. I got him out of his seat and scurried into the store to get out of the freezing cold. "What's this?" he asked again. I told him that it was still CVS. "This not PBS kids," he replied adamantly. After I laughed, I explained that it was C - V - S, not PBS. "Oh, well I like PBS kids." Me, too, buddy.
Elijah said, "You talkin' to Jesus?"
"Yes, baby."
"But I not Jesus."
"I know, sweetheart," I replied. "I'm just praying to ask Jesus to help you quit coughing and feel better."
He promptly asked, "Where him is?"
I told him Jesus was in Heaven.
"No he not. He in here," he said tapping on his chest.
I told him that, yes, Jesus could live in his heart when he got bigger.
"But I big now!" he proclaimed.
I'm so excited that he wants Jesus to live in his heart already. He asks a LOT of questions about Heaven, where Jesus is, where people go when they die. He also asks to see my grandparents who are in Heaven. I told him that as long as Jesus is in his heart when he dies he will get to see everyone else who is in Heaven.
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Vonnie (aka Granny) brought over some Valentine's day gifts for Elijah the other day... a bag of candy, some new tennis shoes, some Veggie Tales toys from Papa Don, and a card with money in it. He grabbed the money and shouted, "MONEY!" He was so excited. He carried something small with him up the stairs to the living room, then turned around and proclaimed, "Hey, where's my stuff?!"
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Yesterday after Elijah's doctor appointment we went to CVS to get his antibiotic prescription filled. We pulled in the parking lot and he said, "What's this?" I told him it was CVS. He looked perplexed. I got him out of his seat and scurried into the store to get out of the freezing cold. "What's this?" he asked again. I told him that it was still CVS. "This not PBS kids," he replied adamantly. After I laughed, I explained that it was C - V - S, not PBS. "Oh, well I like PBS kids." Me, too, buddy.
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