by Sara on January 27, 2012
Whenever we go to Target {which is frequently}, Ellie has three places that she absolutely MUST visit: the toys, the shoes, & the music kiosk in the card section. She rarely asks for anything, but this past trip she asked if we could buy ” the church songs just like we sing at the Y”. {Our church meets at the local YMCA.} How could I say no to buying worship music?
Every errand we run is accompanied by this new music & I’ve been pleasantly surprised at how quickly she has picked up on the lyrics. ”Hey, Mom. I’m gonna sing this one at church. That be a good idea?”
Yes, that would be a good idea since up until that moment, the only songs she knew by heart were every Christmas carol ever written & Katy Perry’s Firework.
Yesterday as we left the library and began driving to our next destination, I could see that she was thinking rather deeply about something. I can’t remember which track on the CD was playing, but all of a sudden in a shocked tone of voice she said, “Wait a minute! Jesus died!?”
I’ll admit – I get a little nervous about conversations like this for fear of totally screwing up the answer. {We need our pastor on speed dial.}
“Yes, Ellie. Jesus died to save us all from our sins so that we can go to heaven someday and be with Him.”
“But WHO did that to Him?! That was not very nice!!” she demanded to know with her finger wagging.
“Well… a long time ago, some people killed Jesus, but God loves us all very much and that’s why he sent Jesus to save us.”
“To save me?”
“Yes, and me, too.”
“How ’bout Daddy?”
“Yes, Daddy too.”
“Well, that was really nice of Jesus to do that for me. Can I get a balloon at Harris Teeter?”
“Absolutely.”
phew.
by Sara on January 24, 2012
Ellie talks a lot.
When I say “a lot” I mean she doesn’t take a breath in between thoughts and when she doesn’t know what to say she bursts into song or practices her ventriloquist act. Most of the time, it’s rather amusing and I often find myself laughing until tears roll down my cheeks. Sometimes, however, she talks so much & asks so many questions that I forget how to make a sandwich.
“Mom? Can I have some Cheerios? Not the ones in the yellow box. The ones that are a lil’ bit sticky & have Spiderman on the back? I don’t like Spiderman. Daddy likes Spiderman, right Mommy? I think Xander likes Spiderman, too. Mom! Don’t forget the milk. I like milk in my cereal, it makes it taste YUMMY! My body just likes to eat Cheerios. Look, Mom. I’m growing bigger. See? Look what I can do now that I’m bigger, Mom! I think I’m big enough to go on a rollercoaster. I really like rollercoasters. They have rollercoasters at Disney World, Mom. Nana & Papa are gonna take me there. Do you want to take me there? There’s a castle & princesses and you can eat breakfast there! Who’s your favorite princess Mom? I like Cinderella, too but I think Ariel is my favorite one. Does she have a tail or legs at Disney World, Mom?” {and it goes on & on…}
At the end of the day, I had hoped that she would settle down but as I tucked her into bed her eyes were still sparkling & her wheels were still turning. She was excited much like she was on Christmas Eve, which was strange for a Monday in January.
“What is it, Ellie?”
“Mom,” she whispered, “I think God is going to put a baby in your tummy tonight!”
“I don’t think that’s going to happen, sweetie.”
“Maybe He’ll put two babies in your tummy, but not three babies. Three babies would not be awesome.”
We said our prayers, turned off the light, named her future siblings, tucked her back into bed six times, promised a ticket for a good night’s sleep, and then finally… it was quiet. Of course, as you can imagine…
she even talks in her sleep.
