Showing posts with label convos with my two year old. Show all posts
Showing posts with label convos with my two year old. Show all posts

Monday, 24 March 2014

and so it begins!



"Mummy, I want a cheese twist!"

"No, darling you've just had a weetabix and toast"

"But I do want one!"

"I know you do, but the answer is no"

"But Mummy the best book to read is the Bible"

*Pauses and thinks*...where is this going?

"Yes. The best book to read is the Bible but you're still not having a cheese twist"

"Oh but I do want one!

*Toddler Pauses*

"Mummy can I have more Peter Rabbit?"

"No you've just watched two episodes of Sarah and Duck!"

"But Mummy I do want Peter Rabbit!"

*sigh*

"I know you do, but the answer is no"

And so today's conversational pattern takes on a strangely cyclical feel...

Wish me luck!

Monday, 10 March 2014

No, cuz I a growed up girl!

There have been numerous moments lately when the phrase "because you're a grown up girl" has been brilliant at persuading Little Lady no1. (now 2 years and 8 months) to change her behaviour and do as I say. The subsequent praise bestowed upon her for eating with her fork and spoon (no people baked beans are not a finger food!), putting her own shoes on (or at least trying) and wearing "big girl" knickers has probably been a little unnecessary....

It's now of course coming back to bite me, "please don't do that darling.  Please don't: pick Little Lady no. 2 up all by yourself; try cross the road without holding Mummy's hand; drag your stool across the kitchen to the hob in a valiant albeit suicidal attempt to stir the pasta" I say and the reply comes "no Mummy, cuz I a growed up girl!".

Clearly safety and reason are of no concern to a toddler who, for the past 7 months since Little Lady no2. arrived., has been fueled by the promise and praise of her autonomy!

But I realise that bribing Little Lady no1. with the promise of independence, autonomy, self-esteem and self-confidence, which are merely false gods, will ultimately lead Little Lady no.1 (and 2) away from the obedience that it required of her, and the grace and mercy that could be hers! No where in the Bible does it say that any of the above character traits are worthy of our life time's pursuit! The Bible says:

"The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit; a broken and a contrite heart, O God, you will not despise"
 Psalm 51:17

So I have been challenging myself not to say it so much and to continue to teach Little Lady no1 obedience. For obedience is what is required of her! I shouldn't have to appeal, beg and manipulate her into listening to me and doing as she is told  no matter how effective recent strategies may have proved to be.  And I fear that all they have achieved is behaviour modification rather than address any of the heart issues my 2 year and 8 month old is actually grappling with.

She is a tiny, walking, talking unabashed version of everyone of us.  Seeking her own desires, pleasures and gains unable to even consider how or why her heart is wired the way it is. That's my job. It's my job to teach her to admit that she is broken, that sin has marred God's image of himself in her and only a contrite heart that trusts in Christ to save and restore her will give her any hope and reward in this life and the next. That's the reason she has me, I am supposed to be her conscience and guide until I have taught her well enough the Biblical principles she needs to navigate this world and her heart for herself, under God's authority.

Unfortunately I think she will hear "because I'm your Mother, that's why!"more, but hopefully when said with love, in truth, for her good, by God's grace (and probably with an extra sentence or two to further explain!) it will mean a whole lot more to her heart than "because you're a grown up girl"


On a lighter note:



yeah pretty much!

Tuesday, 11 February 2014

Would you like to have a picnic?

Lately Little Lady no. 1 has taken to flinging her toys all over the floor (I should make sure I emphasize that she's doing it more than usual-I would not want to imply that there is such a thing as a tidy toddler...) Today she said to me:

"Mummy, would you like to have a picnic?"

"Yes please!" I replied with as much enthusiasm as I could muster before the second cup of tea "but I want you to tidy away your mini books first to make space" (26 tiny books-1 for every letter of the alphabet)

After a short pause for thought:

"There's space in the kitchen Mummy!"

I love her solution! Don't tidy, just find somewhere there isn't yet mess. Thanks...

I've just come downstairs after putting both ladies to bed (it took me a while to locate Little Lady no.2 she's always awash in a sea of plastic, I have to be careful not to stand on her!) to be faced with the remnants of a"sleepover" -the prospect of which was met with as much enthusiasm as the picnic- cushions all over the floor, blankets, muslins posing as blankets, innumerable mega blokks, pieces of toy pasta (why did I think that was a good idea!?)

And during mine and my husband's half hearted attempts to restore some sense of order to our home (on our 8th wedding anniversary no less!) I am reminded that no amount of funky ikea storage will ever make it look like busy, playful and excitable kids don't live here.

I am reminded that this is the carnage some people would literally give their left arm to have.

I am reminded that I am so blessed to spend time with these tiny, creative, life affirming, amazing albeit carnage making children.

I am reminded that I am walking on holy ground. The holy ground of raising the next generation to proclaim the Lord's faithfulness amongst the chaos.  Crumb coated, yesterday's sock covered holy ground.

And I am clinging to my hope that mess, most probably, is a by-product of love.

Please enjoy the post-carnage clear up job!

Sunday, 2 February 2014

Breakfast shenanigans!

"Can I have sweet corn for breakfast, please Daddy"

"We don't have sweet corn for breakfast, it would be a bit weird, how about a weetabix?"

"No, please I have crunchy sweet corn?"

"Do you mean cornflakes!?"

"Yes"

Hahaha...

A few minutes later...

"Would you like some toast now?"

"Yes please, with my-mite please"

Half way through toasting

"I don't want toast!"

"I just asked you if you wanted toast and you said yes. Unfortunately you will be having toast"

After a two minute meltdown...

*places toast in front of exasperated toddler*

""Ooo...! Dear God, thank you for my toast, Amen"

Friday, 6 December 2013

I want a breadstick...

On returning home from nursery...

"Mummy I want porridge"

"Really? but isn't porridge a breakfast food?"

"I WANT PORRIDGE!"

"She's been talking about it all the way home" adds Daddy

"Wouldn't you rather have a bread stick" says Mummy, thinking this a more reasonable post-nursery snack.

"No, I want porridge"

"Ok you can have porridge"

*makes porridge*

"it's ready, come and sit at the table"

"NOOOO! I want to look at it first"

*toddler looks at and contemplates porridge*

"Mummy."

"Yes"

"I want a bread stick"

For. Crying. Out. Loud!

Jesus said "I am the bread of life" John 6:48 :)

Saturday, 23 November 2013

Mummy...where's Jesus?

oh how I chuckle and hope no one notices!
During a rather placid teatime of sausage and pasta...

"Mummy"
"yes"

"Where's Jesus?"

"Where's Jesus!?" Ummm...in heaven sitting next to God"

"Oh. Can we go?"

"Go where? To heaven?"

"Yeah"

"One day, yes"

"oh, not now Mummy, it's getting late.  Can I play outside in a minute?"

"no darling, it's getting late"


Clearly it is completely reasonable not to go to heaven right now because it's getting late, but playing outside...well that's a different matter !