Posts Tagged ‘Shayna’

Grandpas Gone Wild

March 10, 2010

My dad has a “thing” about making cakes for my kids’ birthdays.  Here is the cake he made for my Everything Barbie daughter, who turns 6 today.  How he’s getting it to my house for dinner tonight is beyond me.

Cake Barbie

Ignore the plastic wrap on her head – it’s protecting her hair from the frosting.  Makes for a creepy picture though 🙂


All Too Fast

March 2, 2010

This morning:

I am sitting in my bed, watching GMA and catching up on emails and some writing jobs.  My daughter rushes into my bedroom, in full winter gear, giant pink LL Bean book bag strapped to her back. I hear the bus pulling up outside.

“Shayna, baby, the bus is here!  What are you doing up here?”

“I need a tissue for Bethy [neighbor girl]!  QUICK!”

I throw some Kleenex at her and she rushes (well, bounces) back out, shouting “LOVE YOU” as she flies down the stairs.

Then I hear her bouncing back UP the stairs.

Her little face, framed in her little pink hat covered by her little pink hood on her coat, pops around the frame of my bedroom door.  She pursed her little pink lips and blew me a kiss.

“I didn’t wanna go without a kiss!” she breathed.

I blew her a kiss back and got the smile that lights up my world.

She turned, flew back down the stairs, gone.

In that moment I realized how freaking fast this is all going.

My Sweet, Delicate Flowers

February 23, 2010

Overheard at the EK house:

Son #2: “Ewww what is that? Is it poop?”

Daughter: “No, it’s boogers.”

Son #1: “Are you going to eat it?”

Daughter: “No, that’s GROSS! I’m going to wipe it on the couch.”

Tinkerbelle, Indiana Jones & The Red Dragon Ninja

November 4, 2009

We’re an eclectic family 🙂

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Overheard at The Snack Table

July 28, 2009

Chanina:  wha you gonna be when you grow up, Shayna?

Shayna: why?

Chanina: you gonna be a mommy.

Shayna: I’m not going to be a mommy.  I’m going to be a clown.

Overheard This Morning

July 6, 2009

Shayna is walking around the house, in her underwear, pushing her doll stroller with the doll in it (upside down, of course), singing to herself.

“My brother-er-ers helped me get orange juice this morning, this morning, this morning.  oh yea-ah.  one of them likes thunder a-and one of them doesn’t.  oh yea-ah oh yea-ah.  we are going to the pool later, Baby Jordan [the doll], a-and Savta’s coming, she’s coming ’round the mountain to go to Purvis Park with u-u-us.”

Boys from the family room:  “Shayna!  We’re watching Wimbledon!  Be quiet!”



Ah, sibling love 😉

Lakers vs. Nuggets

May 26, 2009

My 5 year old daughter is rooting for the Denver Nuggets to beat the LA Lakers.

“I want the Nuggets to win.  Because I just LOVE eating nuggets.”

Sounds logical to me 🙂

Preschool Theology Part III: Momma’s Attempt at Indoctrination

May 13, 2009

On the way to the car dealer to get a new tire:

Shayna: God made the whole world, right?

Me: Yep, God’s power helped create the world. What made you think of that?

Shayna: I don’t know. I just thinking. I didn’t know He could do it all by Hisself. That’s a big job.

Me: Yep. God is a pretty big power.

Shayna: How’d He do it? Maybe He waved a wand and said “Voila!” and it got made.

Me: I think it happened over time. I don’t think a wand was involved.  How do you know God is a “He?”

Shayna: Um, I don’t know. I guess God could be anything. God could be a cat.

Me: That would be interesting.

Shayna: Or a momma. You do lots of things by yourself and you make us dinner and you love us.

Now that’s a theology I can get behind.

I Angered It (repost)

April 20, 2009

From April 15th, 2007 (my how time flies):

It was loud. It was flailing its limbs and shrieking in a hideous display of unmitigated anger. It threw itself towards me, face red with rage.

“I no want the red f**k! I no want the red f**k!!”


Ohhhhhh, you don’t want the red FORK. Which fork did you want?

“I no wanna f**k! I wanna use my hands!”


You Need Duct Tape, String . . . Hey, Where’s Your Sister?

April 2, 2009

My eldest son and his friend came running down the stairs this afternoon, out of breath and very intent. Here is the conversation:

Son & Friend: Mom! Mom! Quick! We need duct tape and string!

Me: You do?

S&F: Yes! Hurry!

Me: Um, where’s your sister?

(quick glances between the two boys)

S&F: Playing with us.

Me: Really? So what do you need the duct tape and string for?

S&F: Well, we’re making a clubhouse. We need the duct tape to tape the towel to the doorway of the cubby (a small space in boys’ room).

Me: And the string?

(more glances back and forth)

S&F: Weeeelllll . . .

Me: Yes?

S&F: Weeelllll, every clubhouse has to have a dog, and Shayna is going to be the dog. We are going to tie her to the pretend tree we made out of the coat rack.

Me: Um, gee, I don’t think she’s going to like that too much. How about just the duct tape for the towel?

S&F: Ok! But what will we do if the dog gets loose and runs away?

Me: Make sure you have some snacks. I’m sure she’ll stay in your clubhouse if you feed her.

S&F: GOOD IDEA! Let’s get some popcorn!

(playdate continues with no casualties)