"Oh yeah, get those teeth"

My dearest Kinsey Jewel;
You are in this hilarious phase right now.
You want to brush my teeth...
And I figure why not, it can't hurt the process of teaching you...
So there we go..
This is the summary of what happens...
You start with instructions " say eeeee", and start VIGOROUSLY brushing my front teeth. Then "Tongue!", and you half heartedly brush my tongue.
Then the fun starts...." say ahhh!"
"Oh yeah, get those teethies!"
"Clean those teethies!"
With each phrase you get closer and closer to my face with intensity...
Then the song begins...
" you gotta brush these teethies until they're sparkly clean!"
"You gotta brush, brush, brush your teeth so they're SO clean!"

I find it really hard not laugh and make toothpaste spray all over your intense toothbrushing song-singing cute little face...
I love you baby girl.
Love your momma
Heather Jo

Life Lessons

Tonight when I got home from work, I asked you Kinsey three things you had done today.
You refused to tell me.
Of course first my mind is immediately frightened that something bad happened.
I ask again...
You say " nothing".
I ask a little more demandingly.
You say "Never!"

You have a time out in your room.

You come out of your room and proceed to tell me through some tears that you'll never do that again. (Trust me lovey, you absolutely WILL).

Three hours later.....

You come into the front room where Im watching t.v., and say "umm Momma? I need to have a little talk with you."
" You know when you hurt my feelings and put me in my room for a timeout?"
" I don't think that's right."
" You hurt MY feelings!"
"You need a timeout."

Well, you're more right than I'd like to admit.
But I am your momma, and God gave me the responsibility of teaching and training you.
Even on the days I don't want to, or don't feel like I have the strength, or patience.
Even when I want to scream and have my very own tantrum.
Even when my to-do list is a hundred miles long.

I love you Kinsey Jewel.
In these days, I see in you the battle, something worth the injury and loss of war, someone that God created and intended for good things.

Your Momma,
Heather Jo

Donut is a fruit!

This morning while waiting for the school bus I was going over mylist of errands with Kinsey in the car. After listing off the groceries I was planning to get, Kinsey says "Okay" in a disappointed tone. To which I respond " you dont want bananas?"

Then she says " nope, i want oranges and donuts."
" donuts are fruit too mommy!"

Ummm no they arent. I wish.

I love you little girl.
Your momma,
Heather Jo

Bedtime story

Tonight you asked me to read a book that is kind of long....
I hesitated but did it anyway.
You were alert through most of it, but as i finished the last couple pages you grew quieter.
When I finished I looked over at you and you're eyes were fluttering and you lay basically asleep until I tried to stand up from sitting on the bed.
It was the first time that you almost feel asleep from story time...and I didn't even want to move, I could have watched you all night.
Oh how I love you,
Your momma,
Heather Jo

Family

As we return from one side of the family's vacation, I'm struck with how much I want this season of life with you Kinsey Jewel to last a longtime.
Are you exhausting? Yes.
Are you the cutest bestest thing since sliced bread? Absolutely.
Are you my heart and my conscience? Yep.

I am certainly challenged by you as a parent, but also as a person.
There are just things that you do or say that bring to mind some weighty issues. Parenting is really for us parents to truly and finally grow up.
As if the first time I thought I was growing up was scary, now I'm terrified.
God works in mysterious ways sweetheart.
I love you,
All of you, the good and bad,
Heather Jo

I love to fart

So my love. You came down with a cold with a gross sounding cough.
Tonight I am relaxing on the couch when you get up from your nap and sit next to me. You remind me that Daddy doesn't want to touch your hands or face because he doesn't want to get sick....okay....
Minutes go by as Daddy and I are trying to finish a movie, when you let out three farts. Not one fart but three in a row. Daddy asks "WHAT was that?" I told him you farted, and you agree, it was you
Then you turn to me and say " don't touch my hands or face okay mommy?", when i didn't respond you grab my face with both hands and repeat yourself while talking right in my face.
Then just a millisecond later you turn to me and say " i love to fart."
Just matter-of-fact, no humor.
" i love to fart".

I.almost.peed.my.pants.laughing.

I sure love you Kinsey Jewel,
Love your momma,
Heather Jo

Art with Kinsey Jewel

Today I decided to take you to "create-a-memory", a paint/pottery/stained glass art studio here in town. I've been going for years, taking hours to paint one item.
So today we went to do just that- or so I thought.
We arrived and you picked out an M to paint in like ten seconds.
Immediately you were ready for paint colors, blue and purple of course. After getting set you started to paint. I went to pick out colors for the vase i wanted to paint.
I get back maybe two minutes have gone by and you're almost done!
I sit down to paint and you say to me, "I'm done, whats next for art?"
Ahhhh! Ok so we get you a K next and two new colors that will never match the blue and purple on the M.
That takes you a little longer, thank goodness.
I am almost finished painting the simplest vase ever, and I make a mistake. I groan out loud, to which you reply, " It's okay momma, there is no right or wrong in art!"
Well, you're right sweetie.
So i left the mistake there and added your quote.
So little, but so wise.
Love you my little artist!
Your Momma,
Heather Jo