Have you ever had one of those moments when disciplining a child where you thought you might keel over from laughter but you can't even let out a tiny chuckle or even the hint of a smile? This seems to happen ALL the time with Isaiah - that kid knows how to work it and he is only 4.
Yesterday afternoon the boys were all playing in the living room and for once there was no bickering or tattle telling. So, I decided to come into the office to check my e-mail. As soon as I sat down at my desk Isaiah came in with a look of loss on his little face. When I asked him what was wrong he pulled a dinosaur from behind his back and said "Just this; do you think you can tape it." As I looked into his small hands I knew I had a mess on my own hands to deal with and I was not looking forward to it. Isaiah had pulled on the tail of the T-Rex so hard it split apart and tiny white beads were spilling out of the severed appendage. There was actually a trail of beads from the living room to the office and about 1,000 of them laying in a pile on the living room floor where he was playing.
(This picture is to show you what the beads look like - these were more that we found today.)
I took the T-Rex to examine the damage and to determine if he could ever be returned to active duty. As I walked into the kitchen to find the super glue Isaiah followed close behind sort of whimpering to himself. I turned around to ask him why he was still crying and I had to fight the laughter from creeping out. He had his hands over his eyes and tears where starting to fall when he said (with the biggest pair of puppy-dog eyes I have ever seen) "I just don't know who would do something like this." He shook his head and shrugged his shoulders with a big sigh and I had to turn around because it was all too much and I couldn't hold in the laughter any longer. Forget the speech about being too rough on toys and disregard anything that might be said about lying - I couldn't look at him and be serious in that moment!
I am so thankful for precious moments like that because they remind me what a blessing my boys are to me. They remind me to not take everything so seriously (which I have a nasty habit of doing) and they remind me of just how unique God has made each of my children. The T-Rex made a full recovery and is on the battle field as I type!
5 comments:
That kid is awesome!
This is so cute AND funny! My son, Noah (who is almost 6) has this gray elephant. It's been his treasure since he was about 3. Well, anyway, our puppy LOVES it. And there has been so many of these 'bead trails' for us too. I keep sewing the poor thing. Even last week after our puppy ate the elephant's eyes. I asked Noah if he thought we should sew his elephant and put him in the memory box and he said 'no, mama, he's ok without eyes.' OK, so I sewed buttons on him for eyes! I couldn't stand to see his face!! I think they know they have us wrapped around their fingers! Time is going too fast! Enjoy it!
Thanks for appreciating peanut Heidi! Margie - sometimes I just don't know if I should laugh or cry because I blink my eyes and they are bigger and doing new things. I love being a Mom and getting to stay home with them!
Gee, I wonder where he got that flair for drama? Maybe the same place he got those big, brown puppy dog eyes ... He's such a "Peanut" and I can't wait to see him, Lij, and Smilin' Joe.
Breezy - I love the way you use words to describe the daily antics of my beautiful grandsons. You have always been a good writer, but now you have really learned to turn a phrase and make the reader see and feel exactly what you want them too. Have you ever considered a career in journalism - or even trying your hand at writing children's books? Just a thought from your proud mommy.
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