- Announced when asking to watch TV with Daddy: “I am sick because I like to watch TV a lot.” (I think she meant, ‘I get to watch a lot of TV because I am sick.’)
- “Take my thermometer. I need some medicine, Mom. I have a high fever.” 101 isn’t “high” in my book
- “I will fee-oh better soon. I will fee-oh better at Christmas!” Hopefully lonnnng before Christmas, girl!
Category: Mara-Speak
Theology (When You Are Two)
“Mommy!” Mara called from her room. “Jesus is right here! With me! Come and see Him! . . .” She sat smiling smugly on the bed.
“See?” she motioned to the void behind her. “He’s right here.”
Our conversations about Jesus’ presence are becoming more complex. Yes, He is always with us. No, we cannot see Him because He is a spirit.
I pray that God will help her to understand whatever she is capable to understand at this age . . .
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Then. . . after dinner tonight . . .
“Be quiet now because I’m going to read my Bible,” Mara told me, walking to the couch with her little pink Bible. “I need to read it to Pink Bear.”
So she and Pink Bear sat on the couch, and she opened her Bible.
“When Jesus began, there were lots of things He knew,” she said. “And He wanted you to know, ‘Children, obey your parents in the Lord, for this is right.'”
That’s right, Mara. You tell Pink Bear!
Overheard
The kids are playing in Mara’s room. Micah is standing at the gate by the door shouting (the only thing he shouts): “DA! . . . DA! . . . DA-da! . . .”
And Mara keeps answering (more emphatically with each “DA!”): “He’s at work.”
“He’s at work.”
“He’s at WORK!”
Mara-Speak
Last night Mara announced to us that she was married. Married. This was news to us!
So we asked about the lucky guy. “Who’s your husband?”
“My husband is far, far away,” she said convincingly. “In South Dakota. My husband is Grandma Bubben,” she informed us.
Sooooo–we realized that she’s not really understanding the whole “marriage” or “husband” concepts yet . . .
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Mara [to me, while playing with her phone]: Be quiet now because I need to text Melissa. [Do I say that?]
Mara [on her phone to Melissa, all in one breath]: Hi Melissa, someone loves you and I’m your friend because I call you, and I paint a page [we did watercolor today], and see you next time! Bye!
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One final “note”: we are trying to get our daughter to sing during nursery “song time.” They sing two songs–usually “My God is So Big” and “Hallelu, Hallelu.” Both of which we have practiced at home.
When Daniel and I were in nursery, she just sat there and stared and sucked her thumb–she didn’t sing a bit! So I decided to practice the songs with her at home to be sure she knew the words and the tune. Now we know she knows them.
So on Sunday night I asked her, “Did you sing in nursery tonight?”
“No,” she replied.”But Owen singed!” Owen always sings–very enthusiastically! 🙂 So . . . why not, Mara?
“I didn’t sing,” she repeated. “And I told Mommy in my room ‘next Monday I will sing.'”
I’m always a little confused when she inserts days of the week into her sentences, because she rarely does it properly.
So I just ignored that whole comment and asked, “Did they sing ‘My God is So Big’?”
“Yes!” she exclaimed.
“Do you remember the words?”
She sang the entire song–start to finish–with only a little bit of help. . .
So we are still left, trying to figure out what on the earth is going on inside her little head. . . and why she sits and stares and sucks her thumb during nursery song time.
DEFINITELY!
I wasn’t going to post anything for Works-For-Me Wednesday or Wordless Wednesday—until my daughter insisted on trying on my jacket.
“Mara, it’s too big,” I warned her. “It’s not going to work for you.”
And as soon as she had she put it on, she exclaimed, “This works for me! This definully works for me!”
So I had to post . . .