Conversations with Noah

Noah has been really funny and deeply philisophical lately.


Conversation #1-driving home from school:
Noah: "Whoa, that yard is full of wishes!"
Me: "What are you talking about?"
Noah: "You know, wishes that you blow."

He was speaking of the thousands of puffy white dandelions in the neighbors' yard. Apparently Jacob told him to blow them and make a wish.


Conversation #2-driving to school:
Noah: "Mom, why does God want us to live with him in heaven?"
Me: "God wants us to live with him because he loves us."
Noah: "But what's he gonna' do to us?
Me: "What do you mean?"
Noah: "Mommy, I need to know the truth."
Me: "Well if you are good when you grow up and serve God and do what the Bible says to become a Christian, then you will go to heaven. But if you are bad when you grow up and you don't care about God and don't become a Christian, then you won't go to heaven."
Noah: "I'll just do that then because I don't want to go to heaven. I just want to stay home."
Me: "Well, it doesn't really work that way. You don't get to stay at home. If you're bad when you grow up then you go to a place called hell."
Noah: "What's hell like?"
Me: "It's a really bad place. The devil lives there and you hurt and can't feel better and the Bible says there's fire and it's hot."
Noah: "Well, I know what I would do."
Me: "What?"
Noah: "I would stop, drop, and roll."


Conversation #3 - Upon arriving home from school:
Noah: "Let's go smell the apple trees."
Me: "Okay."

So we walked through the orchard looking at all the trees at which point he grabs me by the hand and says, "Mommy, do you love walking through our beautiful apple forrest?"

Testing, Testing

I've recently found out that Darren is using my blog as some kind of experiment. Apparently he's trying to learn how to do something that I can't even begin to understand. To that end, he has asked me to post something with an image.

So.....this post is a test. It is only a test. If this had been a real post you would have be notified.

Have a great day everyone.

How DOES he do that?

Sunday while we were getting ready for church Noah asked if he could have some money to put in the offering. This was unusual in itself because Noah usually doesn't like to part with his money, but I gave him a dollar in change. In the car on the way to church he said, "I hope God doesn't get mad." I asked him why God would be mad and he said, "If I put this money in the basket." I told him God would be very happy if he put his money in the basket. Then he said, "Mommy, how does God get that money out of the basket?" Now try explaining that one to a 4 year old!

Growing Up

Yesterday on the way to take Noah to Head Start he said, "Mom, I think I'm big enough to walk in by myself." I said, "I'm sure you are, but the rules say I have to walk you to your class." To which he replied, "Hmmph, well don't hold my hand!"

I almost physically felt the unraveling of the apron string. Where did this independent little boy come from? A few months ago he was attached to me like a leach. Part of me is glad that he is getting over his severe "mommyitis," but another part of me is sad to see my baby grow up.

More Homework, Please!

Summer has officially come to a close. School is back in session and we are working on establishing a new routine. I can't believe that Jarrod is a sophomore, Jacob a 5th grader and my baby, Noah, started Head Start last Wednesday.

Jarrod said the first day was "alright." Jacob said it was the best first day of school ever, and Noah LOVED Head Start. I wasn't sure what to expect at the beginning of summer when we signed him up, but he has matured so much this summer. In a lot of ways he's a different kid than he was just a few months ago.

Wednesday after his first day, Noah came home and said "Mom, do I have to do my homework now." I said, "Noah, you don't have any homework today." To which he replied, "But Mom, I NEEEED homework." I told his teacher the next day that his only complaint was that he didn't have any homework and she said she could remedy that. Sure enough, Thursday night he had homework (and he was thrilled). Jarrod and Jacob are trying to convince him that homework is bad, but so far he's not buying it. I'm thinking I should have recorded the whole conversation to play back to him in a few years!

The Death of a Dream

As some of you will recall from my previous posts from August of 2007, Darren became the proud owner of a scooter nearly two years ago. He had dreamed of the moment for a while and his dreams finally became reality, but alas it was not to be. His visions of that cool windblown look and enormous gas savings did not materialize. And finally, this spring he decided to part with his scooter and give up his dream.

We sold "Scooty" (as Noah named it - all of our vehicles have names) on Ebay and the fellow arrived from Detroit, Michigan this morning to take "Scooty" to his new home.

So....another chapter closes. I wonder what gadget or gizmo Darren will want next. Sigh....

The Fast Track

First off, let me say, yes I am still alive. I know it's been a long time since I blogged but I have just not had the time or the energy. Now that tax season is over I'll have more time....yeah, right!

Anyway, today I went and signed my baby up for Headstart. I can't believe he is school age already. He misses being able to start Kindergarten this year by 16 days. I don't have to send him to Headstart but he REALLY needs the structure. He's ready and I believe Kindergarten will be much easier if he gets into a routine now.

Now, I've said that he NEEDS to go to Headstart, but as you might guess, he has a completely different opinion. He doesn't want to go to school and apparently has decided to put himself on the fast track. As we left the Headstart building yesterday he said, "But, Mom. I don't want to go to school. I just want to grow up and mow. That's what Jarrod dooz." (Jarrod has started his own mowing business this year and Noah thinks mowers and mowing is "awesome" [his words]). He's so funny. I can't believe how much he has grown. He's not even gone to school yet and I miss him already.