Honduras is a land of many, varied, and unusual smells. One day last week, a mystery smell appeared in our bed room. It smelled just like pee. I sniffed and searched and couldn't find its source, and opted to ignore it in hopes it would go away. Later in the everying, it had, in fact, not gone away, so with Josh's help, we investigated a bit more.
Hadley is going through a phase where she'll answer "yes" to just about any question. So when Josh asked her if she had peed in the bed room, she said, "Yep!"
"Where?" I asked.
"Under the bed," was the reply. She toodled over the edge of the bed, lifted up the bed spread and said, "See!" Of course, there was no evidence of this, so it was just a story rolling out of the one-year-old.
It turns out the mystery smell was something outside wafting in, and it went away without any intervention.
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Hadley also really likes to use the phrase "of course" right now.
Hadley: I'm cold.
Me: No you're not. It's 90 degrees.
Hadley: Of course I'm cold, Mom!
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Guildy and I just finished reading "Heidi," and at the end Peter the goatherder maliciously pushes the wheelchair down the mountain and is subsequently tortured by guilt and paranoia. So it was a good opportunity to talk with Guildy about the difference between intentional and unintentional sins and confessing our sins and asking God for forgiveness, etc. She piped up and said, "Yeah, it was like the time when I broke your yogurt cup on purpose." She has in fact broken two of the glass cups that go to the yogurt maker that came with our house. I thought both were accidents. When I asked her why she broke the first one on purpose, she said, "I just had a wicked thought, and I did it!" I had a hard time not laughing at her naughtiness. I can just imagine her thinking what a delightful crash the cup would make as it hit the tile floor.
Although it's sometimes (actually most of the time) exhausting to be the introverted mother of an extreme extrovert, I'm thankful that she is such an extrovert that pretty much everything she thinks has to come as words. It makes her very transparent, and I appreciate that immensely. I need wisdom on how to balance punishing her for doing wrong things with encouraging her to not be afraid to confess.
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Of course...
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