Deep Thoughts: by Gabe

Driving home from church tonight in the Miata with the top down; Gabe looks up at the sky and thoughtfully says,

"The moon is a crescent tonight. I think that the crescent moons are God's fingernails, and the full moons are his head."

W.W.E. Squirrels

Gabe: "Mom! Look! Those squirrels are wrestling!"

Me: "Whoa, they must be REALLY mad at each other."

Phew.

M.A.S.

I was told tonight by my good friend that Gabe had something called M.A.S. which stands for Man Answer Syndrome. She further explained that this is the need that guys have to sound like they know what their talking about. So if they don't know the answer to something, they just keep talking like they do! HAHAHA! This was her conversation with Gabe on the playground during our church softball game....

Mara: So your Dad is playing softball tonight?

Gabe: Yup. He plays for the Tampa Bay Rays

Mara: Oh, wow... really? What position does he play? 1st base?

Gabe: 4th base.

Awesome.

Shoe Teeth

This morning Gabe was getting so frustrated with trying to get his shoes on. So I tried to verbally talk him through it and this is what was said

Gabe: "Arrrrrrrg!!!!!!"

Me: "Son, calm down. You need to make sure the laces are untied and you need to lift the tongue up real high so you can slide your foot in underneath it."

Gabe: "Tongue?"

Me: "Yeah, that's what you call this." *points to shoe tongue*

Gabe: "Well, where are the teeth?"

No More Training Wheels!

Today was the day that Gabe learned how to ride his bike on two wheels! It only took two tries and he had it down. I was so proud of him. I could totally tell he was a little scared, but the promise of a lollipop and a new pair of kicks seemed to do the trick. :) Can't wait to hit the Pinellas Trail with him now that he can keep up!! Good job Gabe!

Well, That's Not A Good Deal....

Gabriel and I always have our most interesting discussion right before he falls asleep, directly proceeding book reading and prayer time. It's also called.... stalling. :)

Today Gabe took my hand and started fiddling with my wedding rings.

Gabe: Mom, can I wear these real quick pleeeeease?

Me: Okay, just for a second.

Gabe: How come you have two rings and Daddy only has one?

Me: Welp, this one with the big (big being a relative term people) diamond is from when Daddy asked me to be his wife, and this one is from the day we got married.

Gabe: And you gave Daddy his ring when you got married?

Me: Yes.

Gabe: So when I find a wife I will have to give her two rings and she will only give me one?

Me: Yup.

Gabe: Well, that's just not a good deal Mom.

Dear God....

Gabe and Zoe now share a room in our new house, and so far it is working out very well. =) Last night we laid in the beds and said our prayers out loud and Gabe said, "I wanna pray!!!"

It started out as usual, "Thanks God for Nana and Poppy and Mommy and Daddy and the whole wide world..." and then it got REALLY GOOOD. "... and God?? Please come down into Daddy's heart and tell Him to let me play 'Call of Duty' on the PS3!!!"

I replied that God would NOT be telling Daddy that, between bits of uncontrollable laughter. =)

Just When You Thought He'd Done It All....

He cuts his eyebrows off. Yup. Inevitable for most kids I guess.... lashes, eyebrow, hair, sibling's hair.... tonight he found my manicure scissors in the bathroom and chopped off a couple good chunks of his eyebrows.

After the laughter ceased; Because there was no stopping that, with the ridiculousness of what he looked like, there was disciplining.

*sigh*

Like Mother, Like Son

I have an awesome pink leather date book that my sister got me for Christmas that I write down everything in. I love date books. Lists. Pretending that I'm organized even though I'm not. The following is a very random conversation that Gabe and I had while spending some one on one time together on a car ride to pick up our pizza from Pizza Hut.

Gabe: "Mom, I think I need to get a schedule book."

Me: "Why?"

Gabe: "Because I need one."

Me: *good grief, I should know by now, I need to be more specific with this boy* "What do you need a schedule book for, Gabe?"

Gabe: *animatedly counts on his fingers while he speaks* "Because I need to write down when it's time to play, when it's time to go to McDonalds, when it's time to go to Ms. Kerry's, when it's time to go to the park...."

Me: "Ok Gabe... we'll make you a schedule book."

And we did. :)

I like big FISH and I can not lie...

Tonight we had tilapia for dinner. This was a conversation that occurred while trying to manipulate our children into eating their fish

Me: Gabe... eat your fish. It makes your brain big. You don't want Zoe to have a bigger brain than you do you?

Gabe: No! *shovels fish into his mouth*

Justin: Good job, son.

Gabe: Why does eating fish make your brain big?

Me: Because it has amino 3 fatty-acids.

Gabe: What are fatty asses?

Lickin The Bowl

I remember the pure elation I felt when I was a little kid and my mom would let me lick the spoon or the bowl after baking some sweet treat. (Granted, with my Mom it was usually a wheat germ brownie or carrot bread)

Gabe LOVES to be in the kitchen. And he ALWAYS licks the brownie bowl clean. =)

Ninja Girl With Allergies?

A lot of the the time Gabe will tell me things and I'll have absolutely no idea what he's talking about unless I ask A LOT of context clue type questions. Can anyone relate? For instance.... today I bought some bologna. We don't usually have this mysterious lunch meat at our house because 1.) I'm still not exactly sure what it's made out of and 2.) my Mom (the health freak) use to tell us we would die if we ever ate it when we were little

Gabe: "Mom let's go to Wendy's." He does this pretty much every day on the way home because when we DO get lunch there it is a total treat. He knows it is the home of the Frosty.

Me: No, Gabe we are going to have bologna and cheese sandwiches today.

Gabe: But Mom, that red ninja girl is allergic to bologna.

This just made me laugh. If you just read that statement and didn't at least giggle there's just something wrong with you.

Me: Where did you see this ninja girl Gabe?

Gabe: On G.I. Joe.

Me: Well, you're not allergic to bologna so you'll be okay.

Gabe: How do you know? I might dis-plode if I eat it.

Gabe says displode instead of explode. I think it's cute so I just go with it. He's growing up so fast. He couldn't say his "L's" for a long time and magically last week he started saying them correctly. "Whaaa-wee-pops" are now "lollipops" and "why-ons" are now "lions." Makes me proud, and sad at the same time.

Back to bologna allergy ninja girl.... I just think it's amazing and funny how kids can remember everything. Even one random line from the G.I. Joe movie.