So, I know my blog posts have been on the serious side lately, and while I still love each and every post I've done, I figured maybe it was time for a lighter post. And what makes me happier than spending time with the AMAZING children in my life? Uh. . . absolutely NOTHING! So, I figured, that in the name of spreading smiles, I would make a blog post compiling some of the most hilarious and adorable things kids have said to me over the years!
While sitting at his table coloring, a five year old I babysit looks up at me with a serious expression on his face. The following conversation takes place.
Him: "Katie, how old are you?"
Me (having just turned 18): "I'm 18."
Him: "Oh. Ok. Do you have a boyfriend?"
Me: "No. . ."
Him: "Oh. . . maybe you should get on that."
Me (chuckling slightly): "Oh really??"
Him: "Yeah. I think you might be running out of time."
While doing puzzles one Saturday afternoon, a six year old girl looks up at me in panic.
Her: *gasp* "You didn't go off and get married on us, did you???????????"
Me: "No. I didn't."
Her: "Oh. Whew! 'Cuz if you got married, then you would have kids of your own and wouldn't want to play with us."
(I love the fact that in her mind, being married meant I automatically had children. . . not just one child. . . multiple children of my own.)
At age 15, I was working with a group of kindergarten girls. In the middle of a round of Simon Says, where Simon was trying very hard to get me out the little girl says
Her: "Simon says . . . Katie needs to do a cartwheel."
Here's where I do a cartwheel.
I look up and she is staring at me, mouth wide open, completely in shock.
Me: "What?"
Her (emphatically): "I didn't know OLD people could do cartwheels!"
I love that at 15, I automatically became old.
One Sunday morning, I came into the two's and three's class to find all of the kids standing in various spots on carpet squares. One little boy quickly explained. "Miss Katie! Hurry! The world froze over and now it's melting and you have to get on an ice skate or you'll DIE!"
So . . . apparently now we all have the ability to ice skate on water? With only one skate.
I babysit for a family with twin girls and their younger brother. The girls came home from kindergarten with plenty of knock-knock jokes, including all the classics (Yeah. They're STILL telling jokes like Knock knock - who's there? - boo - boo who? - don't cry, it's only a joke). But, the girls' younger brother could NOT let them be ahead of him, so he began telling knock knock jokes
Him: "Knock knock."
Me: "Who's there?"
Him; "ahskdkfkdifl"
Me: "Umm, akdolekfifis who?"
Him " akdofdkdjk akdnofdjiofdj ksdifodol BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
And he was legitimately laughing, that deep belly chuckle that kids get when they find something genuinely funny. This went on for a good portion of the next hour and a half. On the plus side, you couldn't help but laugh along.
Another time, with this same family I was staying with just the younger brother, and in the midst of playing in the backyard, the neighbor turned on the lawn mower, and this kid was beyond excited.
Him: *gasp* "Do you hear that??"
Me: "Yeah. . . ?"
Him: "It's their helicopter."
Me: "Bud, I think it's their lawn mower. . ."
Him: "No! It's their helicopter! They just want you to think it's the lawn mower."
Me: "Do you want to check?"
Him: "Yes! I do."
*lift him up to see over the fence*
Me: "Do you see the helicopter?"
Him (extremely dejectedly): "No. They've hidden it."
Haha. Although, knowing my luck, he was right.
One day I was sitting with two boys I babysit for on a regular basis, the older brother was 5 and the younger brother 3.
Older brother: "I know what I'm going to be for Halloween."
Me: "Oh really? What is that?"
Older brother: "A monster. . . or a ghost."
Younger brother: "I'm gonna be a ghost monster."
Older brother: "A ghost monster isn't real. And it isn't scary."
Younger brother: "It is too! It's a ghost and a monster combined."
Older brother: "Katie, do you know what a ghost monster looks like?"
Me: "No. I don't know."
Older brother: "It looks like my younger brother. So it's not scary at all."
The younger brother makes a scary face, then goes into deep thought. . . for a three year old.
Younger brother: "Know what I wanna do to a ghost monster?"
Me: "What do you want to do?"
Younger brother: "I want to poke it's eyes out. . . yeah. That's what I want to do."
Older brother: "Then poke your own eyes out."
Bahaha. The two of them never cease to crack me up!
With the same two brothers, a few months after the older one started kindergarten (and thus informed me that he, did indeed, have a girlfriend), we had a conversation concerning his girlfriend, only it didn't quite go the way I expected it.
Me: "How's your girlfriend, buddy?"
Him: "I don't have one anymore."
Me: "Aw, I'm sorry, kiddo."
Him: "It's ok. We just had different interests."
Me: "Oh, really? Different interests?"
Him: "Yeah. She didn't like Rocket Boy."
Just in case you were wondering, Rocket Boy is his favorite show.
I have so many more stories, but right now my brain doesn't want to think of them. So, I'll save them for another time when we need some laughter!
Til Next Time,
CrazyGirl♥
Thursday, January 31, 2013
Wednesday, January 23, 2013
CrazyGirl observes a Heavy Heart
Tonight during my Childhood Development class, I was perusing the book, and came across something I found rather interesting. The first sentence beginning the book was talking about how from conception on, a child is growing, developing, and even learning. Their outside environment starts to play a HUGE factor the moment the child is conceived. And while some of you may be going "Whoop ti do. . .why should I care?" I was sitting there just thinking over and over "Really? The book REALLY says that?" Not because I don't want to believe it or hear it, because I actually agree whole-heartedly with that statement. But to me it's interesting that a society can agree with the statement that a human being begins living at the moment of conception, and yet they can turn around and say that abortion isn't murder.
I write this with a heavy heart, because just thinking about it makes me feel sick to my stomach. The thought that as a country we can just turn a blind eye to the fact that every day someone is murdering an innocent baby terrifies me. I know there are all sorts of arguments and controversies related to this subject. I know not everyone agrees with my opinion. But whether you agree with me or not is not the point. The point is that there is scientific evidence that proves that babies begin living the moment they are conceived. And, yet, every day, some young girl is being told that the baby inside of her is just a bundle of nerves, that it won't feel pain. Anytime the subject of abortion comes up and someone tries to make the point that the fetus doesn't feel anything, my mom always says the same thing. She talks about when she and my dad went to the doctor for an ultrasound (of me!) and were concerned because I wasn't moving, but the doctor poked me (to ensure that I was, indeed, still living) and at 14 weeks in the womb, I flinched. I was very obviously shocked and displeased that the doctor had interrupted my peaceful relaxation. You see, at a whole whopping 14 weeks old, I felt the doctor poking me. But I was just a "bundle of nerves" and I "wouldn't feel a thing"
I feel like I'm not really ending with a point here. But if you take anything from this post, anything at all, just remember that as soon as conception takes place, that baby is a living, feeling, growing organism.
Til Next Time,
CrazyGirl♥
I write this with a heavy heart, because just thinking about it makes me feel sick to my stomach. The thought that as a country we can just turn a blind eye to the fact that every day someone is murdering an innocent baby terrifies me. I know there are all sorts of arguments and controversies related to this subject. I know not everyone agrees with my opinion. But whether you agree with me or not is not the point. The point is that there is scientific evidence that proves that babies begin living the moment they are conceived. And, yet, every day, some young girl is being told that the baby inside of her is just a bundle of nerves, that it won't feel pain. Anytime the subject of abortion comes up and someone tries to make the point that the fetus doesn't feel anything, my mom always says the same thing. She talks about when she and my dad went to the doctor for an ultrasound (of me!) and were concerned because I wasn't moving, but the doctor poked me (to ensure that I was, indeed, still living) and at 14 weeks in the womb, I flinched. I was very obviously shocked and displeased that the doctor had interrupted my peaceful relaxation. You see, at a whole whopping 14 weeks old, I felt the doctor poking me. But I was just a "bundle of nerves" and I "wouldn't feel a thing"
I feel like I'm not really ending with a point here. But if you take anything from this post, anything at all, just remember that as soon as conception takes place, that baby is a living, feeling, growing organism.
Til Next Time,
CrazyGirl♥
Wednesday, January 9, 2013
That One Statement
The other day, I had the pleasure of going to coffee with a friend from high school and jr. high. Like any friendship, ours had, at more than one point in time, suffered a hiccup or two. But, while catching up over a warm cup of coffee, she made a statement that, while simple, caught me off guard. She simply said "You know, I'm really glad we had that group of friends in high school and middle school. We kind of saved each other." Now, to anyone in the coffee shop observing (*cough chough* eavesdropping), that was indeed a very simple statement and actually very normal for two college age girls to say while catching up. But, it triggered this thought process in me. First, it made me look back at our friendship; the good, the bad, the goofy, and even the ugly. She was right. The four of us girls that did everything together for all those years, we all saved each other. We saved each other from the pressure to party, smoke, drink, do drugs, or mess around with guys. You're probably scratching your head right now saying "How?" The answer is simple. Because the four of us had a connection, a bond, and had all somehow come to some unspoken agreement that the whole "bad girl" thing wasn't for us, we experienced the all too rare positive peer pressure. Within our closest friends there was the pressure to stay away from harmful behaviors and addictive substances.
The next thing this made me look at is the younger generation and their friendships. Sure, these girls have their "BFF's" and their "homies" or whatever term it is that they are using right now. But the difference between the quality of their friendships and the quality of the friendships I had is astonishing. You know the main difference I see? Cell phones. These kids don't develop REAL social skills. Sure, they can "communicate" their feelings via Facebook and Twitter. They can easily become "instafamous" by repetitively using the hashtag #FollowMe or #TeamFollowBack, etc. But in all honesty, these kids have lost the art of face-to-face communication. Don't get me wrong or twist my words into me saying that cell phones are the root of all evil, because that's NOT what I'm saying. Cell phones have many great uses and come in handy EXTREMELY often. But, we rely too heavily on them. Cell phones are not an attachment to our hand. They aren't a continuation of our arm. Facebook is NOT a diary. Twitter is NOT your shrink. Texting isn't the ONLY way to talk to someone. Did you know that phones still make calls? Because it sure doesn't seem like many people know they do.
This train of thought, of course, led me to start thinking about what would happen if each of us put down our cell phones for even just a half hour every day and started talking to other people. What if, for 30 minutes out of every 24 hours, you turned your phone off and used your voice? What if all of us put our phones away during meals and while holding a conversation with someone else? Don't you think the quality of our friendships would improve? That this generation of kids would have some kind of social ability? Or, what if we put our phones down for an hour, and not only talked to someone else, but actually went outside? I have a friend that I enjoy taking walks with. The two of us will set out on a "short" walk, start chatting, and get so completely lost in the conversation that we don't feel the need to be texting or using Facebook or checking Instagram. We don't feel like we need to Tweet that we are on a walk (I mean, honestly, who really cares?). Most of the time these "short" walks will end up lasting for two, three, four hours. And we don't even notice.
As I thought more about this shutting off our phones thing, I started thinking, what if we spent as much time in prayer or reading our Bibles as we do on Facebook or Twitter or Instagram. We could completely improve the quality of our lives if we would just shut off the computer or the phone for even just an hour each night and spent that time seeking Christ as earnestly as a teenage girl searches Facebook for that hot guy in her Biology class. If we gave Christ even half the effort we put into Facebook stalking other people, our lives would become so abundantly rich. And yet, we can't seem to part from the little box that puts the whole world at our fingertips. My question is, WHY?? Why on Earth would we hold onto something that connects us to the entire world when simply shutting it off and sending a little prayer to Heaven connects us to the very being who created the ENTIRE UNIVERSE. I mean, how does that even make sense? And where do we get the authority to put God in the background anyway? How many times in even just the past week have you said "Ok, God, just hang on one second while I finish this phone call/this e-mail/this text message/this Facebook post?" Since when is social media more important to us than the God of the universe? The God who sent his son to die for us? The God who loves us so much that he spared us the torment of Hell by allowing his ONLY son to be tortured to death on a cross for each and every one of us individually. We are such an arrogant generation. When did we as mere human beings gain the right to push God to the side? He tirelessly and relentlessly seeks us day in, day out. And we sit on our high horses, with our little iPhones attached to our hands saying "Nah, you can wait, God, Facebook is more important." And, yet, none of us seem to notice. We are so blessed and God gives us such comfort and we take such advantage of that. We complain because we can't have the newest, most expensive clothes so that makes us "poor." We get angry because our friends just got the new iPhone 5 and we are still stuck with the 4S. Is the cute guy you just got a number from REALLY more flattering than the fact that the creator of the universe loves us and wants to pursue us? I highly doubt that the boy from Geometry is really that spectacular. Yes, I can completely understand wanting to find Prince Charming and be whisked away into a romantic fairy tale romance. Hey, I can even understand just wanting at least one guy to just give you a second glance. I've been there. It's a tough spot. Until you start to think about the irony of that. God, the savior of the world, creator of the Universe loves you, wants you, and thinks you are amazingly beautiful. Yet, we are passing that up in hopes of a text with a ":)" from some guy. WHY?
All in all, I have one main point to make from all of this. Today's society needs to get their priorities straight. God needs to come first in our lives. Family and friends need to come second. And social media/cell phones need to come way in last place. Facebook is NOT that important.
Til Next Time,
CrazyGirl♥
P.S. Thanks to the person who spurred this whole thing. You know who you are.
The next thing this made me look at is the younger generation and their friendships. Sure, these girls have their "BFF's" and their "homies" or whatever term it is that they are using right now. But the difference between the quality of their friendships and the quality of the friendships I had is astonishing. You know the main difference I see? Cell phones. These kids don't develop REAL social skills. Sure, they can "communicate" their feelings via Facebook and Twitter. They can easily become "instafamous" by repetitively using the hashtag #FollowMe or #TeamFollowBack, etc. But in all honesty, these kids have lost the art of face-to-face communication. Don't get me wrong or twist my words into me saying that cell phones are the root of all evil, because that's NOT what I'm saying. Cell phones have many great uses and come in handy EXTREMELY often. But, we rely too heavily on them. Cell phones are not an attachment to our hand. They aren't a continuation of our arm. Facebook is NOT a diary. Twitter is NOT your shrink. Texting isn't the ONLY way to talk to someone. Did you know that phones still make calls? Because it sure doesn't seem like many people know they do.
This train of thought, of course, led me to start thinking about what would happen if each of us put down our cell phones for even just a half hour every day and started talking to other people. What if, for 30 minutes out of every 24 hours, you turned your phone off and used your voice? What if all of us put our phones away during meals and while holding a conversation with someone else? Don't you think the quality of our friendships would improve? That this generation of kids would have some kind of social ability? Or, what if we put our phones down for an hour, and not only talked to someone else, but actually went outside? I have a friend that I enjoy taking walks with. The two of us will set out on a "short" walk, start chatting, and get so completely lost in the conversation that we don't feel the need to be texting or using Facebook or checking Instagram. We don't feel like we need to Tweet that we are on a walk (I mean, honestly, who really cares?). Most of the time these "short" walks will end up lasting for two, three, four hours. And we don't even notice.
As I thought more about this shutting off our phones thing, I started thinking, what if we spent as much time in prayer or reading our Bibles as we do on Facebook or Twitter or Instagram. We could completely improve the quality of our lives if we would just shut off the computer or the phone for even just an hour each night and spent that time seeking Christ as earnestly as a teenage girl searches Facebook for that hot guy in her Biology class. If we gave Christ even half the effort we put into Facebook stalking other people, our lives would become so abundantly rich. And yet, we can't seem to part from the little box that puts the whole world at our fingertips. My question is, WHY?? Why on Earth would we hold onto something that connects us to the entire world when simply shutting it off and sending a little prayer to Heaven connects us to the very being who created the ENTIRE UNIVERSE. I mean, how does that even make sense? And where do we get the authority to put God in the background anyway? How many times in even just the past week have you said "Ok, God, just hang on one second while I finish this phone call/this e-mail/this text message/this Facebook post?" Since when is social media more important to us than the God of the universe? The God who sent his son to die for us? The God who loves us so much that he spared us the torment of Hell by allowing his ONLY son to be tortured to death on a cross for each and every one of us individually. We are such an arrogant generation. When did we as mere human beings gain the right to push God to the side? He tirelessly and relentlessly seeks us day in, day out. And we sit on our high horses, with our little iPhones attached to our hands saying "Nah, you can wait, God, Facebook is more important." And, yet, none of us seem to notice. We are so blessed and God gives us such comfort and we take such advantage of that. We complain because we can't have the newest, most expensive clothes so that makes us "poor." We get angry because our friends just got the new iPhone 5 and we are still stuck with the 4S. Is the cute guy you just got a number from REALLY more flattering than the fact that the creator of the universe loves us and wants to pursue us? I highly doubt that the boy from Geometry is really that spectacular. Yes, I can completely understand wanting to find Prince Charming and be whisked away into a romantic fairy tale romance. Hey, I can even understand just wanting at least one guy to just give you a second glance. I've been there. It's a tough spot. Until you start to think about the irony of that. God, the savior of the world, creator of the Universe loves you, wants you, and thinks you are amazingly beautiful. Yet, we are passing that up in hopes of a text with a ":)" from some guy. WHY?
All in all, I have one main point to make from all of this. Today's society needs to get their priorities straight. God needs to come first in our lives. Family and friends need to come second. And social media/cell phones need to come way in last place. Facebook is NOT that important.
Til Next Time,
CrazyGirl♥
P.S. Thanks to the person who spurred this whole thing. You know who you are.
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