The 'Spirit'

Today was Monday. And...apparently pajama day at school, only I had forgotten. As usual...it was a mad race to get Olivia dressed and out the door, only to discover as we rounded the corner for school, that it was pajama day. I hesitantly asked Olivia if she wanted me to take her back home to get her pajamas on and of course she did. So...we turned around and headed back home for a quick change. Olivia said to me on the way, "Yeah...I just really want wear my pajamas so I can have 'spirit'." Apparently one of the student council boys had encouraged them all to wear their pajamas and show school spirit. After Olivia thought that over for a moment, she looked at me really puzzled and said, "I didn't know that wearing your pajamas could get you the spirit?" Realizing that she was a bit confused, I explained to her that this kind of spirit meant like...'showing support'. She then said, "Oh...so not like the spirit of God?"

That could have been a very big 'theological' error in the workings...LOL!

Bun In The Oven

Since Julia was born, I have been on maternity leave. Before maternity leave...I often had to send or receive through Purolator for work, so the same guy was usually here to pick up or drop off packages. He had seen me pregnant, but had not been here since Julia was born, until just the other day. When he showed up at the door, Olivia was right there with me, as usual, to see what he was bringing to the door. As we stood there dealing with the paperwork and stuff, the man commented on Julia....our new baby. Olivia looked at him and said very matter-of-factly, while pointing at Julia, "Yep. THIS was the bun in the oven."

Gramma...You're my 'Hooker'

We were in Ontario over Christmas this year and one of our favourite things to do is go out to MY grandparents house and visit there. They live in this small little mennonite village and my Grandma's house was and still is always full of the best old toys...so many things to entertain my children. One of their favourite things to do is dress up with all these old hats that my Grandma has hanging downstairs. So...Braden and Olivia were trying on these old hats and coming upstairs to show us. At one point, Braden had a bunch to try on, so when he was finished with one, he would hand it to my mom and then try on the next one. Out of the blue, he looks at my mom and says, "Grandma, you're my hooker!" What he meant was...you're my hook to hang stuff on...but the way it came out...left us all in 'stitches'!