so i have been waiting for what has seemed like years for Verizon to put out a decent smartphone. Now i have the droid running on the android operating system. It's pretty cool. I'm actually using it right now to write this. We wll see if it helps me to post more frequently. At least there should be more pictures.
Our youth pastor sends out a parent newsletter with a section called "Learn their Lingo" and it almost always reminds me that I'm getting older because there are often abbreviations or terms used in texting or chatting that I have no idea what they represent. For instance, today I learned what a "last texter" is. Like someone who always has to get the last word in, a last texter is someone who always has to have the last text. I'm probably one of them, for that matter.
So, this post is about a sign that I'm getting old. Here it is. Last night, Cora Sophia was trying to do cartwheels in our living room. We minimized and started attempting somersaults instead. After I gave her a good push, she flipped, stood up and said "You do one, Mommy." Before I could decline, Geron chimed in "Yeah, Mommy, you do one." and he started chanting "Mom-my! Mom-my! Mom-my!" And Cora joined in and was waiting with the most hopeful eyes to see her mommy do a somersault.
I am all for modeling behaviors and what not to help your children learn, but there comes a point where there are just some things one shouldn't do, but should let the child learn by trial and error. A somersault, if you are a parent, is one of those things.
As they continued cheering, I contemplated "Should I do one? The last time I did a cartwheel I saw stars. But a somersault doesn't take as much effort. Surely I could do one of those."
I got down on my knees. I assumed the starting position and felt a little push from the backside. "No, Cora. Let Mommy do it on my own, please. Move aside so I don't kick you." Once the way was clear of all toddlers, I put my head on the floor and flipped. IMMEDIATELY I FELT MY BRAIN DROP FROM MY HEAD, THROUGH MY STOMACH, AND INTO MY LEG. I layed flat on my back on the floor with my eyes closed, silent. After a few moments, I spoke. Once Geron realized I was alive, the laughter broke out. "YAY, MOMMY!" was the cheer from my beautiful (clueless to how much her mommy is crazy about her) little girl. I said "Cora, now you may tell everyone that your mommy has done her last somersault ever." So, she told her daddy. And maybe she'll tell some friends at school today. And in the meantime, I'm telling you. And because I can't do a somersault anymore without my internal organs shifting a foot lower, I have come to the conclusion that I am getting old.
I got down on my knees. I assumed the starting position and felt a little push from the backside. "No, Cora. Let Mommy do it on my own, please. Move aside so I don't kick you." Once the way was clear of all toddlers, I put my head on the floor and flipped. IMMEDIATELY I FELT MY BRAIN DROP FROM MY HEAD, THROUGH MY STOMACH, AND INTO MY LEG. I layed flat on my back on the floor with my eyes closed, silent. After a few moments, I spoke. Once Geron realized I was alive, the laughter broke out. "YAY, MOMMY!" was the cheer from my beautiful (clueless to how much her mommy is crazy about her) little girl. I said "Cora, now you may tell everyone that your mommy has done her last somersault ever." So, she told her daddy. And maybe she'll tell some friends at school today. And in the meantime, I'm telling you. And because I can't do a somersault anymore without my internal organs shifting a foot lower, I have come to the conclusion that I am getting old.
Actually, the fact that I even attempted to do one is probably an early sign of Alzheimer's.
Not a whole lot of smiles here, but O well...
This morning, Cora was looking at me while she was getting ready and said
"Your eyes are brown, Mommy. I love those. Jesus made your eyes brown."
And when we were in Kentucky recently, we met one of my dad's coworkers. She was a very nice lady named Marla. We talked with her for awhile at the Plum Tree. Later that evening, Cora said
"Marla is nice, Mommy. She loves Jesus. I want to go to her house." Just so you know, Marla didn't mention once that she was a Christian, but she is. Even kids can tell!
"Marla is nice, Mommy. She loves Jesus. I want to go to her house." Just so you know, Marla didn't mention once that she was a Christian, but she is. Even kids can tell!
Cora has been cracking me up lately with the things she says. I recently went on a ladies retreat to Gatlinburg with some women from our church. Cora and Cohen stayed home with Daddy for two nights in a row. IN the car the other day, we heard Cora saying "Cohen, say 'Gatlin'. Say 'burger'. Say 'Gatlinburger'." I said "Cora, its actually 'Gatlinburg." She then began questioning me about my trip and asked if I had played games in Gatlinburg. She wanted to know who all had gone on the trip with me. Finally, when she had seemed to have heard enough, she said "Mommy, when I grown up, I'm going to be a mommy, and I'm going to go to Gatlinburg."
Tonight at church someone in our vicinity said something about the sun shining on them. It was 8 oclock and quite dark at the time. Cora piped "There is no sun."
Another something Cora has taken to doing lately, which we all highly enjoy, is making up her own praise songs. She's actually been doing this awhile now. Sometimes she takes bits and pieces of songs and sings them over and over. Like "Blessed be the name...Blessed be the name....Blessed be the name of the Lord." But other times, its entirely her made up song "Jesus Praise. God Holy. Praise. I love Jesus. Sing praise. Holy, etc. etc etc." I guess this comes from listening and observing Geron and the praise team as they rehearse on Sunday mornings.
Speaking of singing, my final cute thing for the day is Cora's latest rendition of Jingle Bells. I don't know if someone has been singing it at school or if she's just remembering it from last Christmas, but lately, Jingle Bells has been one of Cora's favorites. She's just got it a little mixed up...
"Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Open wide and sleighhhh...."
We get about that far. I've tried to sing with her and refresh her on the actual words. So far, she's having none of it. So, for now, have fun as you open wide and sleigh...and if you figure out how to do whatever that is, let me know.
We get about that far. I've tried to sing with her and refresh her on the actual words. So far, she's having none of it. So, for now, have fun as you open wide and sleigh...and if you figure out how to do whatever that is, let me know.
Do you remember when yours were this small?
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