memorable maia moments

Yesterday, Maia emerged from her quiet time appearing to have gained some weight. Since I have learned that anything that seems odd is probably worth investigating when it comes to this munchkin, I took a closer look at the source of weight gain.

No, she hadn't smuggled in snacks. She had smuggled out clothing. As many layers as she could get on.

Underneath the pink sweater and jeans she had had on earlier, I discovered six t-shirts (no kidding -- six), a bathing suit, pajamas, two dancing outfits and dancing tights. I'm all for layering when the house is cold but really, eleven layers?

What a kid.
























More memorable Maia moments of late, for those of who could use a dose of laughter:



Snacktime.

Me: Maia, you little swiper! Are you swiping my snack?
Maia: No mommy, I'm not swiping. I'm sharing.



Dinnertime.

Noodles are being prepared. Maia is concocting something in her mind. Her finger is suddenly raised. With authority, she boldly announces, "Noodles make your ears nice and smooth. Then you can go swimming tomorrow."

Huh?


Songtime. (atonal and wonderful)

Jesus turns the thunder on and aaaaaaaaawff
He makes the rain come dooooooown
Then the farmers are happeeeeeeee
And the birds like it tooooooooooo....

When we forgot my 'babing suit' todaaaaaaay
I cried like a baaaaaaaby
Then we went looking for another babing suuuuuit
But we couldn't find oooooone
So we're going another daaaaaaay

Cried like a baby? Tim and I are sure we've never used this expression with her!


Quiet time.

The sound of grunting coming through the monitor compelled me to check up on her.

Me: Maia, how are you doing?
Maia: Good.
More grunting.
Me: Maia, what are you doing?
Maia: I'm putting my dollies up here.
Me: Are you being careful?
Loud crash.
Maia: One dolly wasn't careful.


Lunch time.

Maia: Thank you, Lord Jesus, for giving us everything we want. Amen.
Tim: Maia, do you mean, 'Thank you for giving us everything we need?' God doesn't always give us everything we want, and that's good actually.
Maia: Yeah, that's what I meant.
Tim: And you said you wanted to pray that God would help Mommy's headache?
Maia: Okay. Thank you, Lord Jesus, for giving us our food that we need. And thank you for mommy's headache.
Tim: [smirking] Right. Shall we eat?


Reading time.

Between Tim and I, one of us is usually out at least half of the nights of the week. One night last week when Tim was out at a meeting, I was reading Maia the classic (though not very intelligent) book "Go, Dog, Go". At the page where all the dogs are driving in tandem together, I asked Maia where she thought they were going. The answer was quick and obvious to her: "To a meeting!"



Family meal planning time.

Me: Maia, dad and I would like to sit down and write out our favourite meals that we like to make, and we want to ask you...
Maia: [interrupting] Yes, you can do that. You go right ahead and do that.

Sometimes I think she wants to be the parent.



Discussion time.

Maia has been thinking more lately about what makes people family. She and I have had various conversations lately about the family in our home, family that live far away, as well as our church family. Now we have a rule in our family that pertains to food falling on the floor. If it falls to the floor, it's fair game for Phil. (A very handy rule if you don't love to clean your floor, by the way.) So when Maia and I were eating waffles for breakfast and a couple of pieces of waffle fell to the floor, she seemed unusually surprised when Phil gobbled them up. When I asked her why she was upset, she bellowed: "They were family!"



Good thing you get about 18 years to raise a child.