At
the park Paul and I had struck up a conversation with a fascinating
woman. Eirik patiently waited for a break in the conversation when he
tactfully said, "excuse me, but is that your Audi in the parking lot?
She was stunned and said, "how did you know?" He replied, "I noticed
your keychain and recognized the Audi symbol. Don't you love how the
inside of the Audis has all the buttons and gadgets. We call ours a spy
car." She was, as were we, duly impressed.
Today I
said, "Eirik, aren't you glad I set up playdates with so many of your
favorite friends?" He thought about it the whole way home. I could tell
because when we got home he said, "take a seat mom, here are my three
favorite crystals. Why don't you relax and have a blanket and I will
make you a special treat." Then, as he prepared something special in
the kitchen he said, "mom don't worry about a thing. I'm going to take
care of everything." Then he presented me with dried cranberries,
cheese-it's, a candy cane from Christmas, and 3 wheat thins, served with
a glass of water; my favorite.
Later, we read the
story of Samual the Lamanite. I wasn't sure if anyone was listening,
but after I had read it I asked Eirik to tell Joren a little about
Samual. Eirik climbed up on the arm of the couch and told us all that
we had all better repent or we would all be destroyed. He said we must
prepare, for Christ will be born and when he is born there will be a new
star and when he dies there will be darkness and earthquakes and
storms. Then we pretended to throw sticks and arrows at him and he
jumped down from the wall and ran to his Lamanite home.
I do believe that child remembers every single thing I have ever read to him; practically word for word.
Tonight Eirik said,
"Dear Heavenly Father,
Thank
you for everything. Thank you for this beautiful earth. Please help
us to enjoy this test down here on earth. It's going pretty well so
far. Thank you for my family. In the name of Jesus Christ Amen."
Joren:
"I wish I could get baptized in milk."
He
also insists that we call him "J Rock Grey Crayon" but he does change
his name many times a day. Sometimes it's Baby Flappy, sometimes it's
sock, sometimes it's fletch or any other make believe word he has come
up with, but it's important to remember what he is going by at the
moment. He hates to keep his clothes on and thinks that bums and all
things related are the funniest things in the entire world. He knows
how to spell his name but likes to tell you that you really spell it
G.E.L.
It's hard to remember to write down some of the random
things that are constantly coming out of his mouth. He invents his own
words all the time ie: today he said "parmesan means go." OK, Joren,
Parmesan upstairs please! Here are two I happened to remember to jot
down.
"you can put really silly gum in a spy's mouth and spit it out at people."
"My pet shark doesn't wike (like) to say the word wealthy because it's an ugly word."
What
does that MEAN?? His sweetness and his mischievousness are so
endearing. He tells me all the time, "I won't do it anymore mommy."
And I just keep on falling for it!