A Conversation

An excerpt from a conversation between Brady and I on the way home from daycare this evening.

Brady: Why dark outside?
Me: Because it's night time.
Brady: Why night time outside.

Insert several back and forth questions here involving the sun, moon, darkness, etc. All start with "Why." Moving on.

Brady: Why no snowing?
Me: I don't know, I guess God didn't want it to snow today. (We've been talking about how God made the snow, etc.)
Brady: Why God no want it snow?
Me: I don't know Bud, you're going to have to ask him that one.
Brady: Where God is?
Me: (Oh, gee. How do I answer this one without confusing him. Think quick, I don't think the everywhere is going to work) You know how we pray to God? That's kind of like him being there with us when we talk to him.
Brady: Where Jesus is?
Me: (Okay, maybe not the answer he was looking for. Let's try a different tact.) He's in heaven with God.
Brady: Oh. Where Jeff is?
Me: Who's Jeff?
Brady: I want to watch Cars at home.
Me: We'll see.

It amazes me how quickly he moves between subjects. I've survived my first theological discussion with my son and it gave me a chuckle afterward to think of how quickly he could make me sweat.

Bradyisms

Brady has said/done a few amusing things lately that I thought I would share:

When putting on fleece lined jeans for the first time this year, Brady's immediate response was, "Oooh, that's niiiice."

One Sunday morning, Brady announced that he was driving himself to church that morning. I asked him if he was taking mommy's car or daddy's truck. He responded, "No, I drive my orange car." Referring to this.











My response was "Good luck on Olive, buddy."

When asked what he wanted for dinner one evening, Brady responded "McDonalds." Then continued into semi-song "Had a farm, EIEIO. Moo moo here, moo moo. Cow." I guess that means he wants a hamburger?

For some reason at the moment, anytime Brady talks about, sees a picture of, or hears a dog, he yells "Dog" runs across the room and then slides on the floor like you would into home plate, feet first. There are so many things I don't understand about this - What is he doing? Why? Where did he learn how to slide like that?

And the first, but I'm sure not last, mortifying thing my child said: When opening a Christmas present of clothes, Brady immediately tossed them aside and said "I got clothes at home."

Christmas Pictures

We once again set out to take the annual Christmas card photo. I must say, the rejects from this year aren't near as plentiful or humorous as last year, but that's really a good thing because it means it didn't take us near as long this time to get a good shot. So, without further adieu, the 2008 rejects:

We got a lot of pictures that looked like this.



















And one really cheesy grin.



















Here's where we tried to get Brady to pose while hanging an ornament on the tree. I guess the directions got a little mixed up because he stuck his hand into the tree and wouldn't move it.



















I'm not exactly sure what he was doing here.



















And, my personal favorite. For some reason, he decided to get his potty seat out, set it up in front of the tree, and sit on it. This would be the same potty seat he refuses to sit on any other time. (Yeah, the potty training thing isn't going so well, or really, not at all.)



















Brady was a trooper through the whole thing and we ended up with this picture for the card.



















Hope everyone has a Merry Christmas.

Christmas Magic

Brady is in love with our Christmas tree. I set the tree up one day while he was napping thinking that we would be able to decorate it after he woke up, and he wouldn't have to wait around for me to set it up. I didn't think anything of it until he got up from his nap, wandered into the room and starts excitedly shouting "Tree in house, tree in house! Hey guys, come on (come look), tree in house!" He had already seen Christmas trees other places, but it still must have been quite a shock to see a tree in our own living room. He is now the first to remember everyday that the lights need to be plugged in.