Baby Talk

This started as a sweet conversation on our way home from preschool and ended, well…

Jack: I wish we could have another baby.
Me: Aww, Jack, that’s awesome that you want another baby in the family.
Jack: Yeah, but I don’t think it’s a good idea to pray for one.
Me: Why?
Jack: Well, if I pray for a baby, then the baby would grow in MY belly. So maybe you should pray for one.
Me: Hmmm…
Jack: I mean, my belly isn’t big enough to have a baby, but yours is!

Minecraft

After reflecting on his life, the Littlest Ginger announced that he likes his Minecraft world more than his real life. A little offended, I went into great detail all the things he can’t have in Minecraft that he has experienced in the last 24 hours– his soccer game (and two of his siblings’), a sleepover birthday party, playing outside, and the opportunity to attend a college soccer game to name a few… He argued that he can have all those things (and even a sheep) in his Minecraft world and went into his great detail how he is able to produce whatever he wants in his world. #defenselessagain #wecan’twin #wewillmissyouwhenyouaredigitallilgingerdsc_6381.jpg

Spicy Hot

Paul’s garden is underway and producing more jalapeño peppers than we can keep up with. His new favorite appetizer, introduced to us by a neighbor, is stuff jalapeños wrapped in bacon. As a result, we end up burning our mouths off as we challenge ourselves by eating these peppers. We find having glasses of milk nearby helps soften the after-burn, though it’s certainly not a miracle worker.

Yesterday morning, I tried to put a lid on my coffee mug and ended up spilling the entire two cups all over my legs and feet. I screamed because it was so hot, and the Youngest Ginger ran to get the milk. If I didn’t stop him, he would have dumped the milk on me!

Here is the ginger-lesson-of-the-day: Hot does not equal spicy.

An end of an era…

It’s a sad day for this momma. I can no longer use haphazard logic to talk the gingers out of doing things. As we’re checking out of Meijer, Ginger3 pleads to sit on the automated horse for a penny. I tried convincing him that little babies with poopie diapers sit on the same horse. Ginger3 concluded, “I think you just say these things to make me change my mind.”
Darn it!