Payoffs Part III

Before we get to Truman's latest zaniness, here is the promised pic of my first-ever sewing project. Did I take a 'before' shot? No. Just imagine peeling black vinyl (?) on a recliner. You can also imagine how black would make the walls look gray instead of sage - I think the floral really warms up the room.

As for T-Biscuit...

On guns:
I told Truman about the game Chutes and Ladders, and a few minutes later he asked if we could play "that game Ladders and Guns."

After the military salute (read: guns being shot) at Grandpa's gravesite, TERRIFIED: "Why did they shoot him? Are they gonna shoot him again?!"

Important questions:
Sucking nitrous oxide at the dentist: "Mommy, I'm flying. Are you flying with me?"

"What is my friends made out of? Fingers and hair and shirts, just like me?"

One Sunday morning: "Daddy, why do you have to go to meetings and meetings and meetings?"

"Why am I asking 'why' all the time?"

Clearly, he's missed something:
"Mom, we're on a date. That's where you go to the top of a mountain and look for a big, big, big, big, big, big pool."

Looking at the 'wedding wall' of newlywed photos at Grandma Patti's, he counted "1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8...(pause)...mmmmmissionaries and princesses!"

During a guessing game, Truman knew that Uncle Jordan was thinking of a big cat with hair around its face, that roars. Jordan tried to help Truman with "A li..." and the boy shouted, "A LIAR!"

Explaining traffic lights to his Hot Wheels: "This light means you hath to stop. And this one means you hath to go super fast cuz the light is gonna turn red. And this one means you hath to go swimming."

"Mom, can we go to B.O.?" "Um, you mean DI?"

On growing up:
"Look how tall I am! Soon I'm gonna be a missionary!"

"When you were a little girl, did you throw snowballs at your mom?" "No, I wouldn't do that." "I would! I would throw snowballs at your mom!"

When Daddy asked if Truman was going to stay in his bed all night long, he replied, "I'm still learning. Maybe when I'm 17 I could stay in my own bed."

On gender confusion:
"Mommy, kiss me and I will turn into a princess."

Truman's superpowers, according to him, are "making stuffed animals, books, and flowers, and putting water on buildings so they can grow."

Standing on the arm of the couch: "I am Mrs. Queen of the Mountain!"

Daily life:
Looking at a family picture: "Mommy, you're not mean to me in this picture. But you're mean when you're a real mommy."

While Mommy was changing Caleb's diaper: "EW! It looks like chocolate, but it's poo!"

From the back seat of the car: "Keep it down, you guys! I'm trying to pull my socks up to my knees!"

Wearing Mommy's glasses, looking in the mirror: "I look like someone who doesn't know me!"

Truman wouldn't talk to anyone at a wedding reception one night. Later, when we asked why, we were told, "They had feet sticking out of their pants and I didn't want to see their legs!"

So much...

...has changed since my last post. Sure, it's been almost three months, but still, we're talking CHANGED.

First and foremost, three people I love have recently been diagnosed or resumed their battles with cancer: my sister-in-law, my nephew, and a good friend in my ward.

My prayers have become a lot more heartfelt, for obvious reasons.

Truman is now, erm, closer to being potty-trained than he was three months ago. It's kind of a two-steps-forward, one-step-back kind of thing.

As of last post, Caleb was taking a few steps. Now the child runs away from me (gleefully, I might add) at the mention of the words "diaper change" or "bedtime."

We own a van now. Two kids, a mortgage, and a minivan = real-life boring adults. (Just kidding, our swagger wagon is sweeeeet.)

I started sewing...sort of. This is a big step for me. I made a slipcover for the recliner in Caleb's room which was, in Matt's words, an 'ambitious' first sewing project. Indeed. I ripped out a lot of seams and probably could have spent a couple [dozen] more hours on it, but it turned out pretty well. I'll post pics (maybe) when Matt brings the camera home. I've also shortened a skirt, hemmed a pair of pants, and mended a couple of Matt's suits. At this point, I would have no idea where to begin if someone put a pattern in my hands!

I guess the only constant thing in life is change. And that Truman is bound to say outlandish and wacky things. Stay tuned for some more gems from him, coming soon.