Conversations with...Hannah and Grant

Grant: Hannah squirted water in my eyes.

Hannah: I said I was SORRY! Grant, do you love me?

Grant: Hannah, I'll always love you.

Hannah: Do you forgive me?

Grant: (in an exasperated voice) Han-nah, I forgive you!

Hannah: not when you say it like that.

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Me: Hannah, we need to go, we're going to vote.

Hannah: What does that mean?

Me: Well, you know we've been talking about the presidents (we are memorizing the 44 presidents for school and for their end of the year program)? It's time to vote for a someone who will run against our current president.

Hannah: We're going back to school?!

Conversations with...Grant

In the car with the windows down...

Me: Grant, I'm rolling up the windows, make sure your hands are away from it.

Grant: because I have "pwecious" hands. pause. And you have "pwecious" hands too.


At dinner:

Me: who wants to pray?

Grant: me! Dear Jesus, thank you for sweet Hannah, sweet Mommy, sweet Daddy, sweet Kate. Amen.

Conversations with...Hannah

Hannah: Mommy will you look like that when you're old?

Me: No.

Hannah: when I grow up and you and Daddy are old, I'll make you supper.

Me: that's be awesome.

Conversations with...Grant

Leaving Publix today....

Grant: Dear Jesus, thank you for Mommy, Daddy, Hannah, Grant, and Kate. Amen.

Mommy, pway without ceasin', wight?

Me: Yes, buddy, you're exactly right.

Conversations with...Grant

On the way home from CC today...

after stopping to get my FREE Route 44 drink at Sonic...

me: yay! I got another coupon for a free Route 44!

Grant: Mommy, you need to pray to God to thank Him for your two coupons.

me: you're absolutely right

Conversations With...Hannah

Hannah: Mommy, what drink do you have?


Me: Coke


Hannah: It's so sweet. You gotta stop drinking Coke. Maybe that's why you're sick.

(I've had major sinus issues lately).


And across cyberspace I can hear all my health conscious friends agreeing in unison.

Conversations with...Grant

Grant to me as he is going outside: Mommy, don't let Kate put her dirty mouth on my blankie.

Don't you mean, don't let Kate put her mouth on your dirty blankie?

Conversations with...Hannah

Hannah: Mom, I think I like Coke now.
Me: What made you change your mind?
Hannah: The Coke did.

Obviously, how could it NOT?

Hannah: Mommy, you're eating really well.

Said as I eat my second (small) bag of SUNCHIPS (hey, they're healthier right?).

Conversations with...Hannah

Yes, we are gearing up for a Pirate Party which has no relation to what I am about to post but just loved this picture of my silly Hannah.

Just today...

Hannah: Mommy I don't like this show (Dragon Tales).

Me: Why?

Hannah: because they do a lot of wishing and not praying

That's my girl.

Conversations with...Grant

Grant. My little buddy. He is a passionate, firey little guy. The cuddle bug of my bunch. His words can melt my heart.

Just today...

I'm taking him in from playing outside in the sprinkler.

Carrying him up the stairs: "Mommy I like when you hold me. I like to put my arm on your arm."

The past several days...

Me: Why do we celebrate Easter?

Grant, emphatically: "He came back!"

The past, oh, hundred days...

Grant: Mommy, I pee pee-ed/poo pooed in my pants.

Me: Grant, why do you keep doing that?

Grant:I don't know.

Me: Do you care?

Grant: no.

And so many days,

"Mommy? Love you."

Conversations with...Hannah

Okay, so I'm starting all sorts of different topics to blog about. My newest...Conversations With....simply because my memory is so short that my only hope in remembering these precious conversations is to write them down.

Me: What do you want to be when you grow up?

Hannah: A mom. I will cook for you (definitely will be sharing this with her and holding her to it).

Me: What will you cook?

Hannah: green beans, (yes that green bean she chews for thirty minutes), macaroni, and basghetti (still, after two years of talking she can't quite get this right. fine by me.)

Hannah: I'll take care of you because you'll be old. You'll be old and die (we've just recently had SEVERAL discussions on death after mourning the loss of my grandma and I must say, she has no fear of death in her tone).

Me: Yes, but because I love Jesus I'll be in heaven having a good time.

Hannah: Do you walk to get there?

Me: Only Jesus knows how we get there.

Hannah: I want Great Grandma Hart to move (again, remembering the funeral)

Me: Well, Great Grandma Hart is probably dancing and singing in Heaven and I'm sure she has no wish to come back down here.

My sweet Hannah. I am so thankful for her inquisitive heart and the compassion that shines through. I am thankful she sees the role of a mom as something to be desired. Perhaps one day the Lord will grant her that opportunity. I am thankful that she sees no fear in death because those who love the Lord find their greastest joy in heaven with Him. She tells me often that she wants to go see Jesus (of course I tell her I hope that's a long time from now because I want as much time with her as I can get!) But, I pray daily that she comes to know Him and love Him and that she will spend eternity with Him.

And, on a lighter note, I'm thankful she wants to cook for me! Yes! I already am eagerly awaiting that day. Let's hope she's as enthusiastic about this in forty years as she is now!

I love my sweet Hannah.