It’s Time To Laugh

Raising kids is hard work.  Raising kids with special needs is even harder.  In the midst of the constant demands of life there’s something that I forget to do.  I forget to laugh.   Life’s harder when I forget to laugh.  I’ve found myself laughing more lately.  I don’t know if it’s because our girls are all of a sudden funnier than they used to be.  Or if it’s because I’m slowing down and taking the time to listen to their silliness.  Either way I’m laughing more and life’s definitely better when I laugh.  I thought it would be fun to share some of our recent funnies.  I hope our two turtles will bring a smile to your face and maybe a chuckle or two.

We were in Mellow Mushroom in Destin, Florida a couple of months ago.  Taylor was trying to entertain her sisters while we were waiting on the pizza.  She asked Hope “What do you want me to draw?”  Hope looked up at her and said “An ankylosaurus”.  Everyone at our table began to laugh hysterically.  Taylor looked stunned.  What’s the matter, Taylor?  You don’t know what an ankylosaurus looks like?  I don’t have a clue either.  Taylor’s a risk taker so she took a chance and she drew a dinosaur.  But Hope said he wasn’t right.  Oh well.


We were working on a language worksheet about dinosaurs.  I made a serious error.  I pointed to the apatosaurus and I called him a stegosaurus.   Hope got really upset with me and said “No mommy!”  It’s not a stegosaurus.  It’s an apatosaurus!”  She said it with a hint of attitude.  It was a “C’mon mommy.  Get it together.  You really should know your dinosaurs by now” attitude.   Boy, I felt foolish.  An apatosaurus has a really long neck and a stegosaurus has spikes on his back.  They don’t look anything alike.  I made a mental note to study my dinosaurs in my spare time.

I held up this sight word for Mikayla.










Me:  “What’s this word?”

Mikayla:  chihuahua

Me: What’s a chihuahua?

Mikayla: It’s a dog. It’s a canine.

Let’s just say the sight word lesson ended rather abruptly.  I was laughing too hard to continue.  She didn’t get the sight word right but I didn’t care.  I had no idea that she could pronounce chihuahua.  I had no idea that she knew that a chihuahua is a dog.  But I was aware that she knew that a dog is a canine.  If the sight word lesson turns into a zoology lesson just go with the flow.  It’s more fun that way.

After I recovered from the chihuahua incident we were working on a language page.  I read the directions and asked Mikayla to color the mouse pink. She said “Don’t wanna color him pink.  He’s weird.”  I told her I agreed.  A pink mouse is kind of weird.  But I told her that we need to follow the directions even if we don’t agree with them.  She colored the mouse pink even though it made him a tad weird.

I told Mikayla that she’s pretty.  She said “I’m not pretty.  I’m disgusting!”  And then she giggled for the longest time.

I told Hope that she was a good girl.  She said “I’m not a good girl.  I’m Hopey!”

I wrote the number 2 and Mikayla said “That 2 is creepy.”  She said my letter D was creepy too.  It was my very first time being accused of having creepy handwriting.

Every night we pray for a list of animals.  We pray for the girls gerbils named Ping Pong, Monkey, and Perry.  We pray for our cat Zoe.  We pray for Grandma and Grandpa’s dog Pepper.  We pray for Jennie’s cat Sparkles, her dog Bo, and her peacocks, turkeys, and ducks.  One night I was going down the list and I prayed for the turkeys.  Mikayla got upset and said “NO!  The coyotes ate the turkeys!”  Oops.  I didn’t know that.  I need to cross turkeys off the list.  The next night I forgot and I prayed for the turkeys.  Once again the girls yelled “No!  The coyotes ate the turkeys!”  Then they asked me to pray for the coyotes to stop eating the turkeys.  I think God smiles when we pray for coyotes to stop eating turkeys.

Proverbs 17:22 says that a cheerful heart is good medicine.  Laughter is medicine for my soul.  Laughter changes my world.  Sometimes laughter comes because of a weird pink mouse.  Sometimes laughter comes because my handwriting is creepy.  And sometimes laughter comes because my pretty girl thinks she’s disgusting.  Thank you God for little girls who bring laughter to our home.


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