Parisisms of the Day!

By 10 am this morning my little 4 year old Paris-girl had me laughing since she got out of bed.

While I was putting 16 month old Jack's slippers on:
Paris - Jack you're going to be cozy in no time!

While we were chillin' watching Noggin. Dora came on:
Paris - Mama, quick move take Jack's bottle out of his mouth, Dora's on, he has to say "Dora!"
Jack - "Dora!"

While making a book about God in which "Mary was giving God her ear-rings":
Paris decided God would play ball in her book after I noticed she had spelled the word "at" amongst her letters.
Paris - Mama how do you spell ball?
Me - b-a-l-l
Paris - write it for me! (I did)
Paris - it says at the ball.....game!
Paris - how do you spell game?
Me - g-a-m-e (I wrote it)
Paris - Cracker Jack!.........Mama how do spell Cracker Jack?

Substitute for Butter for Dairy Allergic Kids

I have been expirementing with flavors, as I am having a hard time giving up that little dab of butter in my cooking, especially with meats for the extra umph of flavor. But, since I love my son more than butter, a substitute has been found. I use corn oil. In my opinion it kind of tastes like butter. So, instead of rubbing some butter on the skin on my whole chicken, I splatter it with corn oil and salt. I think as long as you use salt and garlic with your meat, you will have enough flavor. And of course cook it slow as not to dry it out.

You can also use it with your mashed potatoes, just don't use too much.

A "God-Sighting" at the Grocery Store

Today I went grocery shopping with Paris, my almost 4 year old. I went down each isle, as I had run out of everything we need to eat and have a comfortable family life at home. Paris kept jumping up and down from beside the shopping cart, like a small dog trying to see over a screen door, yipping "Mama can I help, can I help?" I would pick something essential to my children's nutrition or something I knew they would like in their school lunches to know I had thought about them while they were away, and hand it to her to throw in the back of the cart, leaving the heavy and breakable things for me to find their place. Then when it was time to checkout, as I started to unload the cart onto the belt, I heard her cheerful, proud voice sing "Mama here, I'm helping you!" Paris was climbing up the side of the cart, stretching and reaching to take things out of the cart and handing them to me, as I effortlessly passed my own items over to the belt. When she had retrieved all the items she could reach, still climbing up and down with each article, she began asking me to hand her her intended target in the cart. I handed it to her, she climbed down, and said "here Mama, I got this for you!" or "here Mama, I'm helping you!" I could not keep myself from laughing each time because the job would certainly be done faster if I just put the items on the belt myself, and she didn't seem to realize that I was helping her, help me.

It struck me as I was bagging up the groceries, that maybe it was like that for God. He knows what we need to "help Him, help us", and that God could certainly do it all Himself, but maybe He delights in watching us trying to please Him. I certainly hope He is laughing at me and not upset that I think I'm proud when I can "do something all by myself!"

My husband and I were talking about "child-like" faith this morning as our child certainly seems to have a lot of questions. I wonder if part of "child-like" faith is just being God's child and Him delighting in that.

Parisisms of the week

A Close Call
Paris - "Mom where did this baby come from?" - referring to her baby brother Jack
Me - "Where did this baby come from!?" - I am thinking "Oh no, not already!"
Paris - "Oh yeh, the hospital"

Hair
With "hat hair" and "heater hair" (frizzy from the static), Paris was dancing to some music. She caught a glimpse of herself in the fireplace door and said, "Wow, I'm having a bad hair day!"

On How You Know You're Gaining Weight
Paris had just eaten breakfast and was jumping up and down. Aaron and I were amazed with Paris that we could hear her milk chuggling around in her tummy. She said (while still jumping up and down and a little out of breathe), "My milk is moving around in my tummy. That's cause there's lots of room in there for it. That means I'm fat."

Lesson Learned
As I was driving through traverse weather, Paris kept telling me over and over again that she was still hungry.
Me - "I heard you, there is nothing I can do at the moment, stop saying that!" Paris - "Mama, don't you know you're not allowed to say stop saying something?"
Me - "Where did you hear that?"
Paris - "YOU"

Paper Cups
"Grace gave me a paper cup right here on my finger when she took the paper away from me at class."

Seizures Misunderstood - John Travolta's son

I have been getting upset watching the news regarding John Travolta's son's death. The people talking about seizures and the Travolta's religion are doing a disservice to those who live with epilepsy. From my own experience with my daughter's seizures I would just like to set the record straight, somewhere. Seizures can not always be controlled with medication or even multiple medications. Sometimes anti-seizure meds do more harm than good. It is a dance to find the right kind of med for the particular kind of seizure(s) an individual has. Seizures that may appear as one kind may actually be another. Not every person with epilepsy is a candidate for surgery. Again, type of seizures have to be identified, where the seizures are coming from have to be identified, and whether that place in the brain is even operable has to be determined. Brain surgery is a huge risk! One of our daughters has a Chiari Malformation in her brain, as we met with a Neurosurgeon we have heard from their mouths, they never do surgery unless it will do more good than harm, anytime you go into the brain, you can do more harm. So, for all the people who are so callously assuming that it was John Travolta's religion that stopped him from getting his son brain surgery or meds, please, please go to medical school first before you talk about such things, or walk a mile, no walk 16 years with a child who has seizures and see if you come to the same conclusions.

Kale - My New Best Friend

I have been racking my brain as to how to get more vegetables into my son who has multiple severe food allergies. He now at 16 months has begun to be a picky eater with the foods he can have. He hates vegetables with the exception of carrots. I happened to watch "Rachael Ray" a couple weeks ago and Rocco Disperto was talking about Kale and how it was the third highest in nutrients of all the vegetables. I looked into it and boy was he right! Follow this link to find out about all the benefits of Kale - boiled even!!

http://www.whfoods.com/genpage.php?tname=foodspice&dbid=38

I have been begun putting Kale into anything I can get away with. The key is to chop it up real small as it is a hearty leaf and does not shrivel easily. I have put it in fried rice, casseroles, homemade Marina Meat & Veggie sauce, and soups. You could even just use it for your salad greens.