my little teapot

we were in church a week ago. luci wasn't singing. luci, sing! we encouraged her. she frowned. after mass she said, "i can't sing anything but 'i'm a little teapot', mommy"... i asked her if she'd sing even that for Jesus. so she turned to the altar and sang to the cross, i'm a little teapot short and stout! (this was after mass, of course)

fast-forward to today. i told her to pick up her sippy cup that she threw on the ground. i put my hands on my hips in an angry posture and said, "do you want a time out?" she replied, "no time out..." she stopped mid-sentence with a quizzical look, "you've got handles now mommy?"

lijah, on the other hand, is so much less fiesty. he doesn't even cry when he's hungry. he just looks sadder and sadder. and if you give him food he'll snap it right up. well... there was one time when we were in the car and he just wanted to be held. gary and i were calling him 'hamburglar' because he was vocalizing and it sounded like "robble robble robble." so we parked in front of an old navy and cuddled him for awhile.