Hope for Baby Bennett: Broken heart Bodie

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Broken heart Bodie

So I walked into the bathroom this evening to discover that one of my children had written in chalk all over the scale. Since only one of my children likes to write on everything except what he is supposed to, my money was on Bodie. Dusk took the scale to Bodie and the following conversation ensued...

Dusk (very sternly), pointing at the scale: "Bodie, did you do this?"

Bodie: nods his head

Dusk: "Noooooo, Bodie - that's NAUGHTY! We don't write on scales!!!!"

Bodie: (melodramatically patting his chest) "Broken...heart...Bodie!!!"

Seriously, this kid is too much for me. Apparently, at 23 months old, he thinks it's an excuse to get out of discipline. Fantastic.

Can't make this stuff up folks. :-)

Bodie with his masterpiece...

6 comments:

JessicaJanuary 17, 2012 at 8:15 PM
wow, you have a smart child!! that made me laugh so hard :)
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Desirae January 17, 2012 at 8:52 PM
Haha that is cute and crazy at the same time, haha. Love it ;]
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Kathy KJanuary 17, 2012 at 9:21 PM
I was told that will happen one day with these kiddos, when they figure it out... but at 23 months.. he's good !!!
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AnonymousJanuary 17, 2012 at 10:06 PM
Ah, my Bodie. You are too much! And you... are extraordinary... and so incredibly CUTE!!! Gosh, I love you! :o) Biiiig hugs: Nairi
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JennyJanuary 18, 2012 at 5:24 AM
LOL- Bodie you are too funny! I don't blame you for trying buddy- it just might work sometimes. ;)
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TaraJanuary 18, 2012 at 6:49 PM
Awesome! Too funny!! And very smart ;)
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The Chosen Mothers by Erma Bombeck

Most women become mothers by accident, some by choice, a few by social pressures, and a couple by habit. Did you ever wonder how mothers of children with life threatening illnesses are chosen?

Somehow, I visualize God hovering over Earth selecting His instruments for propagation with great care and deliberation. As He observes, He instructs His angels to make notes in a giant ledger. "Armstrong, Beth, son, patron saint Matthew. Forrest, Marjorie, daughter, patron saint Cecilia. Rutledge, Carrie, twins, patron saint Gerard."

Finally, He passes a name to an angel and says, "Give her a child with cancer." The angel is curious. "Why this one God? She's so happy." "Exactly" smiles God, "Could I give a child with cancer a mother who does not know laughter? That would be cruel."

"But, does she have patience?" asks the angel. "I don't want her to have too much patience or she will drown in a sea of self-pity and despair. Once the shock and resentment wears off, she will handle it." "I watched her today. She has that feeling of self and independence that is so rare and so necessary in a mother. You see, the child I'm going to give her has it's own world. She has to make it live in her world and that's not going to be easy."

"But, Lord, I don't think she believes in you." No matter, I can fix that. This one is perfect. She has just enough selfishness." The angel gasps -"Selfishness? is that a virtue?"

God nods. "If she can't separate herself from the child occasionally, she'll never survive. Yes, here is a woman whom I will bless with a child less than perfect. She doesn't realize it yet, but she is to be envied. She will never take anything her child does for granted. She will never consider a single step ordinary. I will permit her to see clearly the things I see...ignorance, cruelty, prejudice...and allow her to rise above them." She will never be alone. I will be at her side every minute of every day of her life, because she is doing My work as surely as if she is here by My side." "And what about her patron Saint?" asks the angel. His pen poised in mid-air. God smiles, "A mirror will suffice."