tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59613229132152715532023-11-15T22:36:26.942-08:00Edenisms & LeilaismsA little piece of everyday life with a toddler....who really understands the art of talking as well as just how to be a toddler.The Finlinsonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14448102850542520497noreply@blogger.comBlogger382125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5961322913215271553.post-61611873389889404042016-04-25T19:47:00.001-07:002016-04-25T19:47:52.694-07:00Paige Shares Because She CaresWhile at Costco, Paige was eating some hot dog bun.<br />
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She took it out of her mouth to share with Eden next to her.<br />
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Eden said, "No Thank you Paige. You keep it."<br />
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Then Eden gave a big YAWN.<br />
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And Paige shoved the piece of bread into Eden's mouth.<br />
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How kind.The Finlinsonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14448102850542520497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5961322913215271553.post-84323871045588755402016-04-03T20:59:00.001-07:002016-04-03T20:59:24.721-07:00Two-Minute ThinkingEden has this great plan today to spend less and save more. She went a step further to say she planned on doing extra chore tomorrow to earn more money to save. <div><br></div><div>"I'm going to wake up tomorrow and do all my chores and school early so I can do some extra chores to earn money!"</div><div><br></div><div>Later on...</div><div><br></div><div>"So mom, I have this thing called two-minute thinking where I think of an idea that I think is really exciting for...like...two minutes. Then I don't think it's exciting anymore. I don't think my chore idea is very exciting anymore..."</div><div><br></div><div>Figured that wouldn't last long.</div>The Finlinsonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14448102850542520497noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5961322913215271553.post-70400629681075934392016-03-15T06:14:00.001-07:002016-03-15T06:14:35.453-07:00Jammie PictureMolly woke up in the middle of the night saying,<div><br></div><div>"Mom!! Will you take a picture of me with my jammies on?"</div><div><br></div><div>I convinced her that it was the middle of the night and that I could take one once the sun came up and there was light.</div><div><br></div><div>She woke up this morning and wants her jammie picture.</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdV1tAzwCmtspNgAjcM1DjdIWpPdq63cDZLu5AK_hn_XPLCD-io7BuS9DduJmMhN1gKsGHkqPi2pAO3fF0eF0ZyM0QqHEsWcLCBIjAnvECFPG8EdYZzF8AqV9qhwheECf-SQvqmbNx-3Td/s640/blogger-image-877999956.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdV1tAzwCmtspNgAjcM1DjdIWpPdq63cDZLu5AK_hn_XPLCD-io7BuS9DduJmMhN1gKsGHkqPi2pAO3fF0eF0ZyM0QqHEsWcLCBIjAnvECFPG8EdYZzF8AqV9qhwheECf-SQvqmbNx-3Td/s640/blogger-image-877999956.jpg"></a></div><br></div>The Finlinsonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14448102850542520497noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5961322913215271553.post-20040763608248273032016-03-11T17:33:00.000-08:002016-03-11T17:33:09.376-08:00How to Get Around Clean UpLeila really wanted to play dress up with her dolls. But to find the items she wants she would have to dump out the box of things...which also means cleaning up the box of doll things when she is finished. Leila's way around it:<div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>"Dad, could you dump out this box of doll stuff so you can clean it up after?"</b></span></div>
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Not very discrete.</div>
The Finlinsonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14448102850542520497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5961322913215271553.post-26817688981388557492016-03-06T19:00:00.002-08:002016-03-06T19:00:44.612-08:00Sunday Fit BitEden looks at dad's fit bit to see how many steps he's taken today...<br />
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Eden: "Dad, that's way too many steps for a Sunday."<br />
Dad: "What are we? Jewish?"<br />
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Apparently, we need to all wear fit bits on Sunday to make sure we keep the Sabbath Day holy and don't take too many steps...The Finlinsonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14448102850542520497noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5961322913215271553.post-81894616166065039982016-03-06T18:57:00.000-08:002016-03-06T18:57:01.203-08:00ZootopiaAfter our "family fun night" to the movie theater to watch Zootopia...the girls were scared to death. Leila's prayer tonight...<br />
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"...and please bless that we won't have nightmares from Zootopia tonight."The Finlinsonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14448102850542520497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5961322913215271553.post-80546891534580080942016-02-16T22:02:00.001-08:002016-02-16T22:02:54.174-08:00Molly's Bad Dreams<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Molly on occasion has a bad dream. I thought I'd write them down.</span><div><div><br></div><div>One night Molly woke up scrambling to the front of her bed yelling "There's a frog in my bed!" I had to take her out, relax her, and assure her there was no frog in her bed but she had a bad dream. When returning to bed she double checked just in case and said, "oh he's gone."</div><div><br></div><div>Another night she was yelling when she woke up and when I went to get her she said, "Dad had a whole cupcake and wouldn't share with me!!"</div><div><br></div><div>She had another bad dream about dad one night. She was yelling "Dad!" So dad went in to see her. He said "What's wrong?" She eventually said, "I want mom!" He came and got me and I came in and she told me "I wanted to play a game and dad wouldn't play with me</div></div>The Finlinsonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14448102850542520497noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5961322913215271553.post-83067096479805938582014-12-22T18:52:00.001-08:002014-12-22T18:52:31.137-08:00Molly's ToothbrushI often tell molly to not take her toothbrush out of the bathroom. Tonight she took it out of the bathroom and set it next to her at the kitchen table while she played. <div><br></div><div>I came in and she knew I would take her toothbrush and put it away so she said to me,</div><div><br></div><div>"Mommy, don't touch my toothbrush. It's fragile."</div>The Finlinsonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14448102850542520497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5961322913215271553.post-48185926316938635782014-10-01T19:45:00.001-07:002014-10-01T19:45:16.286-07:00Happy Snowman<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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One of Molly's big things is "happy snowman". She wants me to draw pictures of "happy snowman" all the time, she loves going to Costco and seeing the blow up "happy snowman" preparing for Christmas....<br />
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But she also creates her own "happy snowman". I wish I'd have taken pictures of all the things she's done to make the "happy snowman" appear. Stacking three cans on top of each other, stacking multiple LEGOS (the top one of course has an eyeball on it because we have a few LEGOS with eyes on them), and she's learned to draw circles and when they stack up nicely she calls it her "happy snowman". Most anything you can stack up in parts becomes a "happy snowman".<br />
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She LOVES her "happy snowman".The Finlinsonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14448102850542520497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5961322913215271553.post-16973807856469479442014-07-29T20:21:00.002-07:002014-07-29T20:21:44.717-07:00Deeply OffendedLeila had bad dreams last night that I had left her behind. So, I promised to sleep with her all night and I slept in her bed.<br />
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Later that night...<br />
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Eden woke up throwing up.<br />
Molly woke up and didn't go back to sleep for hours.<br />
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When daylight came Leila begged me to wake up with her when I desperately wanted sleep.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Mom: </b>"Leila, can you let me sleep in a bit longer?"</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Leila: </b>"No. Please wake up and be with me!"</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Mom:</b> "Eden woke up throwing up and I had to take care of her and clean up and Molly woke up and didn't go back to sleep for two hours. I'm really tired."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">(Leila's head turns...obviously deeply offended.)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Leila: </b> "You mean you broke your promise and didn't sleep with me all night?!?!"</span></div>
The Finlinsonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14448102850542520497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5961322913215271553.post-14227967213746681132014-06-20T12:34:00.002-07:002014-06-20T12:34:54.881-07:00Molly Loves SweetsMolly's been talking a lot lately. She copies and parrots many things we say but I don't expect her to really understand what she is saying or remember it. But things of great importance...she remembers.<br />
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After Leila's birthday.<br />
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(Molly goes to the fridge)<br />
Molly: "More milk"<br />
Mom: "You want more milk?"<br />
Molly: "More milk."<br />
Mom: "OK."<br />
(Opens the fridge...and she sees Leila's left over cake)<br />
(Molly points to the cake)<br />
Molly: "Chocolate mousse."<br />
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After that vocabulary performance, I couldn't deny her some chocolate mousse cake.<br />
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She also makes sure to remember words like "treat" and "cookie".The Finlinsonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14448102850542520497noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5961322913215271553.post-77419193530012345882014-05-05T20:09:00.003-07:002014-05-05T20:09:41.928-07:00"Thank You Siri"I just got a new iPhone with Siri on it. I'm not a die hard Siri person like some, but I do use it occasionally.<br />
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While asking Siri something Eden tells me...<br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">"Mom, Siri is SO nice. She always answers your questions and you never even say 'please' or 'thank you'. You should be more polite to Siri."</span></b></div>
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So, I try to use my kind words...even to Siri...The Finlinsonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14448102850542520497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5961322913215271553.post-19886817565782586322014-02-26T04:25:00.002-08:002014-02-26T04:25:34.993-08:00Leila Makes Me LaughTwo experiences with Leila these past few days....<br />
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The other day I looked over at Leila and she was "reading" a book to Molly. I thought, "Oh, that's so cute!" It was a farm animal book that we got from the library. Then I started to listen to the book.<br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"The cow says 'baaa'. </span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The goat says 'baaa'. </span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The horse says 'baaa'."</span></b></div>
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Oh the stinker...<br />
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A few days later Leila was asked to say the prayer. Part of her prayer...<br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>"And bless us to be good. </b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Bless us to be very good. </b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Bless us to be the best ever!"</b></span></div>
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Perhaps she's repenting?The Finlinsonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14448102850542520497noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5961322913215271553.post-60203146461028715432014-01-02T19:22:00.000-08:002014-01-02T19:22:03.737-08:00Conversations with MollyFor as little as Molly talks...she sure can communicate.<br />
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(Mom's in the bathroom)<br />
(Molly knocks on the door)<br />
Mom: "Yes?"<br />
Molly: "DA NA NA DA MA MA DA!"<br />
(Molly knocks again)<br />
Mom: "I'm going to the bathroom."<br />
Molly: "DA DA NA NA NA DA MA!"<br />
(Molly knocks again)<br />
Mom: "Molly, you need to wait until I'm done."<br />
(Molly cries.)<br />
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But she's especially good at tattle telling...<br />
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Molly: "Uh oh" (points)<br />
(Mom looks over and sees Leila)<br />
Mom: "Leila, go clean up please."<br />
(Leila runs back crying)<br />
Molly: "Uh oh. WAAH! No."<br />
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<br />The Finlinsonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14448102850542520497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5961322913215271553.post-52234083218461074612013-11-25T20:04:00.005-08:002013-11-25T20:04:56.294-08:00Jack JohnsonWe're riding in the car, listening to Jack Johnson. <br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Leila: "That Jack Johnson is a good rock star!"</b></span></div>
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The Finlinsonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14448102850542520497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5961322913215271553.post-36196930855921014072013-11-25T20:02:00.002-08:002013-11-25T20:02:25.776-08:00We Love Our Maintenance ManOne day Eden wanted to ride her bike, but her tire was flat. The maintenance men in the town homes gladly fill her tires for her. Eden asked me...<br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Mom. Can we take my bike to get fixed at the high maintenance man?"</span></b></div>
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I guess he's not just a maintenance man, but a HIGH maintenance man.The Finlinsonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14448102850542520497noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5961322913215271553.post-74745611668992699022013-10-11T16:54:00.001-07:002013-10-11T16:54:11.950-07:00Eden's SongEden got on top of the kid's table...I mean, "stage" and sang a song.<br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"It is not easy. It is very complicated. And now my cabbage is soggy."</span></b></div>
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Oh...what a performance. Encore! Encore!The Finlinsonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14448102850542520497noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5961322913215271553.post-47074445757845512852013-09-24T19:43:00.002-07:002013-09-24T19:43:22.448-07:00HalloweenA hot topic around here is what the kids want to be for Halloween. Eden has been trying to think of something that comes in three (like the three blind mice or three men in a tub) so she can dress with her, Leila, and Molly.<div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Dad: "You guys could just be three of the seven dwarfs. You could be grumpy, sneezy, and sleepy!"</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Eden: "Yeah, and SNOOPY!"</span></b></div>
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Yeah, that dwarf never made it in the movie...he got into a LOT of trouble.</div>
The Finlinsonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14448102850542520497noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5961322913215271553.post-48594802905201122132013-09-24T19:40:00.003-07:002013-09-24T19:40:34.517-07:00If Only You Could See Her Facial Expression...I always think "I'd write more funny things that Leila says and does on the blog, but it is just never as funny written down as it is in person...cause I love Leila's facial expressions and body language. I mean, I LOVE them.<br />
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The other day she was singing the primary song, "Every Star is Different" and feeling very proud of herself.<br />
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She was spinning in circles while singing.<br />
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Mid-song...*pause*...<br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">"I'm telling you, I'm getting easy at this song..."</span></b></div>
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You could tell by the way she looked that she was saying, "I'm goooood."The Finlinsonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14448102850542520497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5961322913215271553.post-20677761941397675902013-04-15T06:53:00.001-07:002013-04-15T06:53:24.661-07:00GrowingDad: "Eden, what makes you grow?"<br />
Eden: "Food....and birthdays."The Finlinsonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14448102850542520497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5961322913215271553.post-25587442871467744542013-04-10T17:02:00.000-07:002013-04-10T17:02:01.666-07:00Heaven and EarthMe, Eden, Leila, and Molly were all driving in the car. It was quiet for a moment and Eden was pondering.<div>
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Eden: "Mom. I think Heaven is right here on the Earth."</div>
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Mom: "Yeah? Why do you think that?"</div>
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Eden: "I don't know. I just thought that."</div>
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Later on....</div>
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Mom: "Remember how you told me about Heaven being on Earth?</div>
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Eden: "Yeah! Its like God painted over Heaven to look like the Earth!"</div>
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Mom: "Well, I think you should trust your thoughts and feelings."</div>
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Eden created a beautiful picture in my mind. She is one smart cookie.</div>
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The Finlinsonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14448102850542520497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5961322913215271553.post-5208693376135236182013-04-10T16:42:00.000-07:002013-04-10T16:42:11.920-07:00Tears of JoyWe drove up to Taylorsville for the first time since being back from St. George. On the way off the freeway Eden saw the hospital where Molly was born...<br />
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Eden: "Mom! That's the hospital were Molly was born!"<br />
Mom: "Yep! That's it!"<br />
Eden: "I remember when Molly was born. It makes me so happy I want to cry!"<br />
(Eden BURSTS into tears...like SOBBING buckets of tears.)<br />
Mom: "Are you OK? Are you crying because you are happy?"<br />
(Continues to sob.)<br />
Eden: "Yes. I remember seeing Molly for the first time and her little eyes opened! She was so cute!"<br />
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It took her a few minutes to compose herself again. She is one tender-hearted soul.<br />
<br />The Finlinsonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14448102850542520497noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5961322913215271553.post-47511610645209996062013-04-04T22:52:00.001-07:002013-04-10T16:42:31.967-07:00Broken HeartLeila had come out of her room a million times with various excuses to avoid going to bed.<br />
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Dad: "Leila, you need to go to bed. It breaks my heart when you won't listen to me and go to bed."<br />
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Leila's reply: "Dad, but it breaks my heart when you don't obey me and cuddle with me at night." Followed by a sly and innocent smile...<br />
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Dad's heart melted. It was impossible to keep from laughing. She knows how to get what she wants. Hopefully she uses her powers for good.The Finlinsonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14448102850542520497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5961322913215271553.post-37301402158069889902013-04-04T22:34:00.001-07:002013-04-10T16:42:48.335-07:00HelpingI was getting extremely frustrated with Leila and losing my temper. I decided to go to my room and say a prayer.<br />
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Leila came in and saw me.<br />
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Leila: "Why are you praying?"<br />
Me: "Because I need help."<br />
Leila: "That's silly. Mom's don't need help."<br />
Me: "Yes. Sometimes mom's even need help."<br />
Leila: "Oh. Ok. I'll help you....say Dear Heavenly Father..."<br />
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And she then continued to help me say my prayer.The Finlinsonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14448102850542520497noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5961322913215271553.post-37918848273974906522013-03-20T22:32:00.001-07:002013-04-10T16:43:00.766-07:00Playing TennisA few people went to play tennis and took the kids so they could just run around and play. It was a hot day outside. After a while of running and playing in the sun we hear Leila...<br />
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Leila: "Dad! I think I'm feverish!"<br />
Dad: " I think you are just hot from the sun."<br />
Leila: "No. I'm feverish!"The Finlinsonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14448102850542520497noreply@blogger.com0