A sampling of our supper table conversation Thursday night:
Me: You are a cute child.
Zoe: No, I’m not.
Me: No? Well, what are you?
Zoe: I’m a pretty child.
Lord help us.
When did you know you were doomed?
I am a pastor of one wonderful Lutheran church and a parent of two wonderful children. I live in St. James, Minnesota with my husband Mike and my children Zoe and Leo. I started this blog to share my adventures pastoring and parenting in small town / rural Minnesota. Thanks for stopping!
Never Done It That Way Before 
I am waiting for that shoe to drop with my own two-year-old. Not eagerly, for the record. 🙂
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Oh, Jeni. Twice in one night, someone said to me, “Horrible threes, wonderful fours.” Seriously? Because I thought we did that already with the twos.
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My youngest was slow to begin talking. One day I was putting out Christmas decorations and she reached for a breakable figurine. I told her she couldn’t touch it and that made her mad. For the first time she yelled “No” at me. I was so happy to hear her use a new word for the first time and so sad to know that I was now going to be hearing “NO” alot!
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Ha! It’s a double-edge sword, isn’t it?
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My children are adopted. My oldest moved in with me when she was 7. I knew I was doomed when she chose to call me “Hey You” for about the first 6 weeks she lived in my home. Sadly, I thought this was cute. I didn’t get scared until I was checking out at a department store and she walked up to a complete stranger in a store, grabbed her hand and asked her to take her to the bathroom.
She is 20 now. We barely survived.
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Whew! I’m glad you all made it.
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