My Little Shirley Temple
I was putting clothes away in the bedroom this morning, and Judah was standing by the window playing with the cord to the mini blinds. The end of the blind has that little cone on it - you know what I’m talking about. In typical mother fashion, I told her not to touch, to put it down, just waiting for her to tear it out of the wall or break it or otherwise destroy the cord.
Of course, she didn’t listen to me the first time, because she was too busy playing. I always give her a second before I ask her again, but before I had a chance I heard this:
With the little cone held up to her ear like an old telephone: “(jabber, jabber, jabber, jabber…then) Eyes? What color are they? Oh gosh, I didn’t look!” Then she dropped the cord and ran out of the room, shouting, “It’s a boy! It’s a boy!”
Maybe it’s time she watched something else besides Lady and the Tramp.
September 25th, 2006 at 4:58 pm
this is, by far, my favorite judah story.
September 25th, 2006 at 8:23 pm
kristen my love. alright. to me that painting is worth a lot. mostly for the feeling, emotion, and care that went into it. and partially because ii think it might be my best painting so far.
i know that money isn’t in abundance in the world.
but i think its worth about 400 to me
but we might be able to work something out if that’s too much
September 26th, 2006 at 5:44 pm
Kristen, I love reading your stories on Judah! She sounds like one creative kid. And very cute I might add!
September 27th, 2006 at 1:51 am
I remember when Katie knew all the words to all The Wilderness Family movies and Kyle could recite the Duck scene from A Greater Tuna. She comes by it naturally, and she has the Treadwell curly hair!