That kid.

Yes, I am a mommy blogger, and being such, you have to endure me telling you all about my girls, today is specifically Tess.

First I need to tell you that Tess in an innocent soul. There is not one ounce of guile in that entire body...there is also not a lot of common sense. She is like her mother in that she doesn't think before speaking. She opens her mouth and things fall out. Random things like THIS, THIS, THIS, THIS, THIS, THIS or even THIS. We call them Tessisms.

Now, you may be bored silly with my posting about all of her little antics, but can you imagine how sad I would be in ten years if I didn't remember them? I don't think that is something we want to see.

Today Tess started her very first dance class. She twirled and danced and tumbled and in short, wore her tiny little body out. After I picked her up we headed towards our city. She asked me where we were going. I told her that we needed to go to the bank. She let out a big sigh and said:

"I think you should drop me off at home while you go. I could really use the alone time."

Have I mentioned she is four?


Tonight after family night, Tess grabbed a gospel ABC book and came into the living room where her daddy and I had collapsed into piles of parents. She told us she was going to read us some scriptures. It went something like this:

"The little baby Jesus laid down his sweet, sweet head. He was so sweet. His little sweet head was lying down. THEN HE DIIIIIED!!!!"

I think we are confusing Christmas and Easter. Maybe next time I give my Family Home Evening lesson, I should specify that Jesus died for us, only not as a baby.

I love that kid.