Tag Archives: Jireh Stories
Name that temperament
“…I’m sorry I keep talking but I just can’t stop! Oh, I love talking! Talking talking! It’s so fun to just talk! I have a million things to say. I love words. I can’t stop talking. I’m so happy I’ll … Continue reading →
Party Pooper
ME: We’re going to drop you off at a friend’s tonight to eat dinner and go to bed. J (6): You mean we’re just going to eat dinner and then go to bed? Me: Yep. J: But then we don’t … Continue reading →
kids say the darndest things
Heard this story from a lady at church named Nora who told me that Jireh was a little spitfire. I agreed, but wondered how she knew. She related to me this story: Last week Nora was introduced to some of … Continue reading →
spitfire
Sunday January 30, 2011 Heard this story from a lady at church named Nora who told me that Jireh was a little spitfire. I agreed, but wondered how she knew. She related to me this story: Last week Nora was … Continue reading →
Christmas Story FAIL
Friday December 24, 2010 After a lovely Christmas Eve dinner, we got out the big Bible and Dave proceeded to read the story of Christmas. Evidently some minds may have been drifting off during the reading. “What happened in the … Continue reading →
Christmas Story FAIL
After a lovely Christmas Eve dinner, we got out the big Bible and Dave proceeded to read the story of Christmas. Evidently some minds may have been drifting off during the reading. “What happened in the story?” I asked the … Continue reading →
Random
Chapter 1. Miriam. My sister Beccah kept blinking as I tried to take a photo of her. She remarked how interesting that was, as she was telling a made up story at the time and “you know they say that … Continue reading →
Random: Chapters 1-3
Chapter 1. Miriam. My sister Beccah kept blinking as I tried to take a photo of her. She remarked how interesting that was, as she was telling a made up story at the time and “you know they say that … Continue reading →
A disgusting day
Me: I’m thinking about making cottage pie for dinner instead of burgers. Hmm. Jireh, bursting into tears: Why? Oh why? I didn’t like my ham omelet from this morning, I don’t like chicken chili soup for lunch, and now you … Continue reading →
short term memory
I was about to reprimand Jireh for sitting on the counter (with a bunch of stuff beside her ready to fall off), holding up pages on the calendar and counting, when I vaguely remembered the following exchange: “Mom, how many … Continue reading →
