It is a gift.
You hear people say all the time how their children are such a wonderful blessing. I myself have said on many, many occasion that all four of my children are gifts from God. Each one is super special in their own way.
My youngest child's name picked her. Every book I opened, every name I saw, every website I visited before she was born contained the name Gabrielle or Gabriel. I finally gave up and threw my hands in the air with a sigh and replied, "OK, God! It's Gabriele then."
We call her Gabby. Anyone who knows her completely knows her name fits. It is a gift that she has. She is a gifted girl with a gift to gab.
"A Gift of Gab" is a loving creation about the musings of raising my children and the every day life that revolves around them, inspired by a beautiful little girl.
My youngest child's name picked her. Every book I opened, every name I saw, every website I visited before she was born contained the name Gabrielle or Gabriel. I finally gave up and threw my hands in the air with a sigh and replied, "OK, God! It's Gabriele then."
We call her Gabby. Anyone who knows her completely knows her name fits. It is a gift that she has. She is a gifted girl with a gift to gab.
"A Gift of Gab" is a loving creation about the musings of raising my children and the every day life that revolves around them, inspired by a beautiful little girl.
Time Flies
There has always been issues with time flying. We all hurry with work, food, and even when we relax. Our vacations are short with a day packed full of on-the-go activities. We get up early, go to bed late and fit 24 hours into 12.
There were times growing up that I wished I had a jet pack. I lived on a dirt road and our farm house was high on a hill. The bus dropped me off a half mile away. I walked in wind, rain, sun, heat, snow, ice and hail. A jet pack, I whispered, would solve all my dreams. Then after the long walk up hill, I would drop my back pack and run through the woods for hours before dark only to dread the walk to the bus stop in the morning.
While hurrying about one day you could hear my then 7 year old daughter say, " If I was an inventor, I would invent a Velociraptor that would get your groceries instead of eat you."
Yes, that may actually solve all of my problems.
There were times growing up that I wished I had a jet pack. I lived on a dirt road and our farm house was high on a hill. The bus dropped me off a half mile away. I walked in wind, rain, sun, heat, snow, ice and hail. A jet pack, I whispered, would solve all my dreams. Then after the long walk up hill, I would drop my back pack and run through the woods for hours before dark only to dread the walk to the bus stop in the morning.
While hurrying about one day you could hear my then 7 year old daughter say, " If I was an inventor, I would invent a Velociraptor that would get your groceries instead of eat you."
Yes, that may actually solve all of my problems.
Game on
Not every child can be a gifted athlete. Last season we signed her up for softball. This was the first sport of any kind that she has ever played. She enjoyed the company of the other players and seemed to enjoy being a part of a team.
While she was a slow runner, poor hitter, bad at throwing, and even worse at catching, there were several things that she did well on the field. She played the Catcher's position for the first half of the season since we had no idea where we could put her that she could be good at.
When in the outfield she would look at flowers, watch birds flying, talk with the girl next to her, and her most favorite thing to do - examine bugs in the grass. When she was up to bat we would all wait anxiously between hits as she would kick the dirt, balance her bat on her shoe, and fix her hair. When she would get the ball we would all wait and wait until the point where everyone would yell, "Throw the ball!!!".
While catching one day, I saw the referee laughing hysterically. I looked around and saw some people sitting in their lawn chairs behind home plate who were also laughing. Although I have no idea what all she talked about, people informed me that whenever she was catching, she would talk the entire time to the referee and to the people outside the fence. The referee loved working the plate.
One day, she looked over to the dugout where I was with the rest of the team and she stood up. With a gigantic gesture she gave me the thumbs up then got back in her position. She didn't care if she was a good catcher or thrower or runner or batter......just another case of laughter healing the soul of everyone around her.
While she was a slow runner, poor hitter, bad at throwing, and even worse at catching, there were several things that she did well on the field. She played the Catcher's position for the first half of the season since we had no idea where we could put her that she could be good at.
When in the outfield she would look at flowers, watch birds flying, talk with the girl next to her, and her most favorite thing to do - examine bugs in the grass. When she was up to bat we would all wait anxiously between hits as she would kick the dirt, balance her bat on her shoe, and fix her hair. When she would get the ball we would all wait and wait until the point where everyone would yell, "Throw the ball!!!".
While catching one day, I saw the referee laughing hysterically. I looked around and saw some people sitting in their lawn chairs behind home plate who were also laughing. Although I have no idea what all she talked about, people informed me that whenever she was catching, she would talk the entire time to the referee and to the people outside the fence. The referee loved working the plate.
One day, she looked over to the dugout where I was with the rest of the team and she stood up. With a gigantic gesture she gave me the thumbs up then got back in her position. She didn't care if she was a good catcher or thrower or runner or batter......just another case of laughter healing the soul of everyone around her.
Gabby on doing chores...
"If I was an inventor, I would invent a Velociraptor that would get your groceries instead of eat you."
Out of the mouths of babes....
Quite often we tell the kids that some things they joke with us about is not something we can do with other people because we will hurt feelings or offend people. But more often than not, we joke about our weight, our singing - or lack there of, and many other things. Gabby has been a fan of Dinosaurs since about two years ago and Jeff started calling her Gabbyhumasaurus. It was their new dinosaur find name.
One day Jeff asked Gabby, " Gabby, if you discover a new dinosaur, could you name it Jeffieasaurus?" Gabby quickly replied, "If he is fat, I will."
One day Jeff asked Gabby, " Gabby, if you discover a new dinosaur, could you name it Jeffieasaurus?" Gabby quickly replied, "If he is fat, I will."
Giganosaurus Rex
One day we were sitting and watching yet another dinosaur program on TV which was discussing Giganosaurus Rex. Jeff wanted to know the difference is between 'it' and Terranadon. Gabby explained that it didn't have wings. I said, "Gabby, Really what he wants to know is the difference between Giganosaurus and Tyrannosaurus Rex. So what is the difference between HIM and Giganosaurus?"
She looked at the TV, looked at Jeff, then back tot he TV and replied, "He (Jeff) has hair."
She looked at the TV, looked at Jeff, then back tot he TV and replied, "He (Jeff) has hair."