Khalila Quotes with long explainations

"Mama, you can't eat your poop, you can't eat your poop because it is poisonous" (I don't know where she had this conversation, but she must have learned this from somewhere)

"I want to have a party, I think it should be a Howler Monkey party and they could invite Chinstrap penguins." I know I may have heard about Howler monkeys, but definitely haven't heard of the chinstrap penguins. I knew her intelligence would surpass mine, I just didn't know she would be three when it happened. :) We have Diego to thank for her intimate knowledge of other animals that are not in North America.

I also hoped to raise her with a broader knowledge about groups. I learned a cow was a cow, never knew there were Jersey cows, Milking Devon cows, and Holstein Cows. A horse was a horse, and a tree was a tree. I knew the green apples were granny smiths, but the red ones were all just apples. I want Khalila to know more of the specific names and even descriptions. Knowledge opens worlds, and I am determined to give her as much as I can. Luckily she gets it from other places or else a penguin would still be a penguin and a monkey just that, a monkey.

Yesterday she found me crying in the office (she is waking up earlier and earlier) and asked me what was wrong. I told her I was sad, for it is good for her to learn that you can be sad, express it, and move through it. I want her to have a healthy relationship with her feelings. I know it is also a balance, for my mother went into the land of over share with us (I am depressed and want to kill myself, I don't want to live, I can't find a reason to keep me here) Of course that is a valid feeling to move through but at six it's kinda hard to process. So I keep it simple, and will work hard to not let her feel it is her fault or that she is not worthy. She asked why I was sad and I told her that I couldn't get a baby in my uterus. After my long winded introduction to her quote her it is she said
" I can help you with your uterus, I can help you make a baby, I can get the baby in the uterus." She is the best, I am so blessed.

Inpiration

My children inspire me daily, and often times many times throughout the day.

One of my guys gets up everyday at 5:30am and we go to the gym for 6 when it opens. On those days when I don't get to bed until 2 or 3, I might try to imply we have a break day, but by the end we ultimately end up going and I know if it weren't for him I would be sound asleep.

Little Man Tate, who by the way is almost as tall as me. Is it time to rock the heels 24/7 or acknowledge that I am not as tall as I might like to think I am and that he is growing up, as 7th grade is just around the corner.
He inspires me to look at the world through that confident lens equipt with the knowledge that I can do anything I put my mind to.

Little Missy, keeps me inspired to see the best in humanity, she renews that faith. Her compassion, while at an age when she is actively taking in everything the world gives her and processessing it at a speed that makes me dizzy. She has the ability to be present for others and yet for herself at the same time with a healthy balance.

Miss Mama who at sixteen has just birth the most beautiful blessing ever inspires me in my own motherhood. I see her embracing her daughter and motherhood much the way I did (go attachment parenting) I am proud to have been that model in her life for the other mothers in her life struggle with addiction and are unable to give of themselves in the way a baby needs.

Profound Gratitude

I was named "Grateful flower of the heart" when I took the mindfulness training of Thich Naht Hanh. I have been grateful for many a things but recently I have shifted it to a gratitude for everything, my extra bulges, my toothache, my bills. It is a freeing process that has me happier then I have ever been. I am learning from the Secret about the law of attraction and putting out gratitude and thankfulness. I am surrounded by blessings and have the energy and desire to give back and heal. I have always been there, but often gave so much I kept nothing for myself and would sometimes get drained. Now I seem to have enough energy, and time to take care of myself.

Khalila's story

Khalila dictated a story last month and here it is

Monster’s in Village Park

There are monsters that live at Village Park they are Black and White and live in tree’s the babies are triangles and they eat milk from the hole in my tummy. It tickles. The Mommy monsters are rectangles and they live in palm tree’s they are mean and growl. The mommy monster eat flashlights, radios, and bags. The mommies name is Curtains. The Daddy monsters name Hagapa and he is nice and lives in the tree’s he is in the shape of a circle. He eats drawers, peaches, and balls. The girl monster was named Haka and the boy monsters were named Paco, Taco, and Tapo. And the girl monster had sisters named Paca, Taka and Daka.

The Treasure Monsters fall in the water. They got eaten by another monster that swims in the ocean. He started to eat them and he started to growl at them. And they started to eat them in his throat.

The End


We used to live in Village Park four moves ago. She might have been cross with me as the mommy moster is mean and growls, I don't growl, I never even yell.

The other day when I wouldn't let her wear only her gymnastics tights to school (hello winter) she said she didn't want to live with me anymore and she wanted to live with her old family. Adorable.

Her story about six months ago was a bit disturbing

The ghost is scaring a mom. I cut the skin of the people with my fingers. They liked it too much so I used the scissors. They were being too loud so I poured salt on them and they were quiet.

Her stories are getting more descritive.