Malachiism

M: Mom tomorrow will you teach me to sew?

He is inspired by Arwyn’s recent skill, I posted some pics on FB.

Malachiism

Lots of wonderful things have happened here in the US. But until I take the time to collect, sort and share these great memories with you I will leave you with something Malachi said on the way home tonight after having a GREAT time with friends.

 

M: I miss India, I want to go home home now. (awe… tears followed)

and here is a picture I came across tonight taken from a visiting friend right before we left for the states. It conjured up that same feeling, though not quite the part after the comma.

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Malachism

Malachi just finished taking a shower and I left him to get his undies on while I checked on the girls. I came back 10 minutes later to silence.

Me: Malachi what are you doing? you haven’t even gotten your underwear on yet?

Malachi (standing naked undie’s in hand): Mom I am going to protect you while Dad is gone!

Me: Thanks buddy, cause you are the man of the house right now?

Malachi: yup, that’s why I have been trying to kill this spider all this time, but dont worry Ill get em.

Me: do you think you can get your undies on after that?

Malachi: sure (as if he is doing me a favor).

 

Malachisms

A friend just included this in an email she sent me:

Have to share Caleb and I’s conversation from the other night…We were talking about his neighbor friend Romeo and he said, “Romeo’s my second best friend. Malachi is my first. I’ve never had a friend like Malachi. He’ll play anything and he’s not like, ‘oh, hi.’ He’s like, “CAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLEEEEEEEEBBBBBB!” So cute!!

 

This made me think about his spirit. He is so full of happiness and life. He loves to laugh and make others laugh. He is never short on hugs and love. You can count on him for excitement no matter what. He is flexible and excited about whatever life has around the corner. He loves deeply. And he is so forgiving. I need that.

I love his life.

 

Tonight when we teamed up against his sisters at a game of sequence he sits right up against me and  says “I like being close to you mom.” This boy warms my heart.

Just before that when I TANKED our brownies by using mustard oil instead of veg oil, and then they burnt to a dry tasteless crisp, he tries a piece (which i finally gave in and gave him to stop his pleas of ” come on mom can’t I just taste them?!) and says positively “there not bad I like them!”

He was just trying to make me feel better. His sister on the other hand ran to the bathroom spitting out there crumbs and replacing the taste with toothpaste. I don’t blame them, I wanted to do the same thing.

Notes to self: 1 no amount of extra sugar can mask the distinct taste of mustard oil   2 treasure the spunk and smiles that my boy has to offer my heart