New Blog Feature!

Revisions of Grandeur is adding a new feature to the blog, and I’m inviting you, friends, to get in on the fun!

When we have down-time, my husband and I like to ask each other questions…

What would you do if you had a weekend at home alone?

If someone gave you a thousand dollars, but you had to spend it on one object, what would you buy?

If you could turn any food into a health food, what would you choose?

Recently, Chad asked what my biggest surprise was about parenting.

We chatted about it for a couple minutes and decided it was a toss-up between how incredibly demanding it is, and how stinkin’ funny it is. These little humans spend half the day sucking the zest right out of us, and the other half cracking us up.

In 2011, when Gray turned two and became a jibber-jabbering machine, I started keeping a journal of humorous quotes or situations, like the time at church when Baby Reed started crying, and as I tried to anonymously creep out the back door of the sanctuary, two-year-old Gray announced, “Don’t worry, he just needs a drink from Mommy’s boobies.”

Four years later, I’ve got pages full of laughs, and I want to share some of them with you in a new feature called Darndest Things.

Here’s where you come in…

I know you’ve got stories — things your kids, grandkids, nieces & nephews, students, or menace neighbor kids said that made you smile or flat-out cackle-snort.

Will you share them?

I’ll collect them for a few weeks at a time, and then publish a handful of them together in a new post.

How do you submit? Just type ‘em up and email them to revisionsofgrandeur@outlook.com.

I’d love to know your name, child’s name, and location, but if you’d rather be anonymous, just tell me how old the child was at the time of the quote or situation. That’s all!

Caring for kids is DEMANDING, but it’s HILARIOUS too. Let’s have a laugh together, shall we?

7 thoughts on “New Blog Feature!

  1. Almost 2 years old , precocious and more verbal than a 2 year old should be allowed, Olivia was not responding to my requests for her to “Be quiet”, “”Be still”, “Be patient” “Pleeeease!” We were sitting once again in the front row at church. Finally I had no choice. I scooped her up, which must have given her reason for concern. Eyes darting, she pleaded with the congregation as I marched her out the back doors, “SOMEBODY HELP ME, YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND!!” I responded, “No Livi, they do understand, and they are on my side!”

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