Piper Finn Willow
Mix a little foolishness with your serious plans; it's lovely to be silly at the right moments. - Horace
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From Her Point of View
We were having tacos for dinner. Piper was sitting near Kevin. Kevin prefers his tacos in the style of a taco salad. Piper looked at Kevin’s plate, piled with crushed taco shells and all the toppings. And she asked, “Daddy, why are you eating compost?”
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You Have To See This
We are so crazy-blessed to have many framily and friends who are talented photographers. And I think maybe their lens does an even better job when they are looking at our kids. (Oh, you know I am just kidding. Other people’s kids are cute too.) But anyway, you should really see how cute Piper Finn and Beckett and Otto look here! Man – Emma . . . you rock!
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Piper Finnian Willow Lacey Keigley: The Interview
Why do you think Mommy and Daddy chose your name?: Because you like nice babies. What do you dream about at night?: I dream lions and elephants and monkeys and they carry me away. I was floating away and they say, “Hello Baby.” Tell me about your brothers and sisters: I hit my brothers and sisters. Hitting is a different word. Oh. That’s not kind. What should you do instead?: Say sorry to them. Be kind to them. What do you like to eat?: Bubblegum. Uh … food. Food is different word. How can we fix the current economic crisis?: Uh. My marbles. With marbles. What is your favorite toy?:…
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Misheard
After reading a story in the Bible about Lot and his infamous salty spouse, London tried to retell Piper the story. “And Lot’s wife turned into a pile of salt!” London informed her younger sister. But Piper misunderstood. “Oh,” she replied. “Lot’s wife turned into Bible sauce?”
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Sounds Logical
I am simply going to record a real conversation that took place earlier today in the confines of our Suburban. London: Who will I marry, Mommy? Me: Oh. I don’t know. I guess you will have to wait and see who God has planned for you. L-: How will I know who that is? Me: Well. In a lot of ways I guess. The young man will be pursuing God. Your daddy and I will like him. Uh . . . L-: So why can’t I just marry Bergen? We’re all Christians. Me: Brothers and sisters just do not get married to one another. Mosely: I plan to marry Otto.…
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How did you do?
If you guessed the kid with the least self-control was Piper Finnian ….. then you win! High fives all around.
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Super Walter
I live in a funny house. With funny people. Mostly under four feet tall, funny people. I put Piper Finn down for her nap today and noticed a sippee cup in her bed. Inquiring from whence said sippee cup appeared, Piper informed me, “Walter gave me sippee cup.” That was plausible, since Walter was one of the co-babysitters last night while Kevin and I attended our first Bee Keeper’s class. (Yes. Bee Keeping. That’ll keep for another post.) The cup’s lid was twisted and I couldn’t fix it, despite Piper’s obvious frustration with my lack of sippee cup skills. “I cannot fix this Finn,” I told her. My two year…
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Thanks, Piper
Not too many days ago I was instructing my determined (read: stubborn) youngest daughter. She did not care for my instructions. I don’t actually remember what I was asking the spirited (read: strong willed) two year old to do or to stop doing, but I do distinctly remember her response. Piper Finnian said, “I don’t like you.” And she spoke clearly. Very clearly. (She’s a pretty good communicator. Maybe a little too good.) I was really embarrassed. Really embarrassed. Because I wasn’t at my own house. The words were not spoken where only I had the displeasure of hearing. Nope. It never works that way – does it? At that…
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The Waiting Is the Hardest Part
At Disney’s Kingdom of Good Times, we spent a fair amount of our day waiting in lines. While in line, we chatted. We told stories. We made funny faces. We yawned. Otto Fox slept. And Piper played her own special Waiting in Line game – she pretended to pull off tiny parts of Daddy’s face and then proceeded to pretend to feed his own face to him. We all laughed a lot at that. I don’t know if it was really funny or if we were really tired of waiting in lines.
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Here We Go
Alert: This post is being typed from a computer with a dying battery. In a hotel room with no access to photographs. The Band of Keigley are on the road. (And you would know all the minutia of our family’s Christmas journey south if you followed Riley’s Facebook updates. But please do not. We do not wish to support her addiction. I’m actually not joking.) The start was a bit shaky . . . an hour and a half later than intended, snow and ice the first forty-five minutes, an accidental opening of the completely, tightly packed Suburban’s back door two minutes before the official Buckling In Of Passengers was…
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Pray Like Piper
I pray. Really. I do. I mean, you already know that I pray at least once a day – right? But recently I realized that my two year old daughter had something new to teach me about prayer. How do I approach prayer? With joy? With enthusiasm? As if it is, in fact, a privilege or the exact highlight of my day? In a group setting, when someone offers a blanket opportunity for prayer, do I get excited? Or do I avert my eyes a bit? Are my prayers mostly pretty rhetoric? Or only pleas for some quick relief? Because that’s not how Piper Finnian prays. No ma’am. Every night…
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The Annual Tossing of the Bear
It might be fake – but it’s our Christmas tree this year. I really prefer a real tree. The process of choosing one, chopping it down (that’s how we rolled, back on the farm), dragging it across the field, discovering it was too tall for the house, cramming it into the never-quite-the-right-size base, receiving enough scratches while decorating to require first aid, cleaning up needles on the floor for a month and dripping water all over the presents in a daily attempt to water the thirsty dying tree. But this year, we went with the fake guy. Mainly because we have travel plans for this December and a real tree…
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today
This had been a busy little day. For a random Tuesday. (Actually, I believe it is officially Wednesday morning when I am writing this – but what difference does that make?) I took the chaps to a local library to watch a Christmas “play” about Holly and Bah Hum Bug. By Porkchop Productions. I’ve probably said enough already. Actually, it was all good. The trip to the library enabled me to pick out a few new books on CD (The Kite Rider (not to be confused with The Kite Runner) and Little Men) for car listening on the many December road trips (Ohio, Florida and all the states between here…
