This blog is a personal history of the Ramsay family and their wonderful, wild, weird, wacky life. Scott and I (Jackie) thank God for the 4 precious children He has entrusted to our care for a few short years. People have been telling me I should write a book containing all the goofy things that are said or take place around our house, so here goes...



Friday, May 25, 2012

Girl of All Trades

     Today Tirzah was many things: a schoolgirl in her skirt and blouse; a fearless swimmer in her shorts and shirt; a Mommy to her doll Baby Dear; a donated tiara made her a princess; wearing a sunbonnet, she told me she was Amish; wielding a light saber, she boldly claimed she would "save the day" and was going to kill all the monsters; and finally she is a little girl again, cuddling with her "Mankey".
Which just goes to show, with the right accessories, a girl can be almost anything!

Wednesday, May 16, 2012

Say where?

Levi is a bit confused in his geography.  You'll never meet someone from: 
Sam-son-frisco
Noklahoma
Wyazona

Monday, May 7, 2012

Levi's Mama

     Levi has a unique way of using my name as a fill-in word.  Here are some of his spins:

"I'm livin', I'm livin', I'm livin' Mama."-his version of their Awana song.

"Mama, you have diabetes!"

"Mama's head is a sphere!"

"Mama hibernates!"  I ask, "Why, Levi?  Why do I hibernate?"  "Because you're a Lorax."




"Mama doesn't need any more sweets!" (this was said in a firm,authoritarian-type voice)

"I love Mama, 'cuz she's made out of cabbage."

"If they sold Mama at the Awana store, I would buy her first, before anybody else."

"Mama is a pigsty; pigs live in her body."

"Mama is a grocery girl."

As I burned myself removing my coffee from themicrowave- "Mama set her coffee on fire!"

"Mama eats pythons; there's a python in Mama's mouth!"

(Sung to the tune of Joy to the World) "Mama is a crazy girl, and heaven and nature sing!)

"Mark, the Herald Mama sings!"

"Mama is from Sampson Frisco."

(sung to the tune of Deck the Halls)  "Mama never goes to bed"

Mama is a scuba diver;  Mama is a base jumper.  (!); a chapatti;

Mama is edible; you can eat her.

Mama is on the march.

The ants go marching 3 by 3, and they all go marching down into the mama ground, where the mama queen was.
10/12  It continues.  Lately it is Mama Durama.  Or Mama llama.  Or Mama with a comma.  Or as I say, Save mama from the drama! 

Tuesday, May 1, 2012

Leviathon

     In the van tonight, Caelin had his iQuest,a hand-held educational game/organizer.  He suddenly calls out, "Mom, I looked up the word leviathon.  Meaning one is a large sea serpent symbolizing evil in the Bible.  Meaning two is a large sea monster.  That pretty much describes Levi." 

Monday, April 30, 2012

Levi the hunter, and wanna-be nudist

     Levi asked, "How many seasons are there?"  "Four." Scott replied.  "Oh," Levi continued, "Deer season, turkey season, duck season, and..." he trailed off.  "Goose season!" finished Caelin.  "What about Bugs Bunny season?" asked Levi.
     After the boys were tucked into bed, I overheard Levi say to Caelin, "I wish Adam and Eve wouldn't have sinned."  Caelin mumbled something and Levi continued, "That way we wouldn't have to wear any clothes!"

Sunday, April 15, 2012

How's That Again?

     Yesterday we attended a wedding as a family out near Watertown.  On the way home, Levi asked, "Did Daddy get to pick who he wanted to marry?"  This sparked a a recollection of how we met and dated, etc., which I assumed answered his question.  When we stopped to get gas, however, Levi burst out, "But I thought at the wedding there would be a whole bunch of girls in wedding dresses, and he would just point to the one he wanted to marry!"
     After we gassed up, the children were going over their Awana books, studying up for today.  I was going over Tirzah's verse with her: "Children, obey your parents in the Lord."  We had said it a couple times, then I asked, "Does it say, Children... eat all the candy?"  Tirzah exclaimed, "No! ...Obey your children in the Lord!"  "Isn't that wishful thinking?" I muttered.  Scott was laughing so hard, he could hardly see to drive; he had to call his mom back and tell her Tirzah was twisting the Scripture to suit herself.  ;-)

Friday, April 13, 2012

Baby Dear, and our dear baby

     Tirzah has a doll she has dubbed "Baby Dear"; it was a gift (hand-me-down) from Aurora.  She has had it since she was about 1, and it has always been her favorite doll.  She named it after reading the book, "Baby Dear" by Eloisie Wilkin, where the little girl does everything with her doll that the mom does with her new baby sister.(very appropriate!)  She goes through spurts of intensity, however, and we are in the midst of one right now.  She brings the doll to the table to eat; it has its own high chair that clips to the table.  Tirzah sets a little plate in front of it, and keeps the rest of the family informed as to what the doll is doing.  Levi scoffs at all of this, and gets Tirzah fired right up.  When we go anywhere, Baby Dear comes along in her Moses basket carrier, usually with Mankey for good measure.  Tirzah informed me the other day that Baby Dear should have a car seat.
     At bedtime, the doll sleeps in its own bed (another pass-on from Aurora) at the foot of Tirzah's bed.  AND in pajamas, of course.  Tucking Tirzah in last week, she sighed, "My baby always wakes me up at night, and I have to bring her in bed and nurse her."  Haha!  Wonder where she heard that?  ;-)  Yesterday the children had bee playing outside till evening, and when bedtime came, suddenly Tirzah realized that she didn't have Baby Dear.  What a crisis, to be sure!  I promised I would go out and look for her, and tried to get an general idea of her whereabouts.  Yeah right.  Scott was in the shower and Aila was really fussy, so I find a (lousy) flashlight, and head out into the night, carrying Aila.  It's funny how the yard seems so much bigger in the dark with a only puny little light.  I searched high and low, but no Baby Dear did I find.  A doll dress, yes, a quilt on the grass, yes, but no doll.  After a good hour, OK, 10 minutes, I came back in, only to have Scott say, "Oh, you were out?  Looking for the Baby Dear?  I already gave the doll to Tirzah."  Aye yi yi.  Problem solved, right?  I tucked Tirzah in, and sat down to relax, only to have her come out in tears, stating that Baby Dear needs her clothes.  I told her that we'd have to find her clothes in the morning when it was light.  Cue hysterical crying.  I was not overly impressed.  And I did not go back out to find the doll's clothes.  She cried for a good while, coming back out a couple more times to tell me how much she NEEDED those clothes.  Good night.
     To make matters even more fun, we have another doll lover coming up the ranks.  Aila has discovered babies.  She'll find one on the floor, pick it up and cuddle it, rock back and forth with it, the whole nine.  It's the cutest thing.  Watch out.  That's how Tirzah started, too.  :-)