Eden Says: Style, Lactose, and Priorities

Ok, I know I've been MIA for a while. I just didn't feel like blogging. Maybe I still don't, but Eden has been pretty funny lately so I need to record a few things.

The scene: my bathroom, I'm getting ready for church and Eden is watching me.

Eden: Mom, when is your hair going to get its style back?
(I have now made an appointment and will be getting some style back this Friday)


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The background: we have discovered that Eden is extremely lactose intolerant. Even milk chocolate can cause her problems. After I made the discovery she had her wellness visit with the doctor. He really talked to her about taking responsibility for her own health. He told her that if she eats something with lactose it will be her tummy that hurts and so she needs to be the one to monitor it. She does a remarkable job (for a not-quite-four year old). She knows that her tummy doesn't have the enzymes to break down lactose and that is what causes the pain.

The scene: it is bedtime. We are in Eden's bed and I have read her three stories but she wants to hear a "real" story so I recite the story of her birth.

Eden: and then I wouldn't nurse!
Me: yup, why do you think that is? (usually she has said, "because I wanted my daddy to feed me")
Eden: well, I've been thinking about that and I think it is because I knew my tummy didn't have the em-signs for lactose so I didn't want to drink your milk.


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The scene: we are at my parents' house. Eden is playing with her cousins and I am working on my dad's taxes (we call my dad, Punka).

Some things to know: 1) My mom has a treat jar and the kids get to choose a little toy or treat out of it if they do an act of service. Eden's favorite thing to do for Grammy is to wash windows. 2) Eden has become terrified of bees lately.

Eden: Mom! Will you come outside with me so I can wash the outside windows?
Me: I'm working on Punka's taxes. (I then turn my full attention to the computer while she says some things that I don't hear).
Eden: Mom! So, which do you think is MOST important, huh? which???
Me: Which what?
Eden: Do you think it is MOST important for you to do Punka's taxes or to make sure your daughter doesn't get stung by bees?

(obviously I joined her outside, standing guard against all bees and bee-like flying objects while she washed the outside window)