Poor Mr. Chase is still sick with Croup. He’s had a fever off and on. Today is day 3 though, so we are hoping for improvement. Unfortunately, now Cooper and I are sick too. Fun times….

But in light of the last post being all about Chase, I thought I should put some funny things up here about Cooper. So here are some funny Cooper stories.

The Sock Tosser:
Cooper, for whatever reason, must take his socks off in a certain fashion. He sits down, pulls off his shoes, pulls of his socks, whirls them around his head and throws both of them in random directions and then he runs off.

This is fine when we are at home because he takes his shoes off in the same place. At home, his socks can be found either in the entry way (somewhere) or upstairs in his bedroom. No problem, I can handle that.

What I can’t handle is that we go places-other peoples houses, etc. And whenever he takes his shoes off, he IMMEDIATELY takes his socks off too. (He has some weird foot thing about wearing socks.) I cannot tell you how many times we have left to go somewhere either with no socks at all or only one sock because the Lord only knows where the other one could be.

To remedy this problem, Jeremy and I started telling him many moons ago that when he takes his shoes and socks off, he MUST stuff his socks into his shoes. It’s not helping. This is my face . This could be one of my biggest pet peeves.

Cooper and His Upset Tummy:
When you have little kids, I think that poop is just a regular part of your day. I believe I’ve mentioned before that Cooper loves to talk about poop and booties. Anything that is in reference to poop and or booties is immediately and always funny to him. Jeremy assures me this is a boy thing…but I dunno. I had a sister growing up and poop was not a regular part of our conversations if I do recall…

So, a while back one morning Cooper told me his tummy hurt. He is pretty regular and has a “morning constitution” each day after he’s been awake for a few minutes. He hadn’t had said event yet, so I told him that maybe he should try. He went in to the bathroom but got nothing. He came out of the bathroom pretty disappointed, but cartoons were on so he was passed it.

A little later that morning, say an hour or so, he again tells me his tummy “weawy, weawy, huwts”. I again remind him that maybe he should give it another go in the bathroom. He goes in and proceeds to work on said issue and I go about my usual gig fixing my hair and getting ready for the day.

Quite a bit of time goes by and Cooper is still in the bathroom.  I walk over to the door and I hear him grunting and saying “OH YEAH, THERE IT IS, THERE IT IS, THAT’S IT!”

Needless to say I couldn’t stop laughing and Cooper’s tummy was all better.

Noise Police:
Tonight, I put Cooper to bed as usual, then came downstairs to pay some bills and get some paperwork organized.  The house was totally quiet; no tv on and both boys were in bed.   I was shuffling through some papers when Jer popped on Yahoo Messenger. (That is SO fun by the way, being able to say that!) We chatted for a few minutes and then, all the sudden I hear Cooper up. He is at the top of the staircase talking down to me.

“Mommy, um, could you please be a little more quiet?”

An annoyed and dirty look immediately comes across my face and I respond, “Um, Cooper, there is no sound at all down here and what are you doing out of bed?”

Cooper replies, “you were just being a little loud with the papers. Can you be quiet please?”

“Go to bed Cooper.”

Whispery Prayers:
Jeremy and I have been praying with Cooper at night before bed since he was a little tiny guy. It has always been a bit tough to get him to pray for things. It’s a great teaching time, but it gets a little annoying when Cooper prays for things like his lamp, the airplanes on his wall, etc.

Well, all the sudden, Cooper’s prayer life has really opened up. I think a lot of it is actually school. He LOVES to pray and prays the BEST prayers. They are so cute and they make me laugh (and cry sometimes) ever night. Whenever he is saying something special or serious as he prays, he starts to whisper.

One night recently he was going on and on about all the things he was thankful for and how great it is that God made everything. Then the whispering starts and he says, “…and thank you God that you made me and God, you are just BEAUTIFUL”. It was so delightful to hear him pray like that! He wasn’t being silly either, it was a serious prayer. It made me laugh and I just immediately thought of what God must think of little children who pray like that! How sweet!