Tag Archive for Tillerisms

Creepy

I was tucking Tiller in tonight and she called out to me. “Mama! Come close my closet door!” I sighed, went back in, like every other night I tuck her in, and closed the closet door. “Why do you want me to close the closet door?” “It scares me.” “Why does it scare you? You know there is nothing in… Read more →

She Cracks Me Up

Tiller: “Can we eat out?” Me: “No. But we will probably eat out tomorrow before Rollie’s game.” Tiller: “Can we have S&S?” Me: “Well, i guess so. I was thinking Jason’s Deli, but we could do S&S instead.” Tiller: “Okay, well, let’s agree.” [Her head nodding affirmatively, palms face up, and out to the side.] Me: “Good idea.” Read more →

Tiller’s Latest Song

Rollie likes to invent wind machines to scare people. Tiller likes to make up songs. I am not kidding when I say that my jaw often drops at the inventiveness of her lyrics. This latest song was performed on my patio yesterday afternoon. I missed the first few lines, but todd and I are getting better at catching her songs… Read more →

Cotton Candy Clouds

Tiller: “Mama? Are the clouds flat?” Me: “Flat?” Tiller: “Yeah, flat.” She lies on the couch and points up. “Like the ceiling.” Me: “Um, well, no, they are kinda poofy.” Tiller: [Face lighting up with joy and recognition.] “Oh! Like cotton candy!” Related posts: Our Eyes are Like Doors Growing Chocolate and Wonder and Hope Read more →

Possibly Not the Domestic Goddess

. . . that I think I am. I was cooking dinner last night (ahem, mac and cheese) and was boiling the macaroni, when the pot boiled over. (Or, “balled” over, as my Daddy with his Savannah accent would say. He also says “aygs” for eggs, “all” for oil, and “tin fall” for tin foil.) Tiller was in the kitchen… Read more →