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The Gift of Prophecy?

September 1, 2008 – Today Warren stated, “I’m going to go on my mission to Cuba.” This “revelation” came after Colin pointed to the Dominican Republic (where he served his mission for our church) on Renny’s little pirate map of the Caribbean that used to be attached to a mini treasure chest– a fun little parting gift from his friend’s birthday party.

A couple of weeks ago he also stated–completely out of the blue– that he’s going to live in Canada.

It seems he has an affinity for “C” locations…

Imitation: The Sincerest Form of Flattery

He absolutely, positively was not listening. Not obeying me in the least! In sheer irritation I said to Warren, “You’re this close,” indicating with my thumb and pointer finger the teeny amount of space he had, “to staying home while Dad just goes to the picnic without us.”

In a high pitched, sing-songy, happy voice he countered, “I’m this close,” with an even shorter distance between his fingers.

So much for keeping a straight, authoritative face.

The Shiggles

Warren was cold this morning. I guess that extra glass of milk really did him in.

“Ooooo, I’m cold, Mama! Ooooo!”

Sure enough there were goosebumps on his arms. He noticed them, too.

“Dad, when the goosebumps come, why do I get shiggles?”

We think he was going for “shivers,” but perhaps I just need to broaden my vocabulary.


We let Warren have one souvenir from our trip to Disneyland. Of all the things he could have chosen, he insisted on a Chevron toy collectible car. You know, like the kind you can get at a Chevron gas station. Any Chevron gas station. He saw it as we came out of the Autopia ride for the umpteenth time and no other amazing Disney-themed toy was gonna change his mind. That was the winner.

Since it’s a collectible, it came with a booklet describing the newly purchased car, and with an even larger booklet listing all of the additional cars and paraphernalia one could possibly buy.

After looking the booklets over for awhile, he decided he wanted to get a car T-shirt. Colin explained that you can’t just go out and buy everything you want. You have to do things to earn them, like doing chores.

Yes, chores he knows. We have a chore chart system set up for him, complete with a reward of his (limited) choice at the end. You could see the light switch on:

“Dad, what if I washed the dishes? Then I could get this car T-shirt.”

“Dad, maybe I could sweep the floor and get all the cars!”

“What if I set the table? Go to the grocery store?”

A brilliant plan. Who knew he excelled in the art of negotiation?

Oh, The Anticipation!

Warren was really looking forward to our trip to Disneyland. The night before we went we slept at my parents’ house so we could be a little closer the next morning. It’s always tricky getting your kid to sleep somewhere other than his own bed. Couple that with the excitement of going to a major theme park for the first time and you’ve got a 3-year-old bouncing off the walls.

“Dad, I can’t stop laughing. Should I stop laughing?”

“Yeah, you should probably stop laughing so you can go to sleep.”

Thankfully, he did! I bet he went to sleep with a smile on his face. I know I did.

The Magic Kingdom


We took Warren to Disneyland for the first time yesterday. He didn’t know what hit him. From the parking lot tram ride to the drenching drop of Splash Mountain, Renny walked around in a sort of dazed euphoria. A three-year-old’s dream come true: Mickey, Goofy, and all the gang, talking, dancing, and cavorting just steps away. It was definitely a different experience taking my own child and watching through his eyes.

Which is probably why I started seeing those “kiddie rides” in a new light. Call me a stick-in-the-mud but I thought they were over-stimulating and more than a little frightening! Crazy lights, things jumping out, and noise, noise, noise. I know that Renny felt the same way because he covered his ears and eyes during most of them. Roger Rabbit’s Cartoon Spin was the wildest one by far. A bunch of bad news weasels pouring toxic waste “DIP” around your car and Roger Rabbit running around in a frenzy?

“That one was scary, Mama.”


Indeed it was. But I guess that’s part of the fun, right?

However, Colin is the master of getting Warren to do things that he would normally shy away from. So, we were able to convince him to go on Buzz Lightyear Astro Blasters, Star Tours, Finding Nemo Submarine Voyage, and The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh before he caught on to us.

The hit of the day: Autopia. We went on at least 3 times! He loved being able to steer the car, even if Colin and I had to push down on the gas pedal for him. Not an easy task, I tell you!

Dumbo, the Teacups, the Rocketships, and the train around the park were also favorites. Believe it or not he loved Gadget’s Roller Coaster in Toontown so much that he asked to go on it again… and again… and again.

Luckily for us the park was pretty empty and it was an absolutely beautiful day– blue skies, and a very warm sun. Hooboy! Was it hot!


We ended the day with the “Parade of a Million Dreams,” which we watched from the sidelines of Main Street. Such a fun way to cap off the whole Disneyland experience.

He was a trooper. The whole day, from 10 to 8, walking around, sans stroller. As you’d expect he crashed in the car as soon as we got on the freeway. He’ll be talking about this day for awhile!

Renny’s A-List

At 3.5 years old, Warren has some favorites he holds near and dear to his heart. Here they are, in no particular order:

  • Blue blanket
  • Horton the Elephant
  • The color yellow
  • Spaghetti with meatballs
  • Body Rock” by Moby
  • The Muppets
  • Onions
  • Swimming/water/the beach
  • Animals
  • Applesauce, yogurt, flax seed, and wheat germ (breakfast every morning)
  • Trucks and other construction/work vehicles
  • Cottage cheese and tomatoes
  • Nursery at church
  • His friend Justin
  • Rhyming
Horton and Warren
Horton and Warren

There is no doubt that Renny’s tastes will change. But for now, we’re really loving his devotion to each one of these things.

Warrenism #301

Warren always accompanies us to choir practice every Sunday. He usually hangs around the bass section because that’s where Colin is typically. And wherever Colin is Warren loves to be also.

He eats, plays on the chairs, and otherwise pays absolutely no attention to the music, so it seems. But he’s pretty well-behaved despite being asked to attend, essentially, 4 hours of church. Maybe, we think, by coming with us each week he’ll develop an appreciation for faithfully supporting the Ward choir.

Today–completely unprovoked– he declared, “Three-year-olds don’t need to practice because they’re already good singers.”

Seems the jury is still out on the effectiveness of this lesson…