Here are some funny things the children are saying or doing:
While on the p*otty, C always wants me to read or tell her a story. She says, "Would you read a mag-zen? I love you to read myself a story."
Still saying "lellow" for yellow...Although now she corrects herself sometimes...sniff, sniff!
They both loved the honeysuckle we found. We call it God's candy.
She also still says stistah for sister. I love that! She has the "Li*ttlest P*et S*hop" animals and she wants all the animals she has to have a "bruddah and a stistah." Just like life as she knows it. She also puts all the animals into bead before naptime. Every. Single. Day.
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At a wedding for Z's lifelong friend over the weekend in Alabama, C got so mad a L for not wanting to dance with her on the dance floor. Finally, he stood out there for a few minutes while she "got down." Then, claiming the music was too loud, he left. (It was, by the way.)
Much later, we were getting the kiddos settled to enjoy some (more) wedding cake at a table. Z was holding C and a drink and cake, so he put her down a couple feet away from where I was with L and Nana getting L settled. Z told C to run to Mommy. She looked at me, saw where I was, said my name (which I didn't hear b/c of the music), and took off in my direction. Z then took his eyes off of her to squeeze through a few chairs while balancing the things he was carrying.
When he arrived at the table (no more than a few seconds later), I asked him where C was. He thought I was joking and looked under the table. I said, "She was with you. She never came here." He immediately started looking, and I could see the panic in his eyes. For whatever reason, the panic didn't arise in me so fast. I calmly looked out the window that overlooked the patio where the dance floor was and there she was. Her little white hair bow was bounding down the steps through the crowd to the dance floor. She was getting her groove on without a care in the world. She was the only one on the dance floor, but she didn't care. I called out to Z and Nana where she was and they took the steps about 3 at a time--I don't even know if Z used the steps. He may have jumped down to get to her quicker. I could see them reach her, and her daddy scooped her up in a big hug. Oh, how precious...and quick she is!
By the way, the whole time we're looking for her, she has her brother panicked. "Where's my baby sister? Did something happen to her?" He loves her so much!
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During the ceremony, L was so excited to be able to see "The Duffner," which is one of Z's nicknames for his buddy, come out. Then, he could hardly wait to hear the chimes and see the princess come out (Haley). C was sitting with her Daddy (of course). Before the ceremony began, she said, "Uh-oh, Daddy. There's no stay-uz (stairs for those without her drawl). The princesses always come down the stay-uz."
They both did a great job during the ceremony, and after it was over, C took it upon her self to wave and say a little something to the bride and groom and all the attendants as they exited during the recessional. Too cute!
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Z and I both coming from opposite ends of the house head upstairs early yesterday morning because all we can hear is C screaming, "I don't like Hotwheels. I DO NOT LIKE THAT ONE." Of course, we also hear her signature footstomping, too. We can hear L saying something, but it sounds muffled. We arrive in L's bathroom to find him trying his best to get her to brush her teeth or let him do it. She doesn't like the Hotwheels toothpaste, though, so she' s having none of that! He tries to hard to take care of her! :)
Monday, May 12, 2008
God's Plan...(A Mothers Day Post)
I had a wonderful Mothers Day! My children made me such precious gifts and my husband made sure the day was completely wonderful. What an awesome way to be celebrated!
From Miss C, I received a hand-print picture, which is especially meaningful because she HATES having paint on her hands. Her teachers earned a big thank-you for that one. I have been trying to get her hand prints for this age recorded for a while. From L I received a button-covered cigar box onto which he had also decoupaged flowers. He proudly told me it was a "Button Box to keep special treasures in or just keep buttons in." He also painted a watercolor card with a bird house and bird.
Turns out the card was especially meaningful because we had a pair of birds trying to build a nest in our garage. Luke and I saw the birds in the early morning when I went out to put some things in our recycle bin. At the time, I thought they were just flying in to garage. Then after an hour or so, we went back out to get into the car to leave for Nana's and there were the birds, working so diligently to create a home for their future babies. I told L that we'd have to get Daddy to move it b/c the garage wouldn't be a good place for the birds to live. L looked at me very much stunned that I would say this and said, "Mommy, it's God's plan for the birds to live in here. He knows that the garage is good shelter, and He knows this is where we keep the birdseed."
As you can imagine, I was taken aback. How am I going to explain that if we don't prevent them from building the nest in the garage, we're going to have some dead birds on our hands when we go on vacation or even go away for the day with the garage door closed in the coming heat. So, do you know what I said? "Well, we'll have to talk with Daddy about it." It was Mother's Day afterall, so I didn't have to handle the hard stuff!
Then, I started thinking about God's Plans for our lives. Those birds had worked so hard for that hour to build their nest in a spot that seems like a good one. But, like L, they couldn't see the future heat or the door being closed preventing them passing in or out in a week or so for our vacation. I realized I'm like the birds. It's so funny because I sometimes work so hard to seek His plan...or think I am seeking his plan, but am really just building my nest in all the wrong places. Then, it's often back to square one!
God, please help me to simply seek you. Then, Your Plan will fall into place without all my unnecessary nest-building. You will lead me to the perfect place.
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L, after hearing his Daddy explain about the birds was able to give us plenty of reasons why the birds didn't need to be in the garage after all. "Number one, the eggs might get too hot. Number two, the birds wouldn't have enough water if we're gone....and so on all the way to Nana's house and through number 8..."a spider might cover the nest with a web."
From Miss C, I received a hand-print picture, which is especially meaningful because she HATES having paint on her hands. Her teachers earned a big thank-you for that one. I have been trying to get her hand prints for this age recorded for a while. From L I received a button-covered cigar box onto which he had also decoupaged flowers. He proudly told me it was a "Button Box to keep special treasures in or just keep buttons in." He also painted a watercolor card with a bird house and bird.
Turns out the card was especially meaningful because we had a pair of birds trying to build a nest in our garage. Luke and I saw the birds in the early morning when I went out to put some things in our recycle bin. At the time, I thought they were just flying in to garage. Then after an hour or so, we went back out to get into the car to leave for Nana's and there were the birds, working so diligently to create a home for their future babies. I told L that we'd have to get Daddy to move it b/c the garage wouldn't be a good place for the birds to live. L looked at me very much stunned that I would say this and said, "Mommy, it's God's plan for the birds to live in here. He knows that the garage is good shelter, and He knows this is where we keep the birdseed."
As you can imagine, I was taken aback. How am I going to explain that if we don't prevent them from building the nest in the garage, we're going to have some dead birds on our hands when we go on vacation or even go away for the day with the garage door closed in the coming heat. So, do you know what I said? "Well, we'll have to talk with Daddy about it." It was Mother's Day afterall, so I didn't have to handle the hard stuff!
Then, I started thinking about God's Plans for our lives. Those birds had worked so hard for that hour to build their nest in a spot that seems like a good one. But, like L, they couldn't see the future heat or the door being closed preventing them passing in or out in a week or so for our vacation. I realized I'm like the birds. It's so funny because I sometimes work so hard to seek His plan...or think I am seeking his plan, but am really just building my nest in all the wrong places. Then, it's often back to square one!
God, please help me to simply seek you. Then, Your Plan will fall into place without all my unnecessary nest-building. You will lead me to the perfect place.
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L, after hearing his Daddy explain about the birds was able to give us plenty of reasons why the birds didn't need to be in the garage after all. "Number one, the eggs might get too hot. Number two, the birds wouldn't have enough water if we're gone....and so on all the way to Nana's house and through number 8..."a spider might cover the nest with a web."
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