What gets prayers?

We always say a prayer before eating our meals. Generally Isaac says the prayer for us, but sometimes Abigail is eating food on her own and she'll say it. Today Abigail wanted to have a snack between breakfast and lunch. She chose yogurt. I opened it and as she was getting her spoon to eat she looked up at me and said, "Does yogurt get prayers?" I told her that we pray for things we're thankful for and she started listing all the things for which she is thankful. "Yogurt, and milk, and water, and craisins, and chips, and cereal, and strawberries" so I guess all food needs prayers.

Abigail's new dress

I have been wanting to sew a dress for abigail for a while and today I finally did it. To make it extra special I let her make her own shrinky dink buttons to go on it. She decided to go with the hippo buttons.

Birthday Lunch

Jake has started the tradition of coming home to get the kids and taking them out for lunch, just the two of them, for their birthdays. Today is Isaac's birthday lunch and Jake just called to say he was on his way. Isaac was so excited that he wanted to sit out on the front porch to watch for him. While he was out there he started yelling for Abigail. When she went to the window he apparently told her to go upstairs to his room to lookout for Daddy. So she's up there watching out the window and is going to sound the Daddy alarm. I just thought is was so funny that Isaac thought about having a lookout, and that Abigail actually agreed to do it for him.

He was talking to Me

This morning Jake went straight to work instead of his usual early morning gym routine. As a result he got to see Isaac and Indiana before he left. As he was leaving he kissed Isaac, who was snuggling in bed with me at the time, and Jake told him, "I love you." Well I said, "I love you too" and Isaac rolled over and looked at me then said, "Mommy, he was talking to me." When Indiana woke up this morning she rememberd that Daddy had been home too and started asking for him. I am so glad the kids love their daddy.

Isaac's fear

For those who know my son, most would attest that he is pretty fearless. But he is wary of a few things, like meeting a lot of new people and eating lasagna. He is truly afraid of only one thing that we have discovered so far and that is heights. Anything over about six feet off the ground and you can pretty much count him out. He wouldn't even climb our back deck stairs for a long time. Well the other night as Jake was putting him to bed Jake asked Isaac if he wanted to go to heaven, and was more than a little surprised when he said no. So upon further questioning, Isaac admitted that he didn't want to go to heaven because it was too high. Tonight as I put him to bed he asked me how high is heaven. I told him that heaven is where God is and we won't be scared if we're with God.
This got me in deep thought mode. Isn't is scary to think about being apart from God? I pray that my family will all be faithful and we can be in heaven together, no matter how high, or far, or how difficult it may be to get there because where God is is where I want to be and where I want them to be.

When I grow up

While reading the girls their Bible lesson the other night we were reading Prov. chapter 31 and Abigail looked at me and said, "I'm going to be a doctor." I said, "Oh, what kind?" and she replied, "The kind you go to, to have babies. I want to born the babies. I want to born the mommies and daddies and brothers and sisters."

Last night we asked Isaac what he wanted to be when he grew up and he said, "I think I'll be a firefighter." And Abigail said, "Oh, you're going to put out fires and fight? So you aren't going to be a doctor like me."

This morning though Isaac decided to play parent I guess. I cooked a pan of rolls for breakfast and put them out on the table for the kids. As I was getting my computer set up for work, I overheard Isaac tell Indiana, "Now Indiana, that thing you were just doing to us was teasing. Don't tease."

Time to Potty Train?

So when your 18 month old follows her siblings into the bathroom and says, "pee-pee" every time she sees a potty, it's probably time to think about potty training. But when she learns to pull her diaper down and waddle to the potty she's leaving me no choice. This girly is definitely interested in going on the potty. Now, to just get her to figure out how to do it...A few more trips to the bathroom after two cups of milk and perhaps we'll have success. Yay for my girly growing up.