Thursday, September 30, 2010
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Anyway.......tonight I had a little snuggle with my daughter. And played a game of "Which Do You Prefer?". In Which Do You Prefer, a silly game we started years ago, we give each other two things and ask which thing we prefer. Simple.
So tonight I asked her the usual. Which do you prefer.....roses or tulips? Gumballs or cherry candies? Lime green or orange? The rules are simple....if you can't answer then the game is over. After tiring my brain out trying to think of more unique things to pin her on, I finally told her it was her turn to ask me which I preferred.
What does the turkey ask?
Which do you prefer.......Hannah or Seth?
The game was over.
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Maybe I'm just a proud mama, but I do think it has a Japanese sound to it (having listened with her last week).
I am very, very proud of my daughter.
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Saturday, September 11, 2010
My heart was glad and I smiled. I realized that he must have snuck out in the middle of the night to his *secret hiding place* in order for me to see this when I woke up. I found out later that his *secret hiding place* was out on the deck. Since it had rained nonstop for two days, the deck was left vacant and thus a safe place. I smiled as I imagined him creeping out onto the cold deck in the middle of the night to retrieve my prize.
This trait is one of the sweetest things about my husband.
While driving in the car the other night, I told both of the kids that daddy and I will be married eleven years on Saturday. My ever-inquisitive son piped up and said:
"Then Hannah came along? Then me?"
Tears came to my eyes. "Yes, Seth. You and Hannah are God's gifts to daddy and I," I answered.
I sit in awe of the last eleven years. There has been some extremely tough times when I didn't know if we would make it, as I am sure there are in most marriages. But tonight I have a grateful heart. I am married to a man who wasn't raised to have kindness. I am married to man who was taught to fight back hard or else you would be trampled on. I am married to a man who didn't have birthday parties and where birthdays were more of a verbal comment than anything else. Yet, through eleven years, I have seen him strive to be kind, because it's not his natural tendency. I have seen him learning to bite his tongue and not fight me back when I wanted to do nothing but fight.
And I am married to man who makes national holidays out of every special occasion in our family and perfected them to a fine art. He could actually teach seminars to other men on "how to make your family supremely happy on their special days". He could show men how to make their wive's day on a very limited budget.
So, eleven years later, we are both still growing. Still striving to improve our relationship and our walk with God. We are not stagnating.
And I am so very thankful for this man that I married.
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Notice all the animals on my son's bed? Every night, he has to lay them in this EXACT order beside him. EVERY NIGHT. If he can't find one (which happens often enough) I have a hard time settling him down enough to go to sleep. I think he has a teeny wee bit of OCD.
He was such a wonderful little guy at church tonight. He snuggled down in my arms, turned my ear to his lips so he could properly whisper:
"Thank you God for giving me such a wonderful mom."
How simply sweet and heart melting is that? To top it off, he stroked my cheek and said:
"Mom, you have such squishy cheeks," (like squishy cheeks was a wonderful trait - and actually the first time I didn't mind having squishy cheeks) and "your cheeks are so kissable." Yes, he actually said that to his mother. Can you imagine how on earth I'm going to cope when he's older?
We are currently looking for a home on a deserted island.
He had two new questions for me as well.
"Mom, how do you know when dogs are laughing?" (which I think I know the answer for) and,
"Do fish have hearts?"
We haven't searched out the exact answers yet, but I find myself thoroughly enjoying his questions.
Today, my mother's heart is mush for my boy.