The other day I was pulling Abby onto the couch and I said, "Climb aboard!" And she finished with, "me hearties!"
Jack will now pick up his old diaper, walk over to the kitchen, and dump it in the garbage can. Likes to keep things tidy!
I had to convince Abby today that our house did not need a purple Christmas tree like the one we saw in Walmart.
Yesterday Abby came up with a new nickname for her brother: "Jumbo Jack."
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Thankfulness
What am I thankful for? I found myself asking that question tonight, as we had testimony and praise time at our church for evening service. So many things - the major ones jumping to my head immediately: God, husband, kids, family, church, living in America, etc. I don't have anything else profound to add to that list actually, and even if I kept thinking about this topic for hours on end, I probably wouldn't come up with anything clever or unique to bless or encourage you. However, I think that I am finally beginning to grasp that I really don't deserve any of those things. I deserve hell. And I have heaven. And a lot of other things. It is simply because of God's grace that I have anything at all. I am a good person, but I am still a sinner. Sinners do not deserve anything from God. But He has given me everything. My being a good person does not earn extra gifts from God, because I live in His Grace and not in my own good merit.
So, this thanksgiving I hope to keep this in mind, and know that however long or short my list of things to be thankful turns out, all of them are undeserved gifts from God.
So, this thanksgiving I hope to keep this in mind, and know that however long or short my list of things to be thankful turns out, all of them are undeserved gifts from God.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Day old doughnuts
You know, it occurred to me the other day that blogs are kind of like doughnuts, or around here, donuts. When you first put something up it's so cool and fresh and yummy, kind of like a donut. When you see it you think, ooh, wow, that's yummy. Even the next day they are still good. The third day they're getting a little crispy but it works in a pinch. By the next week, you don't even want to see those donuts anymore. They're stale and you're dying for fresh ones. That's how I feel about blogs. So, sorry about the stale donuts lately...
My Walmart adventures continue. Or, maybe I should say, my Walmart potty adventures continue. Today we went to the family bathroom to change Jack - who soaked through a couple layers - and Abby just had to go while we were in there. Abby has never met a public bathroom she didn't like or have to use that exact minute. I think it's a personal challenge for her to use one every time we go out. "No bathroom left behind," is kind of her thinking. Anyways, I'm dealing with poopy boy on the changing table, and all of a sudden the timer on the toilet thought that Abby had been taking too long and flushed automatically. You would have got the same reaction from Abby if she had been struck by lightning. She jumped off the toilet so fast and started screaming at the top of her lungs. This might not have been the most compassionate thought I could have had at the moment, but all I could think was "please, Lord, don't let the people who have been waiting 20 minutes for this bathroom think that I am in here giving her a spanking!" Anyway, it's kind of hard to comfort a child without any underwear on, so she finally calmed down and we concluded that it was okay not to go potty on that particular toilet today. I think the toilet had betrayed her trust, and I do not think we will be using that particular one for a long, long time. But never fear, there are plenty of others, as no doubt Abby will try to give them all a fighting chance.
My Walmart adventures continue. Or, maybe I should say, my Walmart potty adventures continue. Today we went to the family bathroom to change Jack - who soaked through a couple layers - and Abby just had to go while we were in there. Abby has never met a public bathroom she didn't like or have to use that exact minute. I think it's a personal challenge for her to use one every time we go out. "No bathroom left behind," is kind of her thinking. Anyways, I'm dealing with poopy boy on the changing table, and all of a sudden the timer on the toilet thought that Abby had been taking too long and flushed automatically. You would have got the same reaction from Abby if she had been struck by lightning. She jumped off the toilet so fast and started screaming at the top of her lungs. This might not have been the most compassionate thought I could have had at the moment, but all I could think was "please, Lord, don't let the people who have been waiting 20 minutes for this bathroom think that I am in here giving her a spanking!" Anyway, it's kind of hard to comfort a child without any underwear on, so she finally calmed down and we concluded that it was okay not to go potty on that particular toilet today. I think the toilet had betrayed her trust, and I do not think we will be using that particular one for a long, long time. But never fear, there are plenty of others, as no doubt Abby will try to give them all a fighting chance.
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