I was sitting here working on some pictures for a family I will refer to as the supermodel family. Seriously, they were all gorgeous. Much like the Powell family, except very different. :-) Anyway, I'm working away, thinking the girls are asleep as Willy plays the Wii and, all of a sudden, Delaney emerges from her room. In her hand is her token. (Sidenote, as a way of really cutting down on the amount of times the girls came out of their rooms, I made them each a very sparkly, fun token with their name on it. They are allowed to use the token once a night to come out of their room. Once the token has been used, they are not allowed out anymore. Of course, Addy has found a way around this by saying, "I AM GOING TO PEE PEE IN MY BED. PLEASE LET ME OUT ANYWAY." Of course, this sends me flying to her room . . . after all, who wants to change pee-pee sheets? Meanwhile, she most often does not need to go, so we have had to (gasp) spank her if she comes out on false pretenses. Spare the rod, spoil the child, right? Hey, don't think me harsh . . . please come and meet my stubborn-as-the-day-is-long child first.) Anyway, Delaney sweetly says, "I wanted to use my token to come out and give you a hug and a kiss." There are still tears in my eyes. Is that just precious? Who is going to refuse that? I just didn't want to forget that she did that.
Meanwhile, I also didn't want to forget about Addy's Jesus episode in the bathtub. I put Addy in the tub tonight, and then I put in a plastic baby doll that we have used before. Addy begins to FREAK OUT (not very unusual), and I try to figure out why. Then she exclaims, "MOM! THAT'S THE JESUS BABY. DON'T PUT THE JESUS BABY IN THE BATHTUB. GET HIM OUT." And then I realize . . . that is the baby that I take with me to Community Bible Study (CBS) on Wednesdays to tell the Bible stories. We've been studying Hannah and Samuel so I've used the baby for a few weeks now. Apparently, the baby is now holy.
I have been quite a poor blogger lately . . . It's just been a busy week or so for us and, well, the blog has taken a back seat. I mean, things like feeding my children, cleaning the potties, washing a couple hundred loads of laundry . . . nothing glamourous, but it must be done.
Speaking of back seats, I was loading the girls into the car on Thursday evening, when Delaney got a very deep, thoughtful look on her face and said the following to me. May I set the scene? You see, every time we get in the car, the girls like to put a band-aid on a non-existent boo-boo. It's just what they do. I don't know why. But it makes them happy, especially Addy. As Delaney is unwrapping her band-aid, she says, (AND I QUOTE), "Hey Mom. Guess what? If you put a band-aid on one side of your bum and then let it cross the line (your bum crack, people) over to the other side of your bum, your stinky (poop, people) wouldn't be able to come out." It took me a moment to register what she had said. And then, laughter erupted and Delaney couldn't figure out why. After all, it was a brilliant thought, right? It obviously had taken a lot of brain power to come up with that one. And then we all laughed. And laughed. And laughed. Something we had needed to do all day, since I was determined to give away both Addy and Delaney earlier that day. Not really, of course, but stapling my head to the floor was a great option up until that point. We've had a lot of those days lately. But, in the midst of those days, isn't God awesome to give you things to laugh about.
So laugh. That's funny stuff.
