Tonight, we were driving around scoping out playgrounds in the area since the weather is beginning to really feel like spring and the kids need to get out and work off their energy. I was driving, which I hardly ever do when Tim is along and tonight I remembered why. Our drive went something like this:
Tim: “You’re driving like a gramma.”
Tim: “Slow down!”
Tim: “Stay in your lane.”
Really, I was re-living my driver’s ed days all over again. *lol* As I rolled up to a stop sign and put on my blinker to make a right turn, I just glided into the turn without completely stopping (I’m sure you’ve never done that!) Tim, of course, reminded me, “That was a stop sign that you just blew right through, honey.” Then we heard Savannah say from the backseat, “Did I miss it? Was the stop sign blue?”
I spent an hour or so grocery shopping last night and at about 8:45 received a call from a Dad who was “all-played out” and asking how soon I would be home. The kids really know how to wear Tim out and take full advantage of the hour or so before they go to bed. I made it home in time to put the kids to bed. As I was helping Savannah, I asked her if she had fun with her Dad tonight.
“Oh yes!” She said with a big smile and a giggle.
“Isn’t he the best dad in the whole wide world?” I asked her.
“Oh yes!” and then she added with a big grin, “He’s also a nutcracker!”
Hmmmm…I wouldn’t have thought to put it that way. Crazy nut…maybe. But nutcracker? Well, whatever works. I got the point. Dad is a crazy, funny, goofy guy that doesn’t mind getting sat on, wrestled with, played with until he’s short of breath and ready to fall over. Isn’t that what being a Dad is all about?
Did you know that there is a baby store? Where all the babies live? And that the married people go to the baby store in the country and get their babies? No? Me either. That is, until Savannah informed me of this phenomenon a few minutes ago. I wish I had known it was that easy!
isn’t so little anymore. Josiah is a great big 2 year old with lots of spunk and plenty of love. He is a such a good-natured boy that when he does get an attitude it takes us by surprise. He talks a whole bunch, but most of it only he can understand. The other day I asked, “what?” when he gave me a vital piece of information in Josiah-talk and he very slowly enunciated the “word” as if saying it r-e-a-l-l-y slowly would help me to understand. It didn’t.
One of the things he has been saying for several months is “I do!” when we ask him if he would like something. For example, “Josiah, do you want something to eat?” “I do!” It is so cute! When he first started it sounded more like “Uh-do”. He loves to eat — in fact, I think he must be going through a growth spurt because he is constantly asking me, “food now?” Honestly, the other day when he woke up from his nap he had his eyes closed with a very a sleepy look on his face. He was in the stage between half-asleep and half-awake and yet what was the first think he said? “Food, now?” He ends everything with the word “now”. “bye-bye now” “go now” “food now” etc. It’s in a questioning not demanding tone and sounds so sweet that I’m truly not looking forward to him phrasing his questions properly.
He is still the most demonstrative out of both my children with his affections. At bedtime if you give him a hug on one side of the cheek you have to give him another on the other side, too. “Uv you, too” is what he will tell us all the way down the hallway to his bedroom.
He plays well with Savannah for the most part. He gets to be her dog, or her son, or her horse, or whatever she is in the mood for. He is getting to the age where he wants to be possessive of his toys and this is the area that we struggle with the most…sharing. I wish that children came with a switch that you could flip to teach them to share. He is also the only one who has colored on the wall. I have no idea why he did it but I don’t think he’ll be doing it again!
Here’s our great big little guy enjoying a weekend at Grandma’s. :0)
Playing with cars that daddy used to play with when he was a boy.
Picking his toes…gotta get rid of that pesky fuzz!
Yesterday was a rough morning for me. Why does the devil always seem to attack at about 9:15 on Sunday morning? Oh yes. Because we’re on our way to church. Suddenly, from the back seat, Savannah piped up in a happy-little-girl-voice saying, “Today is such a beautiful day, isn’t it?” “Well,” said Tim, “it’s a bit chilly and cloudy out there.” Looking out my window I saw a gray sky covered in clouds. It was 34 degrees with not a ray of sunshine to be seen. Savannah stopped me in my tracks when she said, “Yes, but the clouds are so pretty!”
Even when my way seems clouded and dreary, Savannah showed me again how important it is to remember that God is in complete control.
These things I have spoken unto you, that in me ye might have peace. In the world ye shall have tribulation: but be of good cheer; I have overcome the world. John 16:33
Tonight I attended a funeral of a young boy that Tim and I had the privilege of meeting several years ago. He loved life with an enthusiasm that evades most people their entire lives. He lived with autism, but had such joy for just being able to live life to its fullest. Every time I saw him he would give me the biggest hug ever….that’s what I will remember when I think of him. He loved his mom and dad, brothers and sister so much and wasn’t afraid to show it. He often told those who were special to him, “I so very love you!” The funeral was held at a church in our area and they played this song during the video montage. I couldn’t help but cry because the words were just so fitting for Jacob. He is finally free now. He is running the streets of gold, I have no doubt! If only I could live every day with the zest, endurance and pure love that He had.
WISH YOU WERE HERE
Verse 1
I wanted to tell you how closely I’ve kept,
The memories of you in my heart.
And all of the lifetimes that we’ve had to share,
Live even though we’re apart.
But don’t cry for me,
‘Cause I’m finally free.
Chorus:
To run with the angels
On streets made of gold,
To listen to stories of saints new and old,
To worship our Maker,
That’s where I’ll be,
When you finally find me.
Verse 2
Now don’t you be weary cause waiting for you,
Are wonders that you’ve never known.
Just hold on to Jesus, reach out for His hands,
And one day they’ll welcome you home.
And that’s when you’ll be,
Finally Free
Finally Free
Chorus
And all of the dreams that you treasure,
Will soon come together.
And that’s when your sorrow will find tomorrow ,
And you will rise again.
Yes, that’s right. We here in Southeastern Wisconsin are celebrating Resurrection Sunday in a big way this year — with 8-14 inches of snow! It has been coming down all day with no end in sight and we probably have at least 6 inches in the driveway already. Savannah is probably the only one who is happy about this because she’ll get to build the snowman that she’s been waiting for all winter and *ahem* spring. I’ll try to add some pictures to this post later today because I’m sure you haven’t seen enough pictures of snow on my blog already this year. {sigh}
I know I haven’t posted in forever but don’t expect anything earth-shattering here. It’s just a fluff-for-fun post. Try it and tell me what your score is!
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Savannah has a problem. She told me yesterday that there was a “crocodile up my nose and that’s why it hurts.” I don’t think our insurance covers that.
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I spent an hour or so grocery shopping last night and at about 8:45 received a call from a Dad who was “all-played out” and asking how soon I would be home. The kids really know how to wear Tim out and take full advantage of the hour or so before they go to bed. I made it home in time to put the kids to bed. As I was helping Savannah, I asked her if she had fun with her Dad tonight.
isn’t so little anymore. Josiah is a great big 2 year old with lots of spunk and plenty of love. He is a such a good-natured boy that when he does get an attitude it takes us by surprise. He talks a whole bunch, but most of it only he can understand. The other day I asked, “what?” when he gave me a vital piece of information in Josiah-talk and he very slowly enunciated the “word” as if saying it r-e-a-l-l-y slowly would help me to understand. It didn’t. 
