Sunday Morning

Nathan really hurt his lip. I mean, really hurt it. He was playing on the floor pushing a race car. Somehow the plastic bugs were involved in this particular race. Unfortunately, Mr. Grasshopper got caught under the car that he was pushing and made his arm stop. Well, when Nathan pushes a car, it's serious business. He had so much momentum going that when his arm stopped, his whole body continued forward until his lip met the ground. I saw the whole thing happen, but it's one of those things where you don't comprehend what's happening until it's done and there's blood on the floor and fat lip. I felt so bad for him. He hurt his two front teeth, cut the gums, and talked with a big fat lip for 2 days. Anyway, Sunday morning, Daddy was going to be talking in church to the people about London. Daddy asked Nathan if he wanted him to pray for his lip before church started. He said yes. Then Daddy asked Nathan if he could pray for Daddy while he talked to the people. He said yes he would. He also said he would ask his teacher to pray for him. Then he came to me and asked me, "Mommy, do you want me to pray for you today in class?" It was so sweet! I see things that he does and hear things that he says and I really think that he is beginning to understand salvation and that God is real and prayer changes things. I love that boy!

Secret Recipe

I made mashed potatoes tonight. Rylan was hesitant to eat them. Apparently, he explained, he's tried them before and he doesn't like them. Well, that doesn't fly in our house....so needless to say he tried them. After his first taste he said, "You know, I've tried these before, but didn't like them. And this time they're really good." I told him that's because I make them a special way and use a special ingredient. And he replied, "Oh, I'm going to need to figure that one out before I have kids!"

I Don't Even Know You Anymore

One of the things that I guess I will be facing for the rest of my life, at least while the 3 boys are in the house, is burping at the table. (Among other bodily functions that are not allowed.) Rylan, in particular, has become very robust with his burps. He can even do them on command now. This is a problem at the table. We understand that sometimes things slip out, but we expect an "Excuse me" to be said and for him to acknowledge that he should have tried a little harder to keep that one in. Tonight, Rylan let a burp come tumbling out and didn't say anything about it. Daddy said, "Rylan, you don't even say excuse me anymore. You're getting bad at that." Nathan, seizing the opportunity, said "Yeah, Rylan. I don't even know you anymore."

Lunchbox Letters

Today is Rylan's first day of school. As I lovingly prepared his peanut butter and jelly sandwich, a favorite of Rylan's, I wrote on the napkin "I love you. Have a great 1st day of school," as so many moms that have gone before me have done. Since he's not reading everything yet, I showed him the note. I told him what is said. In the background, Ryan said, "My mom used to write notes to me in my lunchbox." I told Rylan that my mom did the same thing for me when I was a little girl. He said, "And now you're doing it for me!" And he looked at me and smiled and said, "I like it!" Aww...my heart melted. Good luck on your first day Rylan! I love you!