Thursday, September 24, 2009

This little guy just brightens my day. He's such a happy little boy, and almost always lights up with a gigantic smile and a giggle when I talk to him. Every time I see his precious grin I am reminded of the great responsibility we have before us as parents. God has entrusted this little life to Aric and me for such a short time, as life is but a vapor that is here today and gone tomorrow. So, I pray that we would never take a moment of his (or Hannah's) life for granted. If our children learn anything from us, let it be that our confidence is in the Lord alone, and He is our treasure above all other things. Hannah and Gideon, this is my prayer for you tonight...

"The LORD bless you and keep you;
the LORD make his face shine upon you
and be gracious to you;
the LORD turn his face toward you
and give you peace."
Numbers 6:24-26




Wednesday, September 23, 2009

"A Toilet is not a bathtub for baby..."

Sweet... but you can't trust her for a second!


In the last several weeks, my once very easy and predictable little girl, has discovered her independence. I used to know what she was doing at all times, even if I couldn't see her. Last night I realized I can no longer trust her for more than a second. I was in the middle of eating dinner and feeding Gideon, when I heard Hannah on our bed, which is not unusual. She likes to climb onto our bed and then yell, "Mommy, I on the bed," in hopes that I'll come in and tickle her. I just listened to her play for a while while I finished what I was doing, and as soon as I had Gideon fed and in bed, I snuck into the bedroom and tackled Hannah for a good tickle session. I was quite surprised when I realized she was soaking wet. She's still in diapers, so I knew it wasn't that kind of accident. But what was it?? So I asked her, "Why are you all wet, Hannah?" To which she proudly replied, "Give da baby a baf, mommy!" At that point I realized that not only was Hannah soaking wet, but so was her baby doll and so was my comforter. I had given Hannah a bath earlier that evening, so even though I knew that wasn't where the water was from, I was still hoping for the best. So, I said, "Where did you give your baby a bath, Hannah?" She happily jumped down and ran into the bathroom. I followed. Then she pointed to the toilet, which was open and had a huge puddle of water around it, and said, "Baf, Mommy!" I didn't know whether to laugh or punish. I did neither. How do you punish a little girl for giving her baby a bath, even if it is in the toilet? So we just cleaned up and I tried to explain to her that the toilet is not a bath for baby, it's a place to go to the potty like a big girl. I'm not sure she understood, but I sure learned my lesson. I wonder how many more lessons there are to learn...