Saturday Funnies

On our way to Ohio for a family reunion, I tell the girls that I don't think their cousin Cole will want to play babies..
Paige: Cole can be the dad.
Brooklyn: Cole doesn't like to be the dad.
Paige: Yeah, he likes to be the dog.
Brooklyn: Well, he's not a very good dog.

Brooklyn wants Paige to read her a story on our way home from Ohio.
Brooklyn: Please will you read me The Magic School bus?
Paige: No, it's too long.
Brooklyn: Fine then. Just read me the New Testament.

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They Speak

I have a friend who does a weekly post of the crazy things her kids say. While I am not committing to do this on a regular basis, my little's have had quite a few good ones lately. Maybe this will add a little sunshine to a rainy day. Me: Are you excited to go to the beach next week? Brooklyn: No. Me: Why not? Brooklyn: The crabs. (Leaving the park in a rush after it started raining) Paige: Mom, is it hard to take care of three kids? Me: Why? Does it look hard? Paige: No. Emerson: Me a boy. Me: What is mommy? Emerson: Mommy a girl. Me: What is Daddy? Emerson: Daddy a monkey! (Brooklyn was watching me clean out the seeds of a cantaloupe) Brooklyn: Ew! That is a gross job! Will I have to do that when I'm a mom? If she only knew the grossness that lay ahead!

Changed

I suck at prayer. If you need someone to pray for you, I'm probably not your girl. Sure, I'll say I'll do it. I'll even have good intentions to get it done. But I won't. The light will turn green, the kids will yell, the phone will ring and I will forget. Every time. My personal prayer life isn't much better. It's embarrassing to say, but I'm too rushed, tired, and distracted. The thought of prayer seldom crosses my mind. Apparently, God has been noticing. In the past few months I have found myself on the outskirts of situation after situation that lead me straight to my knees. Not a passing "Please God work in that situation" way, but a "My words have run dry and still I pray" kind of way. I have prayed myself to sleep and then awoken with an urgency to pray again. I have wept as I pleaded with God to work miracles. I have prayed that God's hand would be seen and I have prayed that Satan's lies would ...

So Many Thoughts....

I'm not sure if I should laugh, cry, call a counselor, or buy another parenting book.

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