Mommy Moments

Nothing could be finer than to live in Carolina! Where in the same week the kids are out of school because of snow and then that same week, on Saturday they're playing in the sprinkler. Girls in bathing suits, Jacob in the nude or as he calls it, "maked."

Jacob has not been feeling well for 4 days. All he's been saying is, "Momma, up!" over and over and over. I decided yesterday and told him that I was not answering to "Momma" anymore, my new name is "Awesome." So he's been saying "Allsome, Mommy!" It's so wonderful to be called that. I know, I'm brainwashing him, but whatever.

One of his "sickie" days we were home alone and I decided I would start working on tagging some clothes for a consignment sale. I was in the girls room with the attic stairs down because I kept going up and down with stuff. Jacob was actually playing and came into the room to be with me. I was busy tagging things when I realized it was all of a sudden quiet, I thought he'd just left the room, but then I also heard some heavy breathing like he was concentrating hard on something. To my horror, I looked around the room and didn't see him, so I very slowly looked up towards the 12 foot ceiling to find my 2 year old at the TOP of the attic ladder, about to climb into the attic!!! Whoever was praying for me at that moment, thank you, because I did not react normal. I didn't freak out and scream, "NO, NO, DANGER!!!" That would have made him fall for sure. Instead, I calmly climbed the ladder, 4 steps at a time and scooped him up, saying, "Oh, Jacob." When my feet hit the floor, that's when my whole body started to tremble and I said, "No, No, etc., etc." He just cried and said, "Oh, tatti (sorry), Mommy!"

Eliza has started dancing with our Glenwood Dance Team. She loves it. Yesterday I was asking her about it and she told me that God loved to watch them dance. I agreed, yes, you are praising Him when you dance. She said, "Yeah, God is sitting up on His throne watching His little princesses dance." My heart melted at that picture because it's so true. I just hope that all the other little girls who don't have good fathers involved in their lives like Eliza does, can see God the Father as one who looks down in love on His little princesses.

We have big cable for basketball months and so one afternoon I was pooped and turned on HGTV for a few minutes. The kids came swarming in because they heard the TV come on. Psalter was the last to come in and she said, "Oh...is it cooking or fixing?" I had a good chuckle about that one. They sat and watched Design on a Dime with me for at least 30 minutes! That's all for now, Ta-Ta!