Libby's Prayer

I try very hard not to laugh when a child is praying. First of all, I don't want them to think they are making a mistake - I want them to feel free to pray as they feel. Second, I don't want them to think prayer time is a time for entertainment.

But sometimes it simply cannot be helped and a laugh sneaks out.

Two weeks ago, Libby said the family prayer before bed. It went something like this:

"Heavenly Father (she often forgets this part),

Thank us for the day.

Thank us to sleep good.

Help us to be bed and snuggli.

Thank us to be good.

Thank us to be good.

Thank us to be good.

Thank us to be good.

Thank us to be good.

Thank us to be good.

Thank us to be good.

Thank us to be good.

Thank us to be good.

Thank us to be good.

Thank us to be good.

Thank us to be good.

Thank us to be good.

Thank us to do school.

Thank us to draw things.

Thank us to draw mad face, smoochi face, mad face, smoochi face, mad face, smoochi face, mad face, smoochi face.

In the name of Jesus Christ, Amen."

We all lost it in the end.

Who Did This?

I have a dry erase calendar hanging on the wall. Last evening I noticed someone had erased most of the calendar. I said, "Hey! Who erased my calendar?"

I knew it couldn't be Lincoln because the calendar was too high. I looked at the other three. Isn't it funny how, as a mom, you know which child is guilty just by looking at them?

Maria just laughed because she thought it was silly. She was too relaxed. Nope. Wasn't her.

Hudson immediately said, "I definitely did NOT do that." Don't you love when you ask "who did this" and the answers you get are for the question "who did not do this"? But, no, wasn't him. He would have a guilty grin.

I turned to Libby. She looked cherubic. And it looked fake. I figured I'd better question her.

"Libby, did you do it?"

"No!" she replied.

"Are you sure you didn't do it?"

"It was the bad guys and the ghost!"

Mmm-hmm. Thought it was her.

Where'd My Baby Go?

I was holding Libby today. She is looking so big. I can't believe she's three and, believe me, she acts much older sometimes. I was looking at her, noticing how beautiful she's getting, wondering where the baby went.

"Libby, I can't believe you're so big," I said with a sigh. "Where'd my baby go?"

Libby replied, "In you mouth."

And We're Back

It's been a while, hasn't it? Time just goes by so fast! Especially when spring suddenly appears. We've been spending all our time outside, soaking up that warm sunshine.

These are the "farmers". They are gathering "hay" (grass torn from our lawn) for the "horses" and "cows" and "pigs". I feel like that's an "excessive" amount of "quotation" "marks".

It seems Libby is perpetually digging. She's putting her new birthday gardening tools to good use.

We don't need the actually trampoline in the frame to have fun. Although, a couple days after I took this picture, we did put up the trampoline and the kids have lived on it ever since.

It really has been wonderful out there.

I wish I would write more things down. The kids are saying and doing so many funny things but if I don't write it down immediately it goes right on out of my head. Hudson said more funny things last night at scripture study and I thought, "oh, that's going on the blog." But half an hour later it was lost.

I do remember one thing. Ethan was asking if I wanted to live in such-a-such place and I said, "No way! Don't they have tornadoes?" To which Hudson asked, "What are tormadoes?" Immediately I thought of tornadoes made of tomatoes.