Yes. That's right. He's playing IN the street AND behind a car. For this, I am awarded the MOM OF THE YEAR award. It's a highly sought after award, and I have been in the running now for a long time. I was nominated in many categories.....such as best breakfast award (cookies) Where is your child? award (on the street corner wrapped in a blanket) but this one takes the cake. He had fun though and that's what counts, right?!
You have to give me some credit though. It was raining and there was a river running down the street. He was behind his Dad's car, which was parked and going nowhere. This kid loves to play in water, he's a magnet.
He's also been pretty sick this week. First he came down with strep throat....even without tonsils, strep fought....and won. Then a few days later he came down with the stomach bug. I got the phone call every mom dreads (okay, maybe just me) "COME HOME NOW BRODY IS PUKING EVERYWHERE!" Fabulous.
I'm blaming the strep, but being the freak of nature that I am, I sanitized the entire house 14 times and texted my husband (who was home with him) every 15 minutes asking if he washed his hands. I am well aware of where my sanity level is when it comes to puking.
Chloe has a favorite seat at the kitchen table. It doesn't matter what is on the table (a Civil War reenactment thanks to Baylor) she just plops her butt down and stares out the window.
She and her partner in crime Macey, have managed to escape FIVE times already this week. We still can't figure out how they're doing it, but if you see two beagles running down the middle of the street headed East, they're probably ours.
Brody was feeling well enough to practice his terrorist in training moves. (I kid) I really wonder what people think when they drive by our house.
Brody's first soccer practice....he wore his shin guards for a week before. He had a blast and every time he would run down the field he would stop and wave and give us a thumbs up! We may have to discuss focusing on the ball later.
The LORD is good to those whose hope is in him, to the one who seeks him; it is good to wait quietly for the salvation of the LORD.
Sometimes it takes the innocence and faith of a small child to show you what you really need to be doing. To show you what you need to be focusing on. When the storms of life take you on an unexpected turn and you try to run for cover, when what you really need to do is learn how to dance in the rain. Just take it from this dude....yes, the dude with the orange face.
This little guy has such an innocence (most of the time) and carefree joy that is contagious. He loves to pray at dinner. It's usually something along the lines of...."Thank you God for the cars and that Baylor didn't hit me and for the cookies in the cookie jar, amen." We smile and tell him what a good job he did. Last week, this crazy joyful child on one of his random prayer rants, stopped me in my tracks. He prayed his usual dinnertime prayer, thanking God for ants and popcorn and cheese, but at the end of his prayer he added a significant phrase.
God you are so good.
Did that just come out of the mouth of this child? He's right. It was like I had been smacked upside the head with a two by four. He wouldn't be worrying or panicking about what the storm of life is pouring on us right now, he would be dancing in the rain....and he was right.
God is so good.
It took the faith of a small child and those simple words to really put things in perspective.
In case you haven't figured out, if you have little guys in the house....EVERYTHING is a weapon. You take the weapon away....and something else becomes the weapon. Some of our favorite weapons include cheese sticks, crusts of bread, hair brushes and brooms. Never fear, this isn't a real gun. Our little army man created a fort and proceeded to cross enemy lines wearing the proper head gear of course.
We've lived in the Mt.Vernon/Lisbon area for almost 9 years and have yet to set foot in the local bowling alley. (Sad, I know) So on Saturday we decided to give it a whirl and we had a blast (minus the part where Brody threw himself to the ground and melted into a puddle of screaming boy) That part...not so much fun.