It has been a whole semester since I last blogged. We've had a good, but busy fall - a move, home renovation, visits from different sets of family, and well -life. So, with everything going on, blogging has fallen thru the cracks, and unfortunately, I haven't written down some of the "most memorables" from the past several months. And, since birthing three children, even if something makes the "most memorable" list, if it isn't written down, I rarely remember!
In an effort to record a small fraction of the wonderfully real and innocent conversations I am blessed with day in and day out, I thought I'd write down the two most recent...before they leave my memory like all the others...
Yesterday, Ace's preschool class hosted a birthday party for Jesus. We had been talking about it for a few weeks and Elyse knew that she was going to the party too. She kept mentioning it in "small talk" with friends and perfect strangers. We purchased a gift for Jesus (diapers for the local pregnancy center), baked cookies, and Ace prepared some songs. It was clear, although Austin was excited, Elyse's enthusiasm took the cake.
Yesterday, as Elyse and I prepared to get in the car to head to school, she ran upstairs to get one last thing. As I put her in her car seat she said, "Mom, I got my camera so I can take a picture of baby Jesus at His birthday party!"
Several thoughts ran thru my head and we discussed how Jesus wasn't actually going to be there, because he's in heaven with God (to which she said she'd get a picture of Jesus and God), but after I chuckled a bit and tried to clear things up so I didn't have a completely disappointed 2-year-old and the coinciding tantrum, I smiled and realized she is definitely focused on Jesus' birthday more than Santa and all the presents she would like!
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Tonight as I was brushing Austin's teeth, I said to him, "It's almost Jesus' birthday! But, who's birthday comes before Jesus'?"
Instead of the expected response, "Daddy," (I should know by now not to have any expectations for Austin's responses...), Austin shouted and spat some toothpaste all over me, "John the Baptist!"
Ha! He's right, I guess...funny kid!
