Zana apparently prayed for the snack in Sunday School. It made quite an impression.
After seeing Finding Nemo with friends, a bad mommy moment as she was just too little, she prayed fervently for months and months thanking God for making sharks and for the fact that they were not in our house. She would then check with me to ensure that this fact remained solidly true.
"Yep, no sharks in our house. Only in the ocean and in aquariums." I had to add aquariums for our factual police in the form of her older brother.
Recently we read a book about moths and butterflies by Nic Bishop. If you check it out don't miss his amazing adventure photographing a caterpillar who makes itself look like a snake.
Now Zana prays thanking the Father for making her and everybody who comes to our house (we have had quite a few house guests this summer) and thanking Him for the Beee-ooo-ti-fill Butterflies. That starts a list of other things beeootifill. Her prayers can be lengthy. Every once and awhile we get a prayer full of thanksgiving for the blood of Jesus. This is apparently what her Sunday School class got. All about Jesus dying and now living and taking our sins and for church and for His blood. The Sunday School Teachers looked a little daunted when they mentioned her prayer. I don't blame them the age gap in their class is so broad that while Zana chatters away about salvation and atonement found in Jesus her classmate is still in nappies.
She is full of surprises. Right now she likes to hold up four fingers adamantly and state that it is three. She thinks she can change this small truth. She is sure and steadfast and thankfully Abe joins me in helping her see the light on this mathematical hiccup.
"I will leave da packback outisde, okay boys! Make sure no human body TAYkes it. Okay Boys?!
I have to go potty not poop. Poop goes in the toilet. Okay boys!"
This was yelled at Hubster and Abe and the neighborhood at will. We are a live out loud family. Tonight after dinner in the setting sun perfect light we took out our soft balls for our favorite game. Hubster and I throw the balls at the kids as they run back and forth yelling. Actually we are all yelling at the tops of our lungs and laughing our heads off. I joined late and so entered into the fray on the opposing side. Much to our amusement my Hubster could not hit me. Zucchinis yes! Fence yes! A smoldering smack against the garage wall. And then, WHAM Zana caught one in the face. Horror!
After a drama of dramas we all settled. Perhaps tonight Zana will thank the Lord for balls and for being able to play with them gently. One never knows what she is talking to God about but thankfully she is full of gratitude. For the good and the bad. The sharks and the butterflies.
After seeing Finding Nemo with friends, a bad mommy moment as she was just too little, she prayed fervently for months and months thanking God for making sharks and for the fact that they were not in our house. She would then check with me to ensure that this fact remained solidly true.
"Yep, no sharks in our house. Only in the ocean and in aquariums." I had to add aquariums for our factual police in the form of her older brother.
Recently we read a book about moths and butterflies by Nic Bishop. If you check it out don't miss his amazing adventure photographing a caterpillar who makes itself look like a snake.
Now Zana prays thanking the Father for making her and everybody who comes to our house (we have had quite a few house guests this summer) and thanking Him for the Beee-ooo-ti-fill Butterflies. That starts a list of other things beeootifill. Her prayers can be lengthy. Every once and awhile we get a prayer full of thanksgiving for the blood of Jesus. This is apparently what her Sunday School class got. All about Jesus dying and now living and taking our sins and for church and for His blood. The Sunday School Teachers looked a little daunted when they mentioned her prayer. I don't blame them the age gap in their class is so broad that while Zana chatters away about salvation and atonement found in Jesus her classmate is still in nappies.
She is full of surprises. Right now she likes to hold up four fingers adamantly and state that it is three. She thinks she can change this small truth. She is sure and steadfast and thankfully Abe joins me in helping her see the light on this mathematical hiccup.
"I will leave da packback outisde, okay boys! Make sure no human body TAYkes it. Okay Boys?!
I have to go potty not poop. Poop goes in the toilet. Okay boys!"
This was yelled at Hubster and Abe and the neighborhood at will. We are a live out loud family. Tonight after dinner in the setting sun perfect light we took out our soft balls for our favorite game. Hubster and I throw the balls at the kids as they run back and forth yelling. Actually we are all yelling at the tops of our lungs and laughing our heads off. I joined late and so entered into the fray on the opposing side. Much to our amusement my Hubster could not hit me. Zucchinis yes! Fence yes! A smoldering smack against the garage wall. And then, WHAM Zana caught one in the face. Horror!
After a drama of dramas we all settled. Perhaps tonight Zana will thank the Lord for balls and for being able to play with them gently. One never knows what she is talking to God about but thankfully she is full of gratitude. For the good and the bad. The sharks and the butterflies.
Loved this!!! My roomie loved the story of Abe punching the witch on the shirt in the store :) Many laughs today thanks to your kiddos. Love you.
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