I want to be like my kids when I grow up.
We've been talking about ISIS lately and what is happening to Christians in other countries. Specifically, children who love Jesus enough to die for Him. The boys were discussing this right before prayer time the other night.
Caleb: Yes!!!!! I want to die!!! I GET TO SEE JESUS!!!!!!
Ethan: No. We can't die yet. We need to tell others about Jesus.
Yeah, so I just sat there in silence. My kids, no worries, no what would happen to me? Just complete elation to see Jesus and the other the job that needs to be done. Man. I want to be like them when I grow up.
The Ten Commandments
Last week we went to the park while Ethan played soccer. Caleb hit a little girl. I didn't see it, but I knew it was him because he WILLINGLY went and apologized to her when I told him to. (Please understand, Caleb does not WILLINGLY apologize to anyone.) So even though I asked him if he hit her and he said, "No I didn't do it," and "She hit me in the back" I knew that the truth was not being told. I let that one slide about lying. For one, I was at the park surrounded by people, 2, monumental step forward for him not throwing a fit to say sorry to a complete stranger, and 3, I had a baby strapped to my chest and a two year old running around my feet.
The next night all 3 are in the tub. We have the color tablets and I have a rule that only one or two get to go in the tub a night. We don't need brown water, it's dirty enough. So, when I spilled them and turn around to start picking them up Caleb jumps out of the tub and grabs another and quickly throws it in the tub. Then, he tells on himself (guilty conscience).
Caleb: I put another one in. (Now quickly) One of those fell in the tub.
Me: Caleb, you are lying. That is not the truth. That does not make God happy, that is breaking one of the ten commandments...we have our talk. Caleb, that is two times that I have caught you lying. More discipline talk.
Caleb: tantrum in tub
Ethan: Mom, you need to show grace to Caleb. Remember, Jesus shows us grace and you should show him some grace.
Me: Ethan, Caleb is lying. I love him too much the let him sin. He has to learn that he can't lie.
Caleb: continue fit
Ethan to Caleb: Ethan gives him a big lesson on discipline and ends with this: "You won't want to sin anymore and Mom loves you and wants to teach you not to sin."
At this point I think Ethan should be the parent.
Linley Claire has dropped taking her paci. She just forgot about it one night and I never mentioned it because I knew it was somewhere OUTSIDE and there was no way I was going to look around outside at 9 at night for a paci. I mean, I did that last week, I'm not going to do it again this week. So, she's only asked for it a few times. I mean, wow. God blessed me with this answer to prayer. Now I'm moving on to potty training. Here's to hoping she does it by herself...there is always a chance right?
Turkey break
Our steer decided to wreak havoc on the turkey pen. So they are out now. I'm not a big fan of the turkeys, let's leave it at that. Last night I was taking Caleb to soccer practice and I drive by our neighbors house and out of the corner of my eye I see some huge birds on top of their car. Is it a crane? Hmm, that's weird. Then, I turn and I see it:
Those are our turkeys on top of their car. Holy cow. So naturally I call John. He is dealing with Abigail so I turn around and go back and deal with them. I start hysterically waving my arms and they just stare at me. I grab a stick and try to shew them and they turn their backs to me, I throw the stick and it sticks in the feathers. For crying out loud, help a girl out here. I grab a long stick and am running around the car poking them trying to get them off. As I am doing this, they are pooping quarter cups fulls of poop all over the top of their car. Are you kidding me? I finally get the female off and then I start poking at Tom. Tom, the one with the black beard and on the hood, is kind of arrogant and likes to strut his stuff. I have to say I was running on the other side of the car to get back to the van making sure he wasn't chasing me.
I get back in the van, Caleb is in the middle next to Linley watching all of this go down. I wonder what he thinks in his head about me? We start heading to soccer practice. I call John. He asks me if I tried to get them to head back to our house. And that's a negative. Last time I saw them they were headed to the big road, and honestly, I wasn't about to stop them. We make it to soccer after all of this and low and behold, soccer is CANCELLED. Now Linley Claire is throwing a fit because she wants to go to soccer practice. Bless her. She's two. Soccer is for Caleb. We get home after this thirty minute rendezvous and John has the turkeys back in the pen and Abigail asleep. At least that's accomplished. I talked to our neighbors this morning and apologized and offered the boys' services of cleaning the car but they had already done it (it's 10 in the morning!! holy cow!!) and she was wondering what it was on there. Squirrel, cat? I don't know why she wouldn't right off the bat think of turkeys. I mean, that's only natural.
*If you want two midget white turkeys, John has them listed on craigslist. I'm sure we will give you a good deal for them!*
*If you want two midget white turkeys, John has them listed on craigslist. I'm sure we will give you a good deal for them!*
Just a few of the blessings going on around here and I wouldn't change a thing, Well, except for the pooping turkeys, but what would one of my blogs be without a little bit of poop?
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