Dear Daddy,
I spoke to you by phone only an hour ago, but I was reprimanded by your child as soon as I ended the conversation.
"Mommy, you forgot to tell Daddy about my 'amazing' funny," Jack chided.
"Oh, sorry. I'll tell him in a little bit."
Instead of calling you, I think I'll share it here, because it is blog worthy anyway.
As I was putting lunch together, I had the radio on a Christian station, and a song played about God's creation.
"Mommy! They singing about creation like we talked about in church."
"Yes, I heard it. Good listening, Jack."
"God created the earth," he reminded me.
"Yes, He did. Why did He create the earth?"
"Because...[pausing to think]...because He's amazing."
"Yes, He is," I agreed with a giggle.
"You tell Daddy I said that?"
"Yes, I'll tell Daddy."
So, there you go. I've told you.
Love, Me
Dear Daddy
Friday Funny
About a year ago, Jack (2 at the time) pointed to a picture of a blimp and screamed, "It's a PIMP!"
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He's Growing Up
Nearly every day, Rick and I look at each other and say, "He's growing up." In spite of me, Liam is indeed becoming a bonafide child. His mannerisms, facial expressions, phrases, sense of humor, interests...everything is pointing to the fact that he is truly a big boy.
As with all growing boys, Liam has been anxiously awaiting his first sleepover. Call me overprotective or whatever, but my kids have only spent the night with their grandparents thus far.
But please give me credit, because I bet I'm one of the only moms to hand a newborn over for a night. Liam stayed with my mom when he was 6 days old (our second day to have him), and Garrett stayed with my mom when he was 3 days old (our first day out of the hospital). But in both instances, my mom and baby were in the next room. I'm not crazy enough to let my newborn go too far. But when my mom asked if I wanted a full night's sleep, I jumped in with both feet.
Anyway, Liam has been asking for a sleepover for quite a while. More than anything, I think he wanted to know when he would be big enough for a sleepover. The time has come, and his best friend asked him over last night.
I was happy to let him go, because I love and trust this family. But I was sad to see my baby take this next step in life. And I missed him terribly!
Because this is my only source of scrapbooking, here are some photos from his big event.
Liam and Cab playing cars. Both 5 years old (currently). Both wear glasses. Both adopted into transracial God-fearing families. What else could you ask for in your BFF? 
More play time including little brother Caden (4).
Too cute in their cowboy hats!
Swim time. From left to right: Mr. M, Caden, Cab, Fish, I mean Liam.
So happy together!
Winding down for the night.
Mrs. M told me that Liam had planned to sleep in the top bunk but chickened out at the last minute. He wants to be so brave.
The M family took a trip to the track this morning. I bet I can figure out why...the boys needed to RUN OFF SOME ENERGY! On your marks! Get set!
Go! Liam wanted me to be sure and point out that he is in front. He's a little bit competitive. I have no idea where he learned this. Ahem.
Should I even post that? Knock on wood? No, I'll take my chance. I know that pride comes before the fall, but I am proud of my boy.
Spelling THAT Word
For those not familiar with the Word Whammer, one of its main functions is to teach pre-readers how to spell and sound out three-letter words. After the child places the letters together, then he/she can push each letter. If the letters are arranged correctly, then it reads the word and praises child.
Liam has taken a new interest in this toy recently. While playing with it the other day, I would suggest different words for him to try to spell. I would give him a word, such as dog, and he would sound it out and place the letters where he thought they needed to go. Then, he would push each letter to hear the Word Whammer read the word.
One word I gave Liam was God. He sounded it out and placed the letters in the appropriate places. Then, he pushed the letters, and the voice sounded it out as "Guh-ahh-d." And then it stopped.
Liam pushed the letters again. Again, "Guh-ahh-d."
He looked at me and said, "What's wrong with it, Mommy? It won't say God."
I immediately envisioned Leap Frog creators sitting around the conference table discussing this very topic. "Should we include 'God' or 'god'?"
I wonder if even one creator said yes?
Way to go, Leap Frog creators! You managed to deny your Creator with your creation.
Hotter than Hot
I don't know about y'all, but we sweltered this weekend. Dadgum, it's hot! If I put one toe outside, I began melting. And I actually had to buy groceries in this hellacious weather! I thought my insides might actually fry while walking across the Kroger parking lot.
I wonder if God is allowing this heat in order to give us a slight glimpse of the fiery pit of hell? I'm more grateful for my salvation today, because I'm guessing that this 112 degrees is nothing compared to hell. My Bible doesn't say that there's A/C in hell.
But I digress.
One of Rick's friends gave us 8 tickets to the National Cutting Horse Association's semifinals in Fort Worth for Saturday afternoon. We gratefully accepted the tickets, because a) they were free, b) we like to expose the boys to new things, and c) it was an indoor activity. Indoors = A/C. Right now, we heart the A/C.
We wrangled up the grandmothers and 1 cousin to tally 8 people. As soon as we stepped into the building, a lovely smell greeted our nasal passages. Mmm, gotta love the smell of horse poop.
Liam and Amelia decided that covering their noses and breathing through their mouths was the best way to handle the smell.
By the time we found our seats, the kids got over the aroma and were ready to take in all the new sights.
Jack preferred sitting on the wall instead of his seat. This provided a better view for his people watching. He found cowboys fascinating.
I'm sad to say that my kids have never really been around horses. We don't have any friends or family with horses, but I hope to remedy that someday. I would love for my kids to be comfortable with these beautiful animals and even learn to ride them.
After an hour of watching this sport called cutting horses, the kids were bored. We tried explaining the sport, but our knowledge doesn't go much farther than, "See that horse? He has to get one cow in the middle of the arena and make him run back and forth."
Don't know much about horse cutting. Don't know much biology....
Sorry. Sometimes I just can't help but break into a song with the insertion of my own words.
We decided to browse the vendor section and found this backdrop for a photo opp of the cousins.
As I waited for Rick to take this pic, a cowboy stepped on my foot. That would be no big deal, if I were wearing boots. But I was wearing flip flops, because a) it's hotter than h-e-double-hockey-sticks and b) I don't own any boots.
Contrary to popular belief, not all Fort Worth residents wear chaps, boots and cowboy hats, nor do we all ride horses around the city. I'm a long-time Fort Worth resident, and I prefer flip flops, baseball caps, and an air conditioned car.
My toes have recovered nicely. Thank you for asking.
We're going to the movie theater tomorrow and a children's museum later in the week. If I run out of air conditioned activities, we may fill the bathtubs and jump in for fun.
I hope you're surviving this heat wave. If you're not suffering in your neck of the woods, I don't want to hear it. I just might have to smack you with my flip flop.
Friday Funny
Jack is my people watcher. "People watching" puts it in rather mild terms. His gaping has caused him to trip over his own feet, become lost in a public venue, and run into countless walls. He just cannot help himself.
We were eating lunch at Subway the other day, which enabled him to gawk at numerous people coming and going. He was in heaven.
Liam, Garrett and I were devouring our subs in anticipation of warm chocolate chip cookies, while Jack left his sandwich untouched due to his staring. While we three eaters were nearing the end of our subs, Jack said, "Mommy! Those people are looking at me, and they think I'm cute."
Oh my! A lesson in humility might be necessary someday.
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