The kids and I were discussing what child was born in what year. After going through "2004, 2005, 2007, and 2009, " I added, "And I was born in 1980."
Camie exclaimed, "1980!? Wasn't that when Jesus was born? (and she was serious).
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Camie to Daddy this morning while looking at his goatee (is that how it's spelled?): "Daddy, you need to go look in the mirror. You have LOTS of fur on your chin this morning."
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Micah had on his motorcycle helmet (red bike helmet) and was riding his motorcycle (Lissy's pink bike). Camie was the policeman and pulled him over for speeding. She told me as I walked past them, "I gave him a ticket. He was going 80 miles per hour, and the speed limit was 4." I think Micah was proud that he had gotten a ticket, since his only experience with tickets gets him into fun places and earns prizes. :)
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I've told Matt that when Micah speaks, it often sounds like a literal translation from another language. Examples:
"Can I wear this on?" (can I wear this and can I put this on)
"I did that in a minute ago."
When I'm doing something: "Why you don't do that?" instead of "Why are you doing that?" (I guess that's from me saying things like, "Why don't we all go outside?" and then we do it. So when I'm DOing something, he uses DON'T.)
"What year was I born ago?"
I'm sure there'll be more soon. Age 3 is so fun. Mom always told me it was one of her favorite kid ages, and I have to agree with her.
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Oh, big accomplishment today: I organized and rearranged the girls' room. It looks really good. I need to get pics before it gets messy again. I also organized the bathroom shelves of towels, meds.etc, and added some storage bins. Next I hope to tackle mine and Matt's room, or Micah's and Cassie's. Ooo. Maybe even the downstairs closet under the stairs. Yikes. Watch out clutter, here I come.
Rose
Saturday, April 10, 2010
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- Mississippi Rose
- I'm a Southern gal raised in MS, married to my sweet Matt from MO, the busy mamma to 4 (soon to be 5)young children. I'm realizing more all the time how I am helpless to do anything for Christ on my own. Yet when I yield myself to Him and ask for His wisdom and His power to be the wife, mom, and woman of God He wants me to be I am amazed at how He gives it. And I'm finally beginning to really understand worship as more than a church service.
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