I've always said the "Now I lay me down to sleep" prayer with Claire and Natalie. Recently, I also started teaching them the other two prayers my dad said with me and my sisters at bedtime: "Dear Father in heaven" and The Lord's Prayer. Claire's doing really well at saying them all, with a few mispronunciations...
"Our Father, Who art in heaven,
Hallowed be my name.
By kingdom come,
I will be done..."
I haven't corrected her. Her mispronunciations are charming and cute, and I'm more pleased that she is learning the prayers, rather than pronouncing everything perfectly.
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Reason #759 Why I'm Sick of Winter
Because:
I have to keep my van in the garage, so it doesn't get blocked in by snow and so it starts in the frigid cold temperatures
Claire and Natalie's car seats are kept in the van, obviously. They're large and awkward, and I'm not in the habit of carrying them around, especially in snow and frigid cold.
And now, the automatic garage door is stuck shut. I can't get at my van. I can't get at the girls' car seats. I can't go anywhere. My dad will come and help, but he's making sales calls out west, and won't be here for a few hours.
We had a snow day on Monday and a late start on Tuesday. We had another late start this morning, which has now turned into another day off for me. Another day that I'm not going to get paid, yet have to pay for day care.
The February edition of the school newsletter is needing to be published YESTERDAY. So, assuming I can get in to school sometime this afternoon, I'm going to gather up all the info I need for that and work on it tonight.
Can winter please, please, PLEASE be done soon? I don't think Punxatawney Phil saw his shadow this morning, but I don't have any real expectation that winter WON'T last another six weeks.
I have to keep my van in the garage, so it doesn't get blocked in by snow and so it starts in the frigid cold temperatures
Claire and Natalie's car seats are kept in the van, obviously. They're large and awkward, and I'm not in the habit of carrying them around, especially in snow and frigid cold.
And now, the automatic garage door is stuck shut. I can't get at my van. I can't get at the girls' car seats. I can't go anywhere. My dad will come and help, but he's making sales calls out west, and won't be here for a few hours.
We had a snow day on Monday and a late start on Tuesday. We had another late start this morning, which has now turned into another day off for me. Another day that I'm not going to get paid, yet have to pay for day care.
The February edition of the school newsletter is needing to be published YESTERDAY. So, assuming I can get in to school sometime this afternoon, I'm going to gather up all the info I need for that and work on it tonight.
Can winter please, please, PLEASE be done soon? I don't think Punxatawney Phil saw his shadow this morning, but I don't have any real expectation that winter WON'T last another six weeks.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Happy Family
We ate supper at the Pizza Ranch last night and got a few groceries at Wal-Mart. On our way home I was telling the girls all the stuff we had to do before bedtime. We needed to let Brinkley out and feed her, make the beds since I washed all the sheets that morning, have a bath, and read stories. I told Claire and Natalie that I would really need their help in order to get everything done.
"Because it will get things done faster," I told them.
Claire then said, "And it will make us more friends and happy."
I said, "Yes, that's right. Did you learn that at day care?" (All of the kids at the day care are expected to help out with cleanup and things like that.)
"No, I just...God let me know that. God put that in my mind."
I told her, "Well, let's thank God for letting you know such smart things."
We said a little prayer.
Then Claire said, "And it will make us a family."
"Well," I said, "we're already a family. That's not going to change. All of us helping will make us a happier family."
We got home and Claire fed Brinkley (one of her favorite special jobs) and then we all made the beds. Claire and Natalie were more of a hindrance than a help with making my bed, but we had baths, a snack, and stories, and we were a happy family last night.
"Because it will get things done faster," I told them.
Claire then said, "And it will make us more friends and happy."
I said, "Yes, that's right. Did you learn that at day care?" (All of the kids at the day care are expected to help out with cleanup and things like that.)
"No, I just...God let me know that. God put that in my mind."
I told her, "Well, let's thank God for letting you know such smart things."
We said a little prayer.
Then Claire said, "And it will make us a family."
"Well," I said, "we're already a family. That's not going to change. All of us helping will make us a happier family."
We got home and Claire fed Brinkley (one of her favorite special jobs) and then we all made the beds. Claire and Natalie were more of a hindrance than a help with making my bed, but we had baths, a snack, and stories, and we were a happy family last night.
Friday, January 21, 2011
Heaven
Last night Claire commented that "one day, everybody will be in heaven." She has been fascinated by heaven for a long time, and especially since our dog Freya died in July. I've told her that no one is ever sick or sad in heaven, and that we will always be happy there.
I told her, yes, one day we all will be.
"When do you think it will be?" she asked.
"Well, no one really knows. Probably not for awhile."
"Maybe it will be in 100 days." This is Claire-speak for "a really, really long time."
"That could be."
Then she suddenly gets tearful, and I asked her what was wrong.
"Who will be with me in heaven?" she asked with tears running down her face.
"Oh, Claire," I said, "everyone will be with you. And remember, Jesus will be with you too."
"And you'll be with me?"
"Yes. And no one's ever sad in heaven. You don't ever have to worry about being in heaven."
Claire nodded and needed a hug, and we continued eating our supper.
I told her, yes, one day we all will be.
"When do you think it will be?" she asked.
"Well, no one really knows. Probably not for awhile."
"Maybe it will be in 100 days." This is Claire-speak for "a really, really long time."
"That could be."
Then she suddenly gets tearful, and I asked her what was wrong.
"Who will be with me in heaven?" she asked with tears running down her face.
"Oh, Claire," I said, "everyone will be with you. And remember, Jesus will be with you too."
"And you'll be with me?"
"Yes. And no one's ever sad in heaven. You don't ever have to worry about being in heaven."
Claire nodded and needed a hug, and we continued eating our supper.
This Old Man
Claire this morning: "Knick-knack, paddy whack, give the dog an old man bone."
Oh, how I love this kid! Always singing, trying to get the words right, and ever so adorable when she gets them wrong!
Oh, how I love this kid! Always singing, trying to get the words right, and ever so adorable when she gets them wrong!
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