Easter is such a fantastic holiday - all about the incredible, overwhelming, cannot-put-it-into-words love that God has for all of us and about Jesus not staying on the cross but being ALIVE...
A&W were coming off of spring break and 4 days at Grandma's house...and a sugar rush from the pre-Easter egg hunt at Grandma's the day before...then comes Easter Sunday, supposed to be one of the most glorious Sundays of the whole year...
So, since Hubby is a worship pastor, he is non-existent on any Sunday morning, but on Easter Sunday, he is especially unavailable...we had gotten home late on Saturday from a fun day of 4-wheelin', egg huntin', and generally getting as dirty as possible at Grandma's house. A took a shower Saturday night, W fell asleep in the car...so Sunday morning started with a bath for him...and I'm sure the entire pre-school Sunday School Class is grateful to me for that...but it makes us short for time and all the more frantic in trying to get to Sunday School on time (and on time is required when you are the teacher!!!)
The service was going to be a special one - all about worship, so dear Hubby had asked me to keep the kids in church for the whole service so they could participate in worship throughout the service...Ok, good idea, I want my kids to know about worship, I want them to be involved in and have a heart for worship! Awesome!! An opportunity for them to learn why we were created - to worship!!! Woo hoo!!! Bad idea...they are 4 and 6 years old...they have the attention spans of a 4 and 6 year old...and, let's face it, after 20 minutes, if it's not about them, they get bored...so church quickly melted down into a competition of who can annoy Mom the most...playing with her hair, laying all over her, pulling at her clothes, wiping boogers on her pants....needless to say, Hubby and I had a nice talk after church...but the story gets better...
In the car, on the way to Easter w/the in-laws, A&W begin...picking, picking, picking...fighting, fighting, fighting..."A won't let me pick a number!" "W is touching me!" "That's MY side of the seat!" "MOM - W's looking at me funny!" At this point, after a much less than peaceful Easter Sunday, I cracked...I laid on one heck of a guilt trip...it went something like this:
"Seriously? Seriously....we just came from church...you learned about Easter...how God gave his son for us...how Jesus died on the cross because he loves us so much...and YOU TWO are fighting over who picks what number or who touched what inch of the seat??? SERIOUSLY?"
Then, from the deathly quiet backseat, I hear..."I think we'd better play the quiet game now...." That's my boy.
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
And so it begins. . .
Okay, I gave in to the craze...I love reading my friends' blogs about their life and the crazy things their kids do or say...and so I will make an attempt to do this so that my kids can't say I wasn't cool when they grow up and start thinking I'm not cool anymore....who am I kidding - they'll say I'm not cool no matter what!!!
Still working on the title - Life with A&W is not a reference to root beer, however, but to my six year old daughter, A, and my 4 year old son, W. Maybe I'll come up with clever nicknames for them...the wheels are already turning.
In the meantime, I'll share with you quickly one of my favorite W-isms as of late...but I must give context...a few days before the clever w-ism, I had a conversation with A that W overheard about what is a buttcrack....and why do we not want them to show. A has a problem with this issue because she has nothing in the seat-us department so her pants always slip down so low that she inevitable ends up showing some "b.c.", as we refer to it in our house. Anyways, a few days after this "b.c." conversation, whilst driving down the road, I hear A & W both start laughing hysterically from the backseat...W had said something very clever that set them both off...and then...he says it as he slaps his leg.... "I laughed so hard, I cracked my butt!" Ummm....did he mean I cracked myself up? Perhaps....but it shall forever be the day that W cracked his own butt in our house. :)
Still working on the title - Life with A&W is not a reference to root beer, however, but to my six year old daughter, A, and my 4 year old son, W. Maybe I'll come up with clever nicknames for them...the wheels are already turning.
In the meantime, I'll share with you quickly one of my favorite W-isms as of late...but I must give context...a few days before the clever w-ism, I had a conversation with A that W overheard about what is a buttcrack....and why do we not want them to show. A has a problem with this issue because she has nothing in the seat-us department so her pants always slip down so low that she inevitable ends up showing some "b.c.", as we refer to it in our house. Anyways, a few days after this "b.c." conversation, whilst driving down the road, I hear A & W both start laughing hysterically from the backseat...W had said something very clever that set them both off...and then...he says it as he slaps his leg.... "I laughed so hard, I cracked my butt!" Ummm....did he mean I cracked myself up? Perhaps....but it shall forever be the day that W cracked his own butt in our house. :)
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