"Mom, you’re a houk!"
(and by that, she means “hoot.” And I guess sometimes I am. And sometimes I’m probably just more like a houk.)
She’s learning to tell jokes:
Aren’t you glad I didn’t say Orange?
Why, yes I am Phoebe. Because I like your outside-the-box thinking.
Asher and Phoebe both like to pray before meals. In fact, they often “call it” early in the day for lunch or dinner, or even the next day. “I pray tonight!”
They like to sing a little song called “God We Thank You” that Asher learned at pre-school. It goes like this:
"God we thank you, God we thank you
for our food, for our food
We are very thankful. We are very thankful.
God is good. God is good.”
Sometimes lately we have been singing it as a round.
Asher has two speeds when it is his turn.
Some days, when he’s very very hungry, he motors through it so fast that you wonder if there’s any sincerity there at all.
Other days, he is very very slow and earnest. The past few days, he’s been in slow and earnest mode. Eyes closed tight. Hands slightly lifted. Thoughtful pauses on each word. When he’s finished singing on these days, he spontaneously prays aloud; it’s then that I can picture him as a powerful preacher — his intonation and cadence are so perfect and unrehearsed.
Tonight, he prayed like this:
"Thank you God for this food. And for a good night’s sleep. (He must have been anticipating it, because 60 minutes or so later he was out cold on the sofa, having fallen asleep watching figure skating, and had to be carried to bed).
"And thank you God for our dreams come true."
They don’t script it better than that for the big screen. And all I can say is “I thank you God too.” Because it seems we had the same dream that somehow really did come true.
I’ve gotten a bit lazy about updating my blog here, relying more recently on Instagram and Facebook to carry my social day.
But here’s to a return to Tumblr in 2014, even if it is a month in already, at the risk of social media redundancy.
I want to capture some of the little every day moments here, like this conversation with Phoebe the other night, which I’ve already partially lost:
Phoebe: Mama, what if (insert something very clever here that I am not recalling) … ?
Me: Phoebe, that is very interesting. (I really feel bad now for forgetting it). What made you think of that?
Phoebe: My brain did.
Of course it did. Silly me.
Both of my children are singing this brand new Christmas song they just learned. :)
I am loving seeing the magic and newness of the season through their eyes.
This is for my brother who began my birthday with a wonderful note of remembrance from his perspective as an eight year old big brother in waiting. He’s been there since my beginning, and I can’t imagine life without him. So grateful to God, who made him for me. Or me for him. And the chickens. And the eggs.