Boldness

Over the past few weeks I've realized my children have a boldness about them.  They are real evangelists and totally unabashed in talking about faith.  Part of this I attribute to Jack's fabulous school but part of it is also just their personalities and simply being children.

This boldness has really challenged me over the past few months.  Especially as I've gotten deep into the study of Isaiah at BSF.

More and more, Jesus is a frequent topic of conversation.  Jack is constantly quoting scriptures, his current favorite is the Beatitudes, and can frequently be found reading his Bible.

Melody enjoys listing all the things she loves about Jesus and singing joyfully at all times.  (And yes, I do mean at all times.  We frequently hear exuberant tunes coming from the bathroom!)

I wonder what my life would be like if I lived my faith as boldly as they do.  As boldly and as fully, keeping my constant focus on God.

I pray my children continue to speak boldy, live boldly and desire to learn more about their Savior every day.

PSF and bookworms

We are a family of bookworms.

I've always been a bookworm. Jack was born with the bookworm gene and Melody has developed a love of books as well. I've even converted Alex into (mostly) a bookworm.

This is a small sample of the books currently on my reading list. I've blogged before about my favorite books as well.

Charlie was the black sheep in the family. He was not a natural book lover. And despite our consistent efforts of reading to him daily, he was totally uninterested.

Enter the Doggy Book.

He received this book for his birthday and he will read it over and over and over.

He's still not crazy about other books but he's warming up. Now he'll sit and listen to a few pages of a different book before getting the doggy book.

I guess that's a start, right?

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A little mommy

Melody, as our little girl, is the nurturer out of the three.

While she sometimes tries to take care her brothers, they are often not receptive (read: the older one tries to boss her around and the youngest tries to run away). She will then turn to her dolls and pretend to be their mommy.

Until lately.

She has discovered that Luke loves her pampering.

The other day, I found this

Melody, worried that Luke was cold, had covered him in her bathrobe.

Later on, she thought he needed some toys to play with and set out her box of princesses for him.

I think he really appreciated the gesture.

So far, she's a very good mommy-in-training!

PSF and if my kids had blog names

After I started blogging, I noticed that a lot of bloggers have secret code names for their children. I actually call my children by their real names because I don't care about stalkers the thought of anonymity never entered my mind.

However, if my children did have code names on here they would be:

Captain Blabbermouth

Jack talks constantly, regardless if anyone is listening. He will talk about anything,however, usually he's instructing (aka bossing) someone. If he is silent for more than 3.5 seconds, I'm pretty sure he'll spontaneously combust.

Yes, I know it looks at though he's just standing there. In reality, he talking about how he hit the ball and ran the bases.

And here he's giving me a detailed description of the picture he's coloring. And by detailed, I mean something along the lines of, "See this little bird I'm coloring here. I'm coloring it brown. Just like the birds in our yard. We should put out some more bird seed. What happened to all our bird seed? The bird I'm coloring is sitting on a tree. See? I'm drawing the tree here. Do you see it Mom?..."
Hopefully you get the point.

And now, "Mom, please stop taking my picture so I can keep talking."

The Bag Lady

If she has a bag, she will fill it. With anything she can find. Toys, trash, my stuff, your stuff. She's not picky. I'm scared she'll be the old lady you see walking down the sidewalk pushing an old Walmart shopping cart.

This is a plastic, zippered bag that contains her My Little Ponies. She has also crammed it full of foam blocks, some books, a stuffed animal, the wrapper from her fruit snacks, a blanket, and some balls. She had to sit on it to get it to shut.

Here we have her shoving a bunch of crap treasures in a drawer.

Here she is collecting things in the watering cans out on the deck. We have leaves, golf balls, and miscellaneous bubble paraphernalia.

Showing me her loot.

Ah, a hoarder. Truly every mother's dream.

The Wrecking Ball

If Charlie was a superhero, his super power would be the power to destroy. His mission is total destruction and complete annihilation of all in his path.

What's more fun than pulling out every. single. thing. out. of. the. cabinets.? That would be watching Mommy put it all away and pulling it out again!

He's stealthy glancing around to see if anyone is watching him. This is one of his more underhanded modes of destruction.

Quick, over to the lights on the deck...

Rip the cover off and grab the teeny tiny light bulb that would be so easy to choke on.

Whoops! Busted! And this is the point when he tosses the cover and bulb off the deck. Yep, fun games, fun times.