Love & Blunder

Olivia has been sick for a few days with a yucky cold. Elise is cutting 4 teeth on top. I’ll let the reader guess how much sleep we’ve been getting.

Last night has been the worst of it though. Olivia woke up around 3:30 am very cold and very cranky. There was a coupling of sickness and Terrible Twos that was charging the mother-of-all-fits. I was asleep in the guest bed with Elise and she was marathon nursing when I awoke to Olivia freaking out with Rob because of any number of unreasonable specifics.

Once I thought that I had Elise soundly asleep enough to leave her to help Rob give Olivia a change of scenery I sneaked away. Rob ended up going back to the guest bed because Elise woke up after I left, and I ended up taking Olivia to our bed.

It was amazing how quickly Olivia changed from a screaming Beast to a smiling little Cherub when she knew that she wasn’t going to be alone anymore. Most nights she really loves her room and feels very secure in her bed, but last night I could tell it just wasn’t going to happen.

So at 4:30 am the family all slowly drifted back to sleep in their unusual beds. I heard Rob soothing Elise while she growled like a small rodent. And I lay awake looking at Olivia’s chubby cheeks, the last bit of her babyhood, in the early morning glow from the streetlight. Every time a distant train sounded its whistle in the silence Olivia would stir and say, “What’s that train saying?!”

“It’s saying, ‘Good night, Olivia, close your eyes.'” I would tell her.

Eventually we all dropped off to sleep. And when I woke up this morning much later than usual, I was smashed between the Olivia and Elise like the sweet creme in an Oreo.

If you sent your school aged child to our VBS, and they came home with a giant scroll made out of fabric and had pictures depicting the theme that Christ is prophesied throughout the Old Testement, would you think that was cool? OR would you rather have a bunch of little cheapie crafts like key chains and picture frames?

I’m asking seriously. I have to make a decision in a couple of weeks about craft for this year, and I want to make sure I have input.

So lurkers, frequent posters, friends and passers-by, please lemme know if you think that craft is cool or not. Thanks.

Olivia is very determined to play “Pastor.”

Yesterday it was warm enough to go outside, so when Olivia found mud puddle I was so elated to be in the sun I didn’t care if it meant an extra bath. Liv found many uses for the puddle. She painted the trashcan, she painted my car. She painted her shoes and herself.

Then she filled up a little bowl from her toy kitchen with watery mud and offered it to Sherman saying, “Take, Sherman. This is the true blood of Christ!”

How do you break the news that girls can’t be giving communion to dogs? It’s just not theologically sound. ;)