Like Oma, like Baby

We’re getting ready to go on our family vacation when my sister reminded me that it was hotter than a bangee in the South and that we should bring no jeans.  Well all my mom was taking were jeans, so it was a scramble to find her other clothing, but she settled on capris.  She’s not a big fan of shorts, I can’t really remember the last time I saw her in a pair.  So after I picked Jory up, we stopped at Sears and put her some capris to try on.

She weeded through them and tried on the ones she wanted to keep.  She came out the room in these capris and they looked like pants that were too short for her.  And the pants I bought were petites, but what are you gonna do, she kept them.

Layla was walking down the hall and I looked up and called her to me.  Why was she flooding in the jeans, when we had just gone through all her jeans and given away the ones too short and too small?  As she stepped into the room, I realized she had on a pair of jean capris.

Look at that Oma and the baby have the same sort of midget body types that make capris look like too short pants on them.  Maybe the baby will grow out of this body type, but I wouldn’t bet any money on it.

The "Eyes" have it

I heard noises coming from the girls’ room, but I didn’t investigate until a piercing cry interrupted my bid to clean my room.  The crying continued, so I knew I couldn’t ignore it.  I went into the room to find a crying Layla and Rowan and Jory rushing to tell me the story.

The story was basically, the terrific trio were jumping on the bed (the noise I heard and a big no no) and Layla came down after Jory so his foot landed on her eye.

I picked up the crying baby to see a red mark which led us directly to the kitchen to get an ice pack, which she was familiar with because her brother used one early in the week with his eye injury.

It wasn’t a good eye week in our house.  On the upside, at least her eye was swollen shut.  She just had a shiner.  I should take a picture of it, now that I think about it.

Awana Closing Ceremonies

Tonight was the closing night for AWANA.  The Cubbies performed two songs and got awards.  Rowan got awards for finishing her book and for being in Cubbies for two years.  Now she’s graduated to Sparks.  Sparks.  My big girl will be in the class with her brother, learning verses.  This should be an interesting adventure.

Jory got an award for finishing another book in Sparks.  We have one book left and we have started on it.  The verses are more intense and longer.  I still can’t believe I have a second grader.

Layla will be rockin’ Cubbies all by her lonesome.  I use to worry about her being without her sister and/or brother, don’t know why that kid is perfectly fine by herself.

At the beginning of the ceremonies, I read along with the AWANA flag salute:

I pledge allegiance to the Awana flag, which stands for the Awana Clubs; whose goal is to reach boys and girls with the Gospel of Christ and train them to serve Him.

To reach boys and girls with the Gospel and train them to serve Him.  How awesome is that?!  How awesome is it that every Friday night my kids and I go to a fun church activity that is laying God’s Words on their hearts and in their minds.  I am truly blessed that my goal to find other homeschooling believers led me to AWANA.

After the salute, the AWANA song was sang:

Firmly Awana stands, led by the Lord’s commands;
“Approved workmen are not ashamed,”
Boys and girls for His service claimed!

Hail! Awana! On the march for youth;
Hail! Awana! Holding forth the truth;
 

Building lives on the Word of God, Awana stands!
Our Savior following with steps unfaltering,
And love unaltering, His praise we sing;
His banner over us, in service glorious,
We’ll fight victorious for Christ our King!

Youth on the march!

Youth on the march!

Youth on the march!

Youth on the march!

What a great song.  A great ceremony.  Thank God for AWANA, the churches that open their doors to have it, and the incredible volunteers who teach and share their love and passion for Christ to the little ones.

Thank you

“Thank you, Mommy, for buying us shoes.”

“Thank you, Mommy, for buying us dresses.”

"Thank you, Mommy, for buying us barrettes for our hair.”

“Thank you, Mommy, for buying us flip flops.”

“Thank you, Mommy, for buying us crayons.”

Oh, my little thankful baby.  I’m not sure what started her to randomly thank me for stuff at the most random times, but graciously accept her thanks and say, “You’re welcome.”  Now if she would only stop screaming and biting, I would be thankful.  Oh yeah, and listened better.

Shopping for girls

Children’s Place was/is having a summer sale, so I went to stock up on next summer’s clothes while the prices were low.  The baby is all set as is Jory for the most part, so it was all about Rowan.  I found skorts, which Rowan loves and I love.  She loves skirts but forgets sometimes to put shorts on underneath so it’s the best of both worlds.  A skirt and shorts, whomever came up with this was/is a genius.

I had the skorts in hand; I started looking for tank tops and t-shirts.  I found a few, the rest were too big.  Laid out on a nearby table were more tank tops, I went to peruse them when I noticed they weren’t tank tops but camis.  Why does a five-year-old need a cami?  And why does a five-year-old need a halter top?  Why does any young girl need a halter top?  

The first halter top I can remember wearing was a dress I bought as a maid of honor dress for Chi’s wedding.  It appealed to me because of Marilyn Monroe in that classic picture of her.  I later discovered I hate the feeling of something being solely held up by my neck. 

So I walked out of the store with just the skorts and the tank tops in her size.  Why is it that we want to rush the eighteen years that are childhood?  Anyone over 30 can tell you how quickly time goes by, particularly eighteen short years.  Why can’t we let little girls be young and innocent for as long as humanly possible?  Maybe I should take up sewing.  It can’t be that hard to make a tank top for a six-year-old, right?