Thursday, March 24, 2011

600th post

Last night in your prayers you said "thank you for warm and comfy".

I asked you what "comfy" meant.

You said, "Nathan and Mama".

I love you, too, Little Man.


Monday, March 21, 2011

Prayers of the Children

My dear Sweetness,

One of my favorite moments of the day is helping you to say your prayers at night.

You're so sweet... when you fold your arms, you call it "folding my prayers."

"Look, Mama... I folding my prayers," you tell me.

You've been repeating what I tell you, dutifully, so I recently decided we could branch out and let you say your own prayers.

I start by asking you "how do we start" and then you open your prayer with, "Heavenly Father...."

Then I ask you what you are thankful for.

You usually sigh deeply and then say, "Thank you for my doggies and my mommies and my daddies and my doggies."  I'm not sure why we're plural, but the doggies are always there twice.  :)

Then I keep asking you what you're thankful for until you seem to have listed everything you can think of that night.

The things you list touch me and remind me of where you've been, where you are and how far we've all come in the last year.

Here are some of the things you've been thankful for in the last few weeks:

1.  "Thank you eating"

2.  "Thank you playing"

3.  "Thank you for covers" (that's what he calls blankets particularly the blanket his Grandma made him)

4.  "Thank you for my house"

and my personal favorite:

"Thank you Daddy tickles my 'pits"

Thank you for helping me remember all that we have to be grateful for.

I love you, Sweetness. 

Sunday, March 13, 2011

Update on the Rent

We received word this last week that another organization has made arrangements to catch-up the backrent at Harry's current place.

This means we only need to worry about the "going forward".  We're in talks to see if we can pay the landlady monthly (because it's always easier to come up with a six hundred dollars on a regular basis than several thousand all at once).

Nothing like having this sudden stress reduced to a tenth of what it was!  A big two points for the Lord on that!

Friday, March 11, 2011


Dear Sweetness,
You reached a new milestone in "immigrant toddler-hood" last night.

We walked in the door and the heat vent under the sink was slightly askew.  It sits in the kick plate, so it was a bit obvious that it wasn't sitting correctly.

You immediately blamed it on the dog.

You said, "Divot broke it!"

Then you picked it up and held it in your hands.  You looked at it like it was horribly destroyed.

"It's broken" you said, "Damn it!"

I asked you where you heard that word.

You said, 'Daddy."


Sunday, March 6, 2011

Well, When You Put It THAT Way....

Dear Son,
We live in the valley at the base of the beautiful Mt. Timpanogos.

I love this mountain.  I love it in all seasons.  I love watching the sunrise over it and the sunset upon it.

When I lived in Florida (which is very pretty but FLAT) I missed this mountain.

I've been trying to help you appreciate this mountain.

Sometimes when we're driving and the sun is setting, I'll point it out to you and tell you how pretty it is.

Sometimes I point out the mountain when we're clear across the valley and I make you say, "Hi, Mountain."

I want you to appreciate how beautiful this world is.

The other day, we were driving to Grandma's.  She lives in the city right at the base of the mountain.  So we were driving along and the mountain was RIGHT THERE out the window and I was saying, "Nate, isn't that a pretty mountain?  Mama loves that mountain.  She thinks it's beautiful."

From the back seat, I heard you say, "Mama...." (in hindsight, this is where you were thinking, "how do I break this to her")

"Mama, it just DIRT."