Dear Caden,
About a month ago you asked where Jesus lives. We told you that He lives in your heart and that you can talk to Him any time that you want. You pondered on this for awhile and then asked, "Does He live in my tummy too?" We said that, yes, I suppose He does. You then asked us, "If I throw up is He in my mouth?" We told you that Jesus is everywhere and all around us.
Recently a big storm blew in during the night and I went to check on you to make sure the lightening and thunder hadn't frightened you. Somehow, sometime in the middle of the night you had thrown up and fell asleep in it. You were COVERED. I quickly gave you a bath and during the bath you looked at me and said, "Momma, Jesus is out of my mouth and all over my bed!" That He is my sweet Caden. Your bed was covered with Jesus, corn and fish sticks. I suggest just letting Jesus out next time; it's less messy.
Love,
Mommy
Friday, July 25, 2014
Wednesday, July 23, 2014
Pockets
Dear Caden,
We are pulling out of Target and you tell me, "Momma, I like your car."
"Thank you, Caden. I like it too."
"I don't have a car. Only little beep beeps."
"That's right. You have to be bigger to have and drive a car."
"But I am bigger."
"You are getting bigger, but you have to be big like Mommy and Daddy."
"Yeah, but I am bigger than Jacob."
"Yes, you are. You still have to be bigger though."
"I have to be a Mommy and Daddy first?"
"Not necessarily a Mommy and Daddy, but big like us."
"So I have to be so, so big that I can't fit in your pockets anymore?"
Perhaps carrying you around in the baby slings when you were little translated to pockets. No matter how big you may get, you will always have a place in my pockets.
Love,
Mommy
We are pulling out of Target and you tell me, "Momma, I like your car."
"Thank you, Caden. I like it too."
"I don't have a car. Only little beep beeps."
"That's right. You have to be bigger to have and drive a car."
"But I am bigger."
"You are getting bigger, but you have to be big like Mommy and Daddy."
"Yeah, but I am bigger than Jacob."
"Yes, you are. You still have to be bigger though."
"I have to be a Mommy and Daddy first?"
"Not necessarily a Mommy and Daddy, but big like us."
"So I have to be so, so big that I can't fit in your pockets anymore?"
Perhaps carrying you around in the baby slings when you were little translated to pockets. No matter how big you may get, you will always have a place in my pockets.
Love,
Mommy
Tuesday, July 1, 2014
Coprolites
Dear Caden,
We are wandering the majestic hallways at the Houston Museum of Natural Science, breathing in the sights and smells of ages past. Your eyes sparkle with excitement as we show you the dinosaur bones and other fossils. Question after question spills from your lips as your little mind tries to absorb everything. We are strolling through when suddenly I hear you say loudly, "Momma! Come quick! Look! There's a big poo poo!"
Your voice gets stronger and seems to grow louder, reverberating off the walls. You are insistent that I come look at this monstrosity.
"Momma! Somebody poo poo'd at the museum!" Your face is a mixture of shock and amusement.
"Shhhhh Caden, that's not poop. That's called a coprolite."
Your voice raises an octave as you correct me, "No! It's a giant poop! "
I do my best to stifle the laughter building up inside me and we begin to hurry off and head toward the next exhibit as your giggles and gawks were getting louder.
As we head out I overhear another boy tell his father, "Daddy, look at that giant poop! Why would someone keep their poop? That is awesome!"
Of all the things we saw today, this is what you came home talking about. I must admit, it does look just like it. I bet it is a big hit with all the boys.
Love,
Mommy
We are wandering the majestic hallways at the Houston Museum of Natural Science, breathing in the sights and smells of ages past. Your eyes sparkle with excitement as we show you the dinosaur bones and other fossils. Question after question spills from your lips as your little mind tries to absorb everything. We are strolling through when suddenly I hear you say loudly, "Momma! Come quick! Look! There's a big poo poo!"
Your voice gets stronger and seems to grow louder, reverberating off the walls. You are insistent that I come look at this monstrosity.
"Momma! Somebody poo poo'd at the museum!" Your face is a mixture of shock and amusement.
"Shhhhh Caden, that's not poop. That's called a coprolite."
Your voice raises an octave as you correct me, "No! It's a giant poop! "
I do my best to stifle the laughter building up inside me and we begin to hurry off and head toward the next exhibit as your giggles and gawks were getting louder.
As we head out I overhear another boy tell his father, "Daddy, look at that giant poop! Why would someone keep their poop? That is awesome!"
Of all the things we saw today, this is what you came home talking about. I must admit, it does look just like it. I bet it is a big hit with all the boys.
Love,
Mommy
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