Who's Rumor? (Hint: Not the one in relation to Bruce Willis)

If anyone is a fan of Adele, I am sure you are loving the new single, "Rumor Has It". I have been pumping it in the car and on my ipad whenever I can.
So there is a point in the song where the background singers repeat "Rumor Has It" a bunch of times.
It's a seriously catchy beat.

So there we are driving around and MTM has been pretty quiet up to this point in the song.
All of a sudden, from the back seat I hear his sweet voice:

MTM: "Mommy?"
Me: "Yes, Bubba."
MTM: "Mommy, Who is Rumor?"


HIIIII-LARIOUS!


Apparently, the 4 year old wants to know who this "Rumor" character is and why she has everything?

Good question ...




And just for some extra laughter tonight, here is another little gem of amazingness from MTM.


We were eating at Sam's - which is what we do pretty much on a weekly basis.
But for some reason, we had purchased a churro this time.
I had never gotten one from the little Cafe' at Sam's -- but they are warm and sugary and seriously amazing.

So after lunch, we were munching on it and sharing the delicious treat.
MTM took his first bite and just looked at me in the most SERIOUS way and said:

"MOMMY! This is the BEST thing in the ENTIRE WORLD!! Even better than cheese."



Indeed it is, son. Indeed it is.

All Things Are ...

All things are possible with God.

All things are plausible with God.

Possible, Plausible.

Do I think that all things are possible?
Do I believe that all things are plausible?

Struggling with this today.

These Little Wonders ...

"Mommy? Why do I not have a brother or sister yet? Why are you making me wait ... SO ... VERY ... LONG!?!??" (All I can say is start praying for one, Bubbs)

"Mommy? What are these bumps down here?" (While washing his nether regions...)

"Mommy? Why do you have those dark lines on your forehead?" (You mean my wrinkles?)

"Mommy? Why are the stars so far away?"

"Mommy? Where does chicken come from?"

"Mommy? What happens to the water when it goes down the drain?"

... and thus the "why" stage begins ...

Momma Woes

One minute, you are worried that you are being too hard on your child.
The next minute you are worried that you aren't being hard enough.

It is the constant battle that all women go through: I am too much. I am not enough.
(Thank you Beth Moore for that nugget of truth!)

I know that there will come a day when he will question everything that B and I did for him.
I just want him to know that we tried our best.
That we sought God a lot.
That we loved him -- even during spankings.
That every decision about him - up to this point- has been prayed over, wrangled with and discussed at length.
We want the best for him.
We want God's best for him.
There have been sleepless nights of worry.
There have been sleep filled nights of dreams of the future.

Someone once said that having a child is like watching your heart walk around the world. I never really understood that phrase-- until now.

Friday he starts pre-school. Big Boy school.

Today I spent an hour at Target buying supplies. I scrambled for Crayola Markers and Crayons. I shuffled through the folders at Target finding the perfect 2-pocket folders. I bought pencils. I labeled everything. Including his Spiderman underwear. (Just in case of an accident!) And I worried.

But - there does not need to be sleepless nights.
I pray for sleep filled nights of dreams unfolding.

I keep repeating:

We are trying our best.
We sought God.
We love him.
We want the best for him.
We want God's best for him.

It's too much. It's not enough.

It's just my heart --
walking around the Earth --
with mongrammed Spiderman underwear.

Geeesh ... How am I going to handle college?

Christmas FUN

So I know this is about a week late ... but these days, it is better late than never.

Christmas Eve was so special this year. We went to church, Brad made his famous Shrimp 'N Grits for dinner and we were geared up for homemade cinnamon rolls and egg casserole in the morning. He had opened up his pre-Christmas present - Monkey Christmas Pajamas - and was settling in for his night's sleep.

While he was getting ready for bed though, he looked over at Brad and I in all seriousness and said:

"OH! I need to get my boots out by my door so when I hear the Polar Express, I can just put them on."
10 minutes later:
"Daddy? Can I wear these socks with my boots?"
5 minutes later:
"I can just wear these pajamas on the Polar Express. Everyone else will be wearing them too."

And this was his Christmas Eve prayer:

"God, I love you.
Please let Santa come and bring presents.
Please let me hear the Polar Express.
Please make it snow.
I love you.
Amen."


We knew that putting presents under the tree was going to happen.
We had already told him that snow was not going to happen -- even in Michigan! The only thing that truly broke my heart was the Polar Express thing. Luckily, Aunt Nanu had the brilliant idea to write a letter to him from the P.E. people explaining that the train was not working this year and that they had left him an electric train instead. (which was already going to be set out under the tree). Christmas morning, Brad and I heard him rustling around upstairs and so Brad hurried out to the living room, turned on the tree and the train. Then he ran back to our room to wait for MTM to come back down.

M burst through the door:
"MOMMY!!! DADDY!!! SANTA BROUGHT PRESENTS!!! AND A CHOO CHOO TRAIN!!!" :)