Max Funny

I had just helped Max with his bedtime routine and sent him from the bathroom to the bedroom to get to bed, and turned to help Zoey with her teeth brushing when I heard some very loud CLINKS... Like something very breakable in the hands of a little guy! So I ran into the room, and sure enough, Max was messing with the one breakable thing in the room, a little porcelein box from Zoey's birth. I went over and said, "Hey you, what are you doing?" Knowing clearly he was doing something he was not supposed to be doing, he ran into bed, laid down, snuggled with his doggies, closed his eyes and said, "I'm sleeping!"

Nice try, buddy!

Quote

"Mrs. Vernick never has to change my seat, because I don't have any issues."
-Zoey

Birthdays!

My two favorite males over the age of 32 had a birthday last week. Happy Birthday to my Dad and Ross. (I am only late on the blog, I actually did wish them Happy Birthday on the correct day:) I have a cute story about Zoey for this one... So for Ross' present, I had something planned for this past Monday, but didn't really think about a cake and stuff until the night before. I asked what he wanted, and his only request was, "whipped cream frosting, none of that thick other stuff." Translation for me: I get to go and buy it,not make it. So the next day (birthday) I run to the grocery store with the idea of just getting a cake and having Zoey decorate it. My only problem... all the ready made, whipped cream frosting cakes have flowers on them!! I am limited in time here, so I just get one and some decorator icing and move along. I also pick up some tonka truck party supplies, because Zoey feels like every birthday celebrated needs these types of things (adults included, and I agree). When Zoey gets home from school, I tell her we need to decorate the cake. I explain that we are going to scrape off the flowers and decorate it however she wants for Daddy. She exclaims, "We must keep the flowers!! That can be my piece, I love flowers!" How can I argue with that really? And what Daddy wouldn't love to share his cake with his daughter. She did a great job with the cake decorating, too. She said she could only write "Dad" because that is all that would fit. And then the drawing is a truck, with a big baton. And off to the side is another baton (she is into batons and conducting music, not Ross). And then she did the dots all along the outside.



And here is Ross with his Tonka truck plate. We had streamers, too.


As for the present, well, it was an adventure to remember, so stay tuned...

Happy Easter!!

In this house, we LOVE Easter. We look forward to it starting after Valentine's Day. And continue to talk about it until birthday time!! Egg hunts, decorating eggs, Easter cookies and trees, we just love it all! This year was really fun, too. Both of the kids were really into the egg hunts. We went to the base one, and then had one at our house this morning. After they hunted eggs and looked inside them all. Max and Zoey hid them themselves and then hunted all over again. They did this at least 4 times. It was very entertaining. I will put more pictures up, but I also wanted to tell this story... We got up early this morning for church. I usually write a check for the offering and put it in an envelope and then I let Zoey seal it up and decorate it and then place it in the basket. This morning she did the most precious thing. (I think anyway) She whispered to me, "How do you spell Jesus?" I looked down at the envelope and spelled it for her... this is what she had written:

to: Jesus
from: Zoey

If it's in writing, it must be true

Zoey was upset on Friday after she came home from school. She said that some boys in her class said she was not a good artist. "Why would they say I am not a good artist?" she asked me. I tell her, "Don't worry about what they say, you know that you are a good artist. And mommy and daddy think you are very good!" She made a face, clearly not satisfied with the answer, and then all of a sudden, an epiphany! "Oh!" she exclaims, "They said that, because they didn't know." And she runs off. And then she asks me how to spell the words good and artist. I am now quite intrigued about the solution she has come up with. She walks up to me with a paper taped to her shirt, like a name tag. The paper says,

Zoey
The Good Artist

"There, now they know. They just didn't read the sign."

When I was your age...

I was helping in the library at Zoey's school when a girl asked me to read her a book about the planets. It was really funny to read it and see that Pluto wasn't in there! I knew that they no longer considered it a planet, but it was the first time I had seen it in print. Anyway, I think i need to get this shirt.
HA!

AMEN!!

I was saying prayers with Max the other night, when he decided to add a little more to it...
Usually we do the "Now I lay me, down to sleep" prayer and I either say the whole thing and then he says, "God Bless Mommy, Daddy, Zoey and Max, AMEN" at the end, Or we alternate every line all the way to the end. But this particular night he was perhaps being filled with the Holy Spirit a little bit? This is how it went:


Me: Now I lay me
Max: AMEN!
Me: Down to sleep,
Max: AMEN!
Me: (thinking this was too cute to stop) I pray the Lord,
Max: AMEN!
Me: my soul to keep
Max: AMEN!
and so it went... to the final AMEN!

I think there were smiles looking down on him:) Amen, Little Buddy, Amen!!