Knock-knock

Callia has learned how to tell knock-knock jokes. Here are a couple that she made up herself.

Knock-knock.
Who's there?
Peach.
Peach who?
Peach bump.

Knock-knock.
Who's there?
Peach.
Peach who?
Peach in the cow. Ahh! I'm falling!!!

I don't have any guesses as to what they mean, other than that she must not get any of the actual jokes so she thinks none of them make any sense. If she was aiming for something that didn't make any sense, I think she did pretty good.

Sitting up

Thaddeus is doing great sitting up! Today in church I took him into the nursery and sat him down on the floor and he just sat there. He didn't need any help at all. And he sat there for a long time, not just a minute. I kept waiting for him to fall over but he didn't. It seems like this has come out of nowhere. Just a week ago he couldn't sit up on his own for more than a few seconds, and he would just flop over. Yesterday he sat up for a short period of time. I guess he figured out he can do it and he's going for it. I'm so proud!

Little Swinger

Thaddeus is so motivated to sit up that he enjoys doing it even in his swing now, instead of reclining! And no, the swing has not been shrinking. Its a great way to see how much he has been growing.

Deductive Reasoning Applied to Language

Callia used to be pretty good about switching tenses, but lately she has been adding extra syllables. Just now she said "think-ted", instead of thought, and "catch-ted" instead of "caught". Yesterday she said "cauchted" (cawch-ted) for "caught". Very creative. It comes from the same mind that decided a long while back that since "clothes" means more than one piece of clothing, then a single item, such as a shirt, would be a "clo". :) Like when I'm folding one of my shirts she would ask "Mommy is that your clo, or Daddy's?" She really is a smarty, but her assumptions get her in trouble with our disorganized language. Deductive reasoning does not work with English.

I have feet!

Today Thad grabbed his feet and played with them for the first time. I felt so proud of him. :)

We had just gotten home from the pool and Thad was still in his car seat which had been deposited on the living room floor. He was very entertained by those fat little feet. I should have taken a picture but I didn't. I'll have to get one. Oh so cute.

Bright and Beautiful

I am singing a little song to Thaddeus while he swings in his swing and he is smiling so sweetly and bashfully turning his head to the side like its just too much. He is adorable. :)

Nurture My Heart

Its way past time for me to follow up on my post entitled "Shortcomings" that I made almost two months ago (I can't believe its been that long), to share the answer that God gave to me. I was looking for compassion for the kids because I didn't seem to have enough of it and to my amazement, I did get an answer, loud and clear. "For out of the overflow of the heart..." The overflow of the heart... Hmmm.... my heart. What overflow? I don't even have enough for myself. I'm running on empty. Mom said something about it (overflow, needing a surplus) on the phone the next day and BAM I knew it was meant for me, even though she wasn't talking about it in that context (not like "I was thinking about you and..."). Then someone said something about it in care group that Wednesday, too. It wasn't until Thursday, when I was sitting at lunch with Nathan talking to him about care group and how excited I've been to be getting involved with people from the church that I made the connection with my blog post, about waiting for an answer, and that that was the answer. Women's bible study, here I come, and I need to be spending time with God myself every day. I have sat down with a book a few times but unfortunately I have not gone to the women's bible study yet, and I have used the excuse that I'll wait until they start a new study rather than go for the first time in the middle of one. My excuse for that has run out and I will be attending when they start the new one, I think next week, but I need to confirm, and I have no idea what study they'll be doing.

Tonight I went to Holly Sanders' house, even though it wasn't care group night, because she had a girls night. It was Holly, Maria Stout (who has a son Callia's age), and me. I had an excellent time. We basically did nothing but sit and talk and eat strawberries and blackberries with chocolate dip and soy based cream cheese dip (since Maria is allergic to milk, and it was actually very good). We talked about gardening, house cleaning, children, and health problems, among other things. Maria said something about "out of the heart the mouth speaks", saying Peter (her son) has really latched on to that because a woman at the church taught it to the kids with hand motions, and he seems to really understand that when he is talking bad his heart needs some working on. That really amazed me and I'm going to have to use that when talking to Callia, too, because lately that is something I am seeing as a big issue with her. I am so bothered by the little "insignificant" things I'm hearing her say because I'm worried about her heart. I have had a very difficult time communicating it to her, and all I can seem to do is stumble around talking about decisions and attitudes. She does her best to ignore me and avoid eye contact, which is another symptom of the same problem. But scripture is good for teaching so tomorrow I'm 99.99% certain that something will come up to provide the perfect opportunity to talk about it with her.