Showing posts with label Jesus. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jesus. Show all posts

October 26, 2008

Jesus fed them lunch.

I haven’t dedicated much time to blogging lately, but I think I have been a little more busy, oh wait, I think I have just been more lazy. Due to the laziness, I haven’t done anything fun with “the kid”, at least not anything noteworthy. However, I did think of something really cute that I had forgotten to blog about. Paiton colored a picture of Jesus in nursery; the cool part though was when you ask her about it, she will tell you that the people didn’t have lunch, so Jesus made bread and shared it with them. I thought it was really cute. Her nursery teachers must be doing a good job.
I took Patiter to the church Halloween party, but it didn’t go over so well, I think maybe she was a bit to overwhelmed, which led to tantrum/damage control. Hopefully it was just a dry run for the real thing. Her costume was sooo stinkin’ cute; she is a little pink dragon. I LOVE IT!! Hopefully, she will do better when we try the real thing on Halloween.

August 6, 2008

Kids and Prayers

I wanted to take a minute and tell you all how cool my 2 year old is. I am certain that any of you who have already met Paiton know she is gorgeous, smart, funny, and just about every other good thing a kid can be. Once in a blue moon, mostly when she is sick, she will act like a regular tantrum throwing 2 year old. But I am trying to focus on the positive here. Anyway, Chris and I are really focused on Paiton learning to say her prayers; let me just tell you how stinkin’ cute this is. Every single time we pray, (even after she tells us she is not going to pray this time) she folds her arms, bows her head, looks to make sure everybody has their eyes closed, and starts in with “unwonah, heanly fotter, jesus, daddy, mommy, airpane, gamma, papa, Jesus, AMEN!! (I still can’t tell what she is saying right at the beginning, I’ll keep working on it) Oh yeah with the “amen” part she throws her hands in the air like she has just finished hog typing a calf (If you have ever seen or been to a rodeo, you know what I am talking about). On the few occasions that she will let either one of us help her with the prayer, she will repeat the last word of every sentence or phrase we have said. I have a hard time keeping a straight face during a prayer. I love it though, we as a family have never been so excited to say prayers.