I forgot to write your recap from April. Life happened and documenting yours didn't. My bad. But please tell your therapist hello for me when you inevitably end up on his couch from a month of no proof of your antics.
Daddy's dad passed away last month from pneumonia. I don't give you enough credit for how well your ears work because I had talked with Natalie a few times and talked to friends on the phone about it, but never talked directly to you about Grandpa's illness. But when you saw my mom a week or so before Grandpa passed away, you looked at her with a solemn expression on your face and told her about Grandpa's 'demonia'. And you told her how food sometimes goes down Grandpa's air tube instead of his food tube and that made him have demonia. DEMONIA. Lawsy mercy that's the cutest.
Know what else is the cutest? You call eczema 'eczemo'. Know what else is the cutest? You call the Incredible Hulk the Incredible Hunk. Or the Incredible Honk.
Back to Grandpa, though. We took you and Natalie to his funeral, and we think it ended up being absolutely the right decision. Natalie made it through about 90% of the service before she got antsy. You, on the other hand, cracked your first joke about 15 minutes into the service. While Pastor Joe described Grandpa's service in the Air Force, he mentioned that Grandpa served a tour of duty in Okinawa, Japan. Upon hearing that, you immediately perked up, looked at me, and said "Doodie!
wherever-I-am-if-I'm-tired approach. Except at funerals.
You said the snacktime prayer at Sunday School the other day. When your teacher told me, I melted. You usually don't do that kind of stuff in front of a group of people - sometimes you even get nervous in front of Daddy and me. But you did it at church, and I think that's awesome. You're a creature of prayer habit, so I'm assuming this was the prayer (probably said with your eyes squished shut and your hands poking your delightfully plump belly):
Dear Lord, Thank you for sending Your Son for dying on da cwoss and for saving us. In Jesus' name, Amen.
Couldn't have said it better myself.
Hugs and smooches,
Mommy & Daddy
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