Receiving my first angry letter...

Lizzy brought me a card tonight.  She sternly told me I needed to open it right now and she would read it to me.















Apparently it reads:

"Dear Mommy,
I am sooooo mad at you right now because you gave my tea to Nye.  That was my tea and I liked it.  You can't give it away and now I am so frustrated!!!  You need to make me another one right now."

The two people holding hands at the bottom?  They are angry angry people and want me to make Lizzy tea. 

As demanding as that letter sounds, I'm actually very impressed with how mature her response was!  She got mad, ran over to her writing desk, and quietly spent time writing me a letter that expressed her disappointment and proposed a solution. 

Just to clear my name, this was the tea she absolutely refused to drink all day yesterday and all day today.  She thought it was yucky.  Yet somehow she doesn't remember that part.    :-)

What the Kingdom of God seems like when you're 2

We were driving to Walmart and passed the time by singing songs about the kingdom of God.  We arrived and got out of the car.  When Nye saw the store facade, he got very excited, pointed towards it, and started yelling, "Kingdom of God!! The kingdom! The Kingdom!"

"That is what the Scriptures mean when they say, 'No eye has seen, no ear has heard, and no mind has imagined what God has prepared for those who love him."   I Cor. 2:9 (NLT)

Blasphemy with good intentions

Lizzy was coloring and listing the 10 commandments to herself.  These two made the list:

Do not eat idols.

Don't cheat God.

While not part of the original ten, they are still pretty good guidelines for a 3 year old.

Putting this on my kid now

Any good guesses why I would slather strong alcohol and citronella on my son?

No?  Apparently it's a great way to bring down a fever.  Here goes...

(I was going to add a pitiful picture of a sick and lethargic Nye, but when I got my camera he started jumping and laughing on the couch, then flinging himself onto the pillows the floor.  Can't keep a good man down.)

A Little Night Music in the Morning

Lizzy was running around the house with Nye's birthday money singing, "It's mine, it's mine, it's really really mine" (to the tune of Mozart's Eine Kleine Nachtmusik).  Nye started throwing a fit and when Lizzy ran into the kitchen singing and saw my disapproving-give-it-back-to-your-brother face, she immediately about-faced and started tiptoeing back to Nye.  Without missing a beat, and grinning her little face off, she changed her "tune" to, "It's Nye's, it's Nye's, it's really really Nye's."

Saying goodnight...

Lizzy: "Goodnight Grandma, and remember..."
Grandma: "Candyland tomorrow?"
Lizzy: "YEAH!...uh, no... I mean remember God is always with you."

One Tired Little Girl

Apparently one musuem exhibit was so boring you could fall asleep standing up.