Today...

I had the kind of morning that was hard to get motivated.  I was attacking the laundry.  It felt good yet I felt paralyzed to do much more.  I finally got my butt in gear and headed to town to do the things that needed to be crossed off my TO DO list. 


The major one was reporting to the Health Unit that the younger two had their necessary shots.  I didn't call and let them know and today I got the call that the boys would be suspended tomorrow if I didn't get it taken care of today.  I am sure that Zachary would have loved the day off, Josh, not so much.  CHECK ✔!  Then it was off to get Tyler to the orthodontist.  Ouch.  New wires and sore teeth.


That was just what I needed... to be outside.  It was SO BEAUTIFUL!  Perfect weather, driving with windows down, the radio up and my hair blow drying in the breeze.  I love that perfect weather!


The boys and I went to the park for a bit and then to supper with friends.  It was a good evening.


Today I found a picture  of someone from yesteryear.  This person was part of my world for a time.  I lost them and often wondered what happened to them.  I stumbled upon them today, thanks to the wide world of the web.  It was a little weird.   They looked older and not as happy as I would have thought or wished for them.


They hurt me.  I licked my wounds and God helped me move on.  Life has been good to me thanks to God's mercy.  Yet I was surprised that I felt disturbed by their apparent lot in life.  Of course this is all my assumption.  Maybe they are happy.  Maybe life is good.  


Weird, isn't it, to be part of someone's world and then not to be anymore?


That is one of those life things I hate.... watching a friendship wander away.
I hate when dating someone stole a friendship when that relationship didn't work out.
Oh well... it was just one of those moments today that left me feeling a bit sad.


It also left me grateful for my blessings... which, of course, Sanj, is the biggest one!

"And they'll know we are Christians by our love..."

Last week I finally realized that my children have no regard for the clothes that they have.  They do not appreciate the fact that there is usually clean laundry always at their disposal.  I stopped doing their laundry last Thursday.  I told them they (the older 3-4) were responsible for their stuff.  I don't think they believed me.

Yesterday after supper, I called them down and had them empty the laundry room.  It was so stuffed with clothes, you could barely open the door.  I think they were a little overwhelmed at the mound that piled there.  I had them sort through for their clothes.  I told them that there lays all their stuff.  If they wanted it clean, then wash it.

I have to admit, it feels good.  I don't even feel bad.  As far as Max and the younger two, as long as it is in their bin, I'll wash it.  They have always been good about putting their clothes away.

Guess they are growing up.  If I want them to be responsible men, it  has to include laundry!    :)

I feel OK with the laundry that is my part because it isn't an unreasonable amount any more!    Yah, me!

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Zach asked me the other day, "How come some people don't think we are Christians?"

That question surprised me a bit.  I guess it was a judgement that  was made based on the fact that we were not going to church regularly.  I found it bothersome.  It has been on my mind a bit.  Part of my wants to react ugly and mouth off but I won't.  What is the point?  If someone is taught to judge Christianity based on church attendance... wow, won't heaven be an interesting place?

My fingers have had to pause.  I feel that age old anger surfacing.  I feel that deep frustration that people are just so ignorant.  

This weekend at the retreat, my girlfriend and I were talking about church, God and all that is in the middle.  I was telling her of my decision to go back to church with some commitment to attend regularly.  This was a decision based on my children's needs and desires.  It was a decision based on a nudge.  

I was then telling her about my dad's letter.  She asked if I got the letter after the decision to go back to church.  She saw it as maybe they were connected.  I told her I didn't.  I think that God understands my deepest hurts.  He knows me deepest fears.  He knows what I need.  I don't think that God would take the peace that came with the letter away, even if I chose not to go to church.  I don't think He is that kind of God.

As I listened that weekend to the conversations, so many revolved around church.  So much revolved on hurts and disappointments.  I really think that is because we expect too much.  Church is really a place to meet with others and worship God.  It really should be that simple, shouldn't it?

That is what I see it as.  That is why this last weekend felt so good and was church for me.  We shared, sang, prayed and connected.  


"And they'll know we are Christians by our love."

Algebra 101

Up until now none of the boys have brought home math that was too hard to help them with.  Usually they are able to finish it without help.


I suck at math.  In 9th grade, I was in a special math class.  I really appreciated my teacher, Mr. Shoun's patience.  Last night I was missing Mr. Shoun's math skills.  Sammy has a unit in Algebra that he is to do on his own.  It is called ISU... Independent Study Unit.  I have other things I call it.


Sanj apparently stinks at Math.  He just says he can't do math... that must not be required in the works of a Doctorate.  Um... my husband just got busted.  He says, as I read him the blog, "It's not that I can't do math... I just don't like it."   Wow!  Like I enjoyed pushing out 7 pounds of baby out of my being six times?  Like I enjoy cleaning poop and vomit?  Like I enjoy .... OK... He is in major trouble!


Let me go back to Algebra.  I am helping Sammy get part 1 done of the ISU.  Thankfully there are answers in the back.  So I work it out backwards.   Yet here is my question?  When in real life is algebra used?  Who really cares about what x is?  The only use that I have had for Algebra was to help my high school kid out.  Those that do use this in their lives, can't they just take it in University?


I guess I am not embracing the knowledge that I will get from being able to pass an Algebra test with flying colours and resent the fact that my kids have to be torched with this cruel and unusually punishment.

I was going to give examples of the math I did last night but don't know how to type the exponent on the computer.  Too bad...


At least now I know that Sanj is more than CAPABLE of doing this math.  I am thinking I am off the hook.  On the other side of this, it did force me to push myself past the point of comfort and guess what?  I am not too dumb to get some of it!  :)  That did feel pretty good!

10 Wives!

This weekend I had a glimpse of life with 10 wives!  Wow, what a difference!  The Mormons were on to something!

This was the weekend of the Rhema Retreat but it back a bunch of ladies hanging out at a cottage.  We had a really good time.

We went shopping... I tried on this very cool dress.  It was the kind of dress that one would wear if you were a movie star!  It had feathers on it!  When I tried it on, the sales lady said, "there he is."  I paused.  He???  A little creepy!  I really loved the dress!  LOVED IT!  Wish I was fancy enough to have places to wear it! lol

Back to my wives... there were 10 of us in total...  after we shopped, there was snacks in the car to refuel us, some-else cleaned up and off we went again!
Meal times were a breeze.  Everyone naturally took turns preparing the food, doing dishes and setting the table. WOW!  Seriously, 10 minutes tops and the clean up was done!

Imagine my life with 10 wives!  Every kid would have a "mom" to look after their needs, I would be available for snuggles anytime!  There would be no issues with laundry or messiness.  Meals and lunches would be a breeze!

There was a disgusting abundance of food, lots to drink but the shortage was time.

How come time goes so fast when you are having fun?

Wow... my weekend with 10 wives was so cool!.

Seriously, there is nothing like hanging out with friends.  There is nothing like leaving your reality for a few days and stepping into another reality that is all about you.  It was pretty awesome.  The commonness  was our school that we all love so much, our God and our families.

It was so good to just be.  I felt God's presence there.  It was church in the best sense of the word.  My weekend with 10 wives was pretty special!

Can't wait to do it again!

Look Who Is Turning 5 Years Old???

Have you ever been given a gift that you didn't understand the value of it when you received it?  I remember at our wedding, we got this set of hot pads that you would put on the table and then put your hot pots on.  I thought it was such a weird gift.  Yet, it is the one thing that I use all the time.  They are old, the picture on them is faded and they aren't even straight anymore, yet, they are proved to be a useful gift.

Josh.  My sixth child.  Lord knew we didn't need anymore kids.  We had our hands full with 5 busy boys.  Yet, me, being me, I needed another baby.  I wanted another baby.  (OK, I wanted to try for a girl, one last time).  My husband never says no to my heart's desires.

March 27, 2005, Easter Sunday, Joshua Daniel was born.  He took a LONG time to come out.  After 5 babies, Zach, who only took 2 hours to slide out, the doctors were sure Josh was going to be fast, maybe even scary fast.

Who know he had other ideas.  He took 12 hours to get out.  I was not impressed.  I should have realized it was a warning.  He was going to be a babe that did things his way.  He was going to be a leader and not a follower.  I was so mad at him.  Really?  12 hours?  That was so not necessary.    He was 6'12 even though he came 3 weeks early.

Baby number 6... we didn't get off to a great start.  He needed me so much and I needed space.  He didn't let me have it.  He made me love him.  He didn't care that I was sad I didn't get my girl.  He didn't care that I had 5 other sons that needed loving.  He just made sure that it was all about him.  He did in such a way that everyone fell in love with him.  His brothers adore him.  He leads them.  He knows how to do it in such a way that they don't even know that they are being taken!  He has his dad wrapped around not just his finger but his whole heart!

Another boy.  Yet he, just like his brothers, is not just another boy.  Josh is so special.  He is the kind of gift that I didn't realize the "value"of when I first saw him.  Yet he was not going to settle for being lumped into  the category of another boy.  

Funny how many people do that every day.  Yesterday I heard someone say, "Well at least my daughter got a girl in the mix of those boys."  THOSE BOYS?

Back to Josh, though.  Josh is just delicious!  Josh is sparkly.  Josh is like the firework show that comes on Independence Day.  Josh is sure the whole world loves him.  He is sure that life stops just for him.  He really thinks that blinking at him will make him have a dream about you.  He is sure that toys in the stores are just waiting for him to come and bring them home.  He believes that shooting someone with a gun is showing affection.  He loves to snuggle and be told that "I am so glad that Jesus gave you to me."

My Josh is turning 5 tomorrow.  5 years ago this little gift came into my life.  I have the pleasure of finding out every single day what a wonderful gift I have been given full of surprises that make me want to cry with thankfulness that I was blessed with this little but not so little bundle of love.

Joshua Daniel... Happy Birthday, my sweet blessing from God.  I am SO glad that Jesus gave you to me!  I love you with all my heart and then some.  You are loved and cherished! 

Thank you God, for knowing how much I needed Josh in my life.  Thank you for giving him to me.  What a delightful gift!  What a yummy treat!  What a privilege to be called Mommy to this dear boy!

Amen.

Big One and Little One...

Today was Josh's trip to the sugarbush.  I was planning on going with him.


Sammy made the Junior Team for hockey in high school.  Today was the big tournament for them.


Last night Sammy asked me if I could come to his game.


Here's the thing about teens.   They are growing up.  They are seeking independence.  Yet they still are in need of their parents.  I am so glad he asked.


Josh was not impressed.  He still isn't impressed.  Yet he will get over it.  If you look up baby in the dictionary, you will likely see Josh's picture!  Life is really all about him.  His brothers cater to him.  We forget he is going to be 5 years old (tomorrow) and continue to take his lead as baby of the family.


Going to Sammy's game was quite an experience for me.  It was a whole new world.  Our boys play on the  city teams.  Well, the church teams.  Sammy is a very talented athlete.  He just excels in the world of sports.  He is a great player.


Yesterday, when I walked into the arena, the game had just started.  I found myself holding my breathe the whole game!  (Quite a talent, I know)!  The boys on the teams were huge!  Not only were they bigger than big but they were rough!!!  Wow.  I was scared.  My Sammy was one of the smaller players.  I found myself praying that God would keep him safe.   Intense.  Rough.  Hockey. Yikes.


All was well and Sammy was exhausted.  I am proud that he was able to hold his own.  I am not sure I want him to try out for the high levels.  At least not until he puts on a 100 more pounds and grows a few feet!


This was the day of my biggest and littlest.  How so alike and different they are!  They are like the book ends of our family!

The Letter

I had a rough couple of days.  Cramps from hell.  I was swearing at Eve quite violently this morning.  Sigh.  Since my baby days are DONE... I am counting down the months/years till menopause.  :)

Yesterday 3 strangers asked me if we would have more kids?  People, my youngest is 5.  No... we are done!  Pick on someone else.

I just got a letter from my dad today.  Well, it may have been in there a bit longer, since I don't check our mailbox every day.  (Really, usually it is just bills, bills and more bills.  It was a big envelope.  Inside was his wishes when he dies.  It was a bit weird.  Yet at the same time, it was a bit of a relief.  No fighting over who and what when that time comes.

He wrote me a hand written letter, the writing was very shaky.  Before I read it, just looking at it made me very sad.  This is my dad.  I wouldn't be if it wasn't for his part.  It is weird when I put it that cut and dry.

He wrote a lot of the usual.  Then he wrote he loved me very much.  He wrote, "Forgive me all the mistakes I have made."

Wow.  I have waited forever and yet here are those words.  Love you and forgive me.  

A part of me wants to cry, actually bawl my eyes out for all the pain and heart ache that has been over 4 decades and yet even longer.  What made it so complicated and hard?  Why?  I have always said I knew my dad loved me.  Yet, I always said actions speak louder than words.  It is a rule that I try to live my life by.  Don't just say the words, show it so that there is never any doubt.  Too many of my dad's actions belied those words.  Yet, today, I read them in black and white.  Today, I really do believe the words that I stare at in that shaky handwriting.  Today, right now, I wish I could climb on my dad's lap, without reservation and have him hold me and sob like a baby.  God, how much I love my dad.  How much I wish he had a normal, safe presence in my life.

Tears are flowing as I type this simply because there has been so much pain and loss.  There has been so much waste.  I wish that my dad was the same all the time.  I wish I could be safe with him.  No, I am not scared of him physically anymore but I am emotionally.  His instability causes me so much up and down emotions.

It is a typical letter of his, though.  There are other things that he writes.  He always has said that he stayed away because of my mom.  She wouldn't be there if he was.  There is always the factor of blame that is in his letters.

As usual, contact with him leaves me confused.

Dear Jesus,

You know my thoughts and feelings even as I can't make sense of them.

My dad, I love him.  Thank you for bring me into the world.  Thank you for the traits that he blessed me with.  Thank you for loving us so unconditionally.  I know You love him so much.  I know You see him as he was meant to be without sin.  I can't wait to meet that man in heaven.  I pray that he is there.  I pray that You wrap him with that peace that only You can give him.  Comfort him.  

I am so glad that I have you, God, as my Father that I can count on.

I love You!

Amen

Where Did My Max Go?

Today on the way to school I had major attitude to deal with.  Name calling was happening and I was not impressed.  What surprised me was the child that was mouthing back to me.

Max... my sweet, gentle Max was upset about not finding his backpack.  If it was hung up where it was supposed to be, he wouldn't have had this trouble and not to mention I am not interested in this problem of his when we are all in the car, waiting!

He was upset.  He was name calling to one of his brothers.  I said, "Max, quit using words."  (Of course he knew I meant mean words.

My 10 year old said to me with some serious attitude,  "Do you want me to use sign language then?"

I was a little surprised at his ability to come back so quickly.  I was also shocked that my little one was obviously not so little or sweet.

He is still working on the lines he had to write after he came home.  :(

IMS!!!

(Notice Sanj's eyes... they are a little possessed!)

Here it is, Ladies...

IMS... Is your man angry, anxious, hypersensitive and irritable?

Irritable male syndrome (IMS) is a term for a set of symptoms thought to be caused by a drop in testosterone levels in male mammals.  One of the most consistent symptoms is anger and sullen withdrawal present in men between the ages of 40 and 60.   Men with IMS often experience mood swings, stomach cramps and even hot flashes. These symptoms and others are caused by a drop in the male hormone testosterone.  IMS can manifest at any time because, unlike women who experience monthly hormone cycles, men experience a daily hormone cycle. Males' levels of testosterone are highest after waking and fall throughout the day.   (Plagiarized, with thanks, from Wikipedia)

It is that time of month again for me.  Yet again, my hubby asked that infamous question of "What's wrong?"  

Yet what do you ever wonder what is up with the opposite sex?  They can get moody, sullen, annoyed, irritable and unreasonable.    I did a little research on the male anatomy and discovered quite interesting stuff.  They have their issues too!

As I read up on this subject, I realized that we are given a bad rap as women.  PMS is ugly.  Yet, IMS goes unknown because most women have learned coping skills to deal with the raging hormonal changes that occur in men... yes as teenagers yet again as mid-life comes along.  Yet this attacks men between the ages of 40-60 years old.

I am pretty sure that my husband is IMSing.  He is irritated at the most unreasonable thing.  He is annoyed that the lights are never turned off, that the basement is messy again, that the boys do not do enough around the house.  He is hypersensitive to the noise of 6 boys.  He expects that noise level to keep at a two kid noise level.  Every thing annoys him.  I think I am the biggest annoyance.  

My flaws to date... buying things that I don't need;  being an overall mess; never getting things done my TO DO list;  sleeping in; not being a morning person;  it continues I am sure but I tuned him so I did not hear the other things I need to work on.  :)

I understand I am difficult to live with.  I commend him for surviving 15 years with me.  I am wiling to release him of his obligation to me.  Yet he is a glutton for punishment.

It has been quite a weekend with him.  Joy.  Well, not really.  It has been a bit stressful to say the least.  I have been trying to stay out of the way.  This afternoon, I was up helping Sammy with his Algebra (yup, me!!!).  Sanj was in the house and it was a little too quiet.  I realized that he was nesting.

You know,  sometimes when pregnant, you get the urge to organize and get things ready.   Well my hubby attacked the mud room closet.  It was hideous.  It took him a few hours.  He seemed a little calmer.

I asked him if he felt better.  His response was that there was a lot more house to get to.  Hum...

I probably won't show him this post till tomorrow or whenever his IMS is done for the month.

Or maybe it isn't a monthly thing.  If you read about it, it seems to happen more often for men.  Hum... that explains a lot.  

Midol... is there something out there that I can slip into his drink or food?


Dedicated to all my lady friends with IMSing husbands.
My IMSing husband has apologized for his swing moods.
So... here is to the calm before the next storm.
I do love him for always being able to be sorry.
Sigh.

Shop Till We Drop (or Run Out of Cash)!

Retail Therapy!  Who said it was for girls?  I am raising a bunch of boys that just love it!  They had so much fun!  They didn't even try to get more stuff and stayed within the limits that I set before we went in.

I was also taken with the fact that each of them has a distinct style and taste.  They are so similar and yet so different.  I loved watching them match up stuff, scrunch their noses at something I may have pointed out and they didn't like or watch them pick out stuff that Sanj may like.  Actually, that part, I am on to them.  The older 3 can share some of their dad's stuff.  Poor Sanj, he is soon going to have a very empty wardrobe. 

I picked up a sweatshirt for myself... from the men's section (as the stuff in the ladies section at these stores seems to be for teenagers.  The mediums would fit my one thigh)!  I love comfort.  I love how the men's stuff isn't clingy and gut sucking!  Yet as I had it in my hand, the older boys eyes lit up.  "Who is that for?  Can I borrow it?" I was asked.  Suddenly I realized that  there really isn't much hope of it really being mine.  Back on the rack it went.

Funny though, the reaction I get when I wear their sweatshirts! 

I love shopping with the boys!

I was proud of their good attitudes and grateful hearts.

Then it was the hideous 2 hour ride home! 

I don't understand how there aren't more insane people out there that have to sit in rush hour traffic crawling at 20 km/hour.  Seriously!  It was tortuous!  

We stopped at Grandma's house for supper to break up the pain.

Yum.  A good ending to a good day.

Too Fast!

Spring Break is  going by at an alarming speed!  It was extra special that Sammy's arm wasn't broken!   It is probably badly sprained and will likely hurt when he plays hockey etc at bit till it heals.

This week was make extra special from a visit by my sweet Jessica.  She is the one time little girl I used to babysit and lived with their family while in university.  Their family became an extension of mine over the years.

She came to spend some of her Spring Break with us.  All week I have been torn between wanting to hang with the boys and yet wanting time with just Jess.  Last night we went and got pedicures and went out to dinner.  We were able to talk about all sorts of things.  All things are the same love, family, hurts, wanting, dreaming... and yet there is the change that comes with today such as constant need to text.

Here's the problem with the week... I have realized that I am getting old.  First of all, looking at all the pictures we took... there is a lot of grey hair on my head!  I really don't mind it but it was a little shocking to see that quite a few more had popped up since last time I noticed.  Then there is the fact that Jess and the boys were laughing at me due to the fact that I was out of the loop with the lingo that is out there now.  They were laughing at me!  Then there is the fact that Jess sleeps half the morning and then stays up most of the night.  Me... I need my bed by 11 p.m.  I just can't do it!  Josh is up every morning before 7 a.m.  Today he stood up on my bed to demonstrate how he wanted me to GET UP!  

We have had amazing weather this week.  65+ degrees!  We spent a day at the zoo (with half the kids on spring break)!  Yesterday the boys went to the ski hill and had fun skiing with a sweat shirt.

Today, I say bye to my sweet Jess.  I am so thankful for the relationships/friendships that have lasted the test of time.  I am so glad that this friendship is one that my children are blessed with.  I am said to see her go.  I am so touched that she came and spent time with my brood and the flies that are infesting us now that spring is upon us.

I LOVE YOU, JESS!

The boys and I are off to their favourite mall in Toronto.  Lord, have mercy.   It will be a day full of "Can I have this?"  It will be a day of choices and happy faces.  I am sure there will be tears too.  It is going to be a good day and we will come home tired but happy.  Nothing like retail therapy! :)

The Visit with the In-Laws...

It's Monday of March Break... A bit of sleeping in, a big breakfast and some lounging  in the pyjamas.  My in-laws just left.  They spent the night.  Sanj's brother and family are out of town so they were alone.  It is such a different dynamics when it is just us and them.  It is even different with Sanj off to work and it is just   his parents and myself.

It wasn't always this easy.  They didn't like me.  I felt like I was always on the defence... watching my every move as I never knew what I would have done wrong. I had stomach aches every time we went to their house.  It wasn't really a good time.

I am not sure what changed.  They probably realized that I was here to stay.  Maybe it was my winning personality that finally won them over.  :) lol  Maybe it was just time.  We all found our places in the family.

Today as I listened to them, they were reminiscing  about Sanj when he was little.  Of course I heard these stories before.  Yet I am always moved by their love.  They were telling the story of Sanj's dad having to leave for a year.  Of Sanj holding on to his dad at the age of 3, not wanting him to go.  They were apart for a year while his dad came  here to get thing settled.  My father-in-law had tears in his eyes, again, as he retells it.  Love... it just shines so bright as his tears do.

My mother-in-law tells the story of Sanj having a seizure.  She runs out of the house screaming that she doesn't want to see her baby die.  They both tell of praying over Sanj as he is burning up with a 105 degree fever.

I guess as I watched Sanj's parents this weekend, I see a couple that is fighting against the reality of growing old.  I see them trying so hard to hang on to yesterday as that is where they have lived and remember.  Today the folks that are on the outside are not who they feel on the inside.  I see these folks that really do love and hold family dear.  It is just that their love language isn't mine.  It is about accepting what they offer and meeting them half way.  Sometimes, it is about meeting them where they are at.

Sometimes ones personality is what it is.   Maybe they really can't change it.  Maybe they don't mean for it to come across as it is.  Maybe in the midst of a complaint is a thank you.  Maybe in the midst of a demand is a plea for help.  Maybe in the midst of hug is a "I love you."  Maybe sometimes the past is all one really has or knows.

I have been blessed with so much.  I think I am at the place where despite all of the things that bug me or annoy me, I can say that I appreciate these folks that are part of my life in so many ways.  I owe them so much.  I want my children to see the rich heritage that is theirs in their grandparents.  Someday they won't have it right there.  So it is up to me (and Sanj) to foster that feasting of the past.

It was a good weekend.  I put a lot of pressure on myself when they are here.  It is just me.  I want them to feel loved and appreciated and maybe spoiled.  Maybe I am working on them feeling cherished.

Yes, that is it.  Cherished.  I am sure God expects that of us.  We are to cherish those that were before us and fought and blessed us with the life we know.

Maybe after all these years, what I am feeling is love.  I am feeling love for Sanj's parents because if they did not live as they did, I would not live as I do... with a happy home full of hope for the future.

Shooting, Death and Heaven!

Today is a day we have NOTHING calling us!  That hasn't happened in forever!  We are going to my in-laws for supper to celebrate my mother-in-law's birthday.   I love not having to cook and knowing that I will have some good food to boot!

 Last night we went and played laser tag for Zach's birthday.  It was so much fun!  2 other family friends joined us and has 20 minutes of chasing (but no running), shooting and being tagged.  It was a great activity.  Josh had a blast!  He was so funny.  He told Sanj he was his partner and kept following him around.  At the end of the game, of course the winner was Sanj.  As he checked out his score sheet, Josh had shot him 10 times!  LOL

All the boys had a great time and were already planning when they could go again!  We then went to Kelsey's for dinner.  It was a great evening to just relax, hang out, eat lots of good food, and enjoy.  Zach had a great time too.

It was a little scary but I did find pulling on that trigger kind of thrilling and therapeutic.  Hum... I was thinking it would be a great ladies night out!  :)

So Josh came home from school one day and asked me if I wanted to go to heaven?   

I said, "Yes, I can't wait!"    

He replied, "Then just lay on the road and let a car run over you."

Me... Quiet, feeling disturbed and anxious that this is coming out of my babes mouth.

Me... "What do you mean, Josh?"

Josh... "Well (insert name of a boy in his class) told  us that if we lie down on the road and die, we will go to heaven."

Wow.  The thing is how come what Little Preacher Boy says at school is right over what we tell him?  He just doesn't seem to understand that death isn't the only way to make it to heaven! :)

Mrs. Herder... HELP!  (That is Josh sweet and wonderful teacher)!!!

I love my boys!  They certainly keep my world interesting!