Frozen

We are not a movie-buying family, but Frozen is just...an exception!  I can't believe I've lived 31 years without Olaf in my life. We hit Shopko tonight after daycare pickup, a bit skeptical that there would be any DVDs yet on the shelf.  To our surprise, there were!

As we walked out, Abby read the cover:  "Best animated film of the year."

Adam disagreed.  "No," he said, "It's the most bestest film of the year."

Abby corrected his grammar.  "No, Adam," she said.  "It's the most greatest."

A Brave Heart

I have treasured Adam's first year of Sunday School.  When his class lets out, he walks directly to our Sunday School room and sits against the exterior wall, waiting patiently for me to come out so he can retell his lesson to me.

Today I cracked open our door and slipped out to kneel beside him, as is our custom.  He smacked his little lips, sat up on his knees, and proceeded with the story of David & Goliath.  The details of how the battle came to be escaped him momentarily, so he handed me his papers and asked me to read the story aloud.  I did, and he listened carefully until I reached the part about David declaring that he, a boy, would take on the giant.

Adam placed one little hand on mine to pause me while he placed the other on his heart.  He said, "At - at this part, I - I just feel someping so brave in my heart. Cause - cause God was him, you know."

Golden Teeth & Politics

Spring visited today! It's been a winter of oft-closed daycare, flus, and colds, so we are all desperate for a change.  Yesterday at 2:30 I'd had enough.  I took an hour of personal leave, scooped up both kids, and skipped town to see Mr. Peabody.  We bought the biggest popcorn they offered, sat in the back of the near-empty theater, and laughed raucously whenever we felt like it.  It was refreshing.

Adam had seven baby molars capped off a couple of weeks ago.  He went through anesthesia like a champ and is so proud of his "golden teeth."  He called them golden until his sister teased him.  Now he calls them silver.  Mispronunciations and misnomers are so precious; one sound round of teasing, though, and they disappear into thin air.

Abby is six but still calls hamburger hang-a-bur.  I like it.  I will forever treasure the days of birthday puh-cakes (Abby) and pahnilla shakes (Adam).

Adorable language faux pas and all, we talk a lot of religion and politics around our house - and during most car trips, too.  Who knew that the developing mind is intensely interested in the topics most adults set aside in company?  We talk about presidents, past and present, and God vs. Satan.  We talk about Obama and helping the poor and doing our fair share.  We talk about heaven and hell.  And then everything usually comes around to Olaf from Frozen, somehow.

iFamily

I had been counting down the days until my contract with Verizon would allow me to get an iPhone. That day was yesterday.  I left papers scattered across my classroom and rushed to the store at 4 PM with my early upgrade email printed and folded in my purse.

For Abby, yesterday meant that she could now use a free app on her iPod to text my iPhone!  We texted all evening, sitting on the couch side by side.

Saturday is Pancake Day, but more importantly, Saturday is also Mom Sleeps In Day.  Four-year-olds and six-year-olds get that!  It only took SIX YEARS AND EIGHT MONTHS to be able to sleep in one day a week. That's not so long.

This morning I heard a gentle "Ding!" beside my head around 8:15 AM.  I picked up my favorite new toy and read, "Mom wack up!"