yesterday, we had dinner with some good friends that had moved away. Claire was a riot to watch. Matthew had everyone captivated with his charm. I thought I'd share a little scene:
6 adults, 4 kids (Claire, Matthew, Miles---18 months and Jayne---2 1/2 years)
it's about bedtime for all the kids. Miles is laughing and happy, but a little whinney from being tired. Jayne is exhausted (from travel) and lays down on the ground and just whines. Poor kids.
Que Claire:
"Ohhhh, sad!" Claire brings Jayne her blanket.
"Feel better?" Claire FORCES Jayne to drink from her sipper.
Jayne does.
Claire steals blanket, Jayne cries.
"Claire, give it back. It's hers. You can ask her if she will share, but please give it back."
Claire lays down next to Jayne and tries to cover herself and Jayne up with TINY blanket. Claire wraps arms around Jayne. "It's all right, Son." (that's what I say to Matthew when he's crying) Pats her back.
Night continues on with Claire being a mother to all those involved. I had no idea kids had such maternal instincts!
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Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Friday, August 27, 2010
Moses...
Claire and I were reading a book based on the movie: The Prince of Egypt. The book is focused on Moses' older sister, Miriam. How it was her job to take care of her brother. How she promised God to protect him from the Pharoah's decree that all male babies were to be thrown in the Nile River.
We sat and talked for just a second how it was Miriam's job to take care of Moses and comparing how it is also Claire's job to take care of her brother, Matthew. I didn't think she was interested in hearing it, so I let her go. She sat there with the book, singing (because they have the song in there and we sing it together) for a few more minutes and I started to finish vaccuming. I turned it off to hear this:
"Father...thees day...grateful...bessings...brover, Mafew...amen."
Translation: Dear Heavenly Father, Grateful for this day, grateful for blessings, grateful for my brother, Mathew, Amen.
Ummm...wow.
We sat and talked for just a second how it was Miriam's job to take care of Moses and comparing how it is also Claire's job to take care of her brother, Matthew. I didn't think she was interested in hearing it, so I let her go. She sat there with the book, singing (because they have the song in there and we sing it together) for a few more minutes and I started to finish vaccuming. I turned it off to hear this:
"Father...thees day...grateful...bessings...brover, Mafew...amen."
Translation: Dear Heavenly Father, Grateful for this day, grateful for blessings, grateful for my brother, Mathew, Amen.
Ummm...wow.
Monday, May 17, 2010
glucose...
I had my glucose test today...blech. that drink is absolutely disgusting!
Claire was pretty upset with the lady that poked me, but she decided she'd settle for saying 'owie' over and over instead of screaming. I was glad to show her that it's not only her that gets poked with needles.
When we were waiting for the doc, Claire looked up to a pic on the wall and said, "Gee-sahs?" Yeah, not even close. It was a farm house or something like that. I said to her, "No, not Jesus." She looked up at me with her big blue eyes and said, "Work?" I always tell her when she wakes up and asks for Daddy that he's at work. I love that she made the connection to Jesus. We talked about Him being with us all the time, but we can't see Him. I don't think she got it, but she will.
We took Claire off the last step of steroids on Friday. That night, she had a fever of about 103 F. Her fever has been about 101.5-103 F this whole weekend. She doesn't like to walk up/down the stairs and she has me worried sick. She will randomly tell me that something hurts (her knee, her toe, her ankle, , her finger---usually a joint) and makes me kiss it better. We called her doc this morning. I hope to hear back from her soon. She also has canker sores all over her mouth, so eating has been hard for her. She drinks a ton. I don't know if cankers could be related or not. When Nick discovered the cankers, I thought, "oh, she's just been teething! maybe this is what is causing the fever!" I'll hope for this, but I really don't know.
Claire was pretty upset with the lady that poked me, but she decided she'd settle for saying 'owie' over and over instead of screaming. I was glad to show her that it's not only her that gets poked with needles.
When we were waiting for the doc, Claire looked up to a pic on the wall and said, "Gee-sahs?" Yeah, not even close. It was a farm house or something like that. I said to her, "No, not Jesus." She looked up at me with her big blue eyes and said, "Work?" I always tell her when she wakes up and asks for Daddy that he's at work. I love that she made the connection to Jesus. We talked about Him being with us all the time, but we can't see Him. I don't think she got it, but she will.
We took Claire off the last step of steroids on Friday. That night, she had a fever of about 103 F. Her fever has been about 101.5-103 F this whole weekend. She doesn't like to walk up/down the stairs and she has me worried sick. She will randomly tell me that something hurts (her knee, her toe, her ankle, , her finger---usually a joint) and makes me kiss it better. We called her doc this morning. I hope to hear back from her soon. She also has canker sores all over her mouth, so eating has been hard for her. She drinks a ton. I don't know if cankers could be related or not. When Nick discovered the cankers, I thought, "oh, she's just been teething! maybe this is what is causing the fever!" I'll hope for this, but I really don't know.
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