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I dont care who you voted for in the election....there was no denying the sense of patriotism that came over you as you watched President Obama being sworn in. The bands playing, the songs of old being sung, a great preacher telling it like it is (Warren), people crying, people celebrating, seeing that massive crowd there to watch this moment in history unfold. I believe this was a moment my kids will bank into their memories as a patriotic event. The flags were flying so gracefully and perfectly like God Himself was blowing them. I know some of us dont know what to expect from this new president. But that was not the thoughts on my mind that day. I was just proud to be an American.
The girls were quite enthralled by the whole event. They even stayed in from the snow longer than I imagined just to see the whole process. What was there favorite part? Watching President Obama place his hand on the Bible. It was like a sigh of relief came over them seeing that even he was going to be accountable to God. They did get a little embarrassed for the flub up in the swearing in speech, again there was another teachable moment. Even people who are very important can make mistakes. It is all ok!!! Lets just all remember in this new point of history that people are human and will make mistakes, but ultimately God is in control and He never fumbles!!! Remember to pray for our new President.
Well, I guess I have been coddling this big boy too long. Turns out he knows how to sit up. I guess I figured Baby "L" may be my last baby so I was keeping him needful as long as possible. Turns out this little booger doesnt want to be held back. He wants to be a big boy like his bro Little "O". I must say "O" seems much more intrigued by Baby "L" now that he can sit and play with the same toys he plays with. There is a small hint of what's mine is mine in Little "O"s eyes though. I think these two are going to be pretty good buds as time goes on.
Im sure most everyone joins in on the American Idol craze, whether we admit it or not. Well, last night after the kids and I have been enjoying the 2 day 2 hour episodes of The Idol this week, we sat down to dinner and somehow Idol became a topic of our conversation. All it took was the words American Idol and Little "O" suddenly broke into his rendition of some operatic song. I noticed the other night how he seemed enthralled with the singers when they would hold their ending notes long. Well, I guess he banked his experience and decided that was the best way to make it to Hollywood. Now we cant get him to stop that loud, very dramatic voice he has discovered. It is cute today but I may have to convince him that quiet singing is ok too. However, for all your listening pleasure.....Introducing Little "O" ........
excuse the darkness of the video, but you get the gist!
Does anyone remember that song from preschool? One little, two little, three little Indians... four little, five little, six little Indians.....seven little, eight little, nine little Indians...ten little Indian Momma's. Uh, Uh carrying my papoose.....Uh, Uh carrying my papoose...Uh, Uh carrying my papoose....ten little Indian Momma's!!! I sing this song in my head the whole time I am carrying Baby "L" in this little papoose (sling) that my bff passed on to me to make my life (and my back) a little easier.
The first few tries Baby "L" completely tried to wiggle free from the confinement, however he has discovered that he gets to be close to me more while he is in there. Needless to say I won and I now wear him like a piece of clothing. Thanks again tic (or were you tac?)
Ok, so we have gotten away with Little "O" being a fairly easy child. He loves his Mommy and wants to be held all the time, however, other than that we have really not had too many typical BOY issues come up. He is always super careful before trying new things and pretty easy going with everything (much unlike his brother from another mother Little "E"). Today, however, we have discovered a new side to this gentle giant. He apparently has a sneaky ability to get into my make up and thinks that cat whiskers look good on him. Then, not even 2 hours later I was having to perform minor surgery on his nose to remove some beads he decided to shove up there. Apparently the apple doesnt fall too far from the tree, anyone who knows my husband knows that everything is fair game to tickle the inside of his nose to bring on massive sneezes. At least I have never had to surgically remove any of his nose ticklers. Oh what's that you say? Too much information!! Sorry but the truth is gross sometimes. Is this the beginning of boyhood for me? Bring it on!!!