Plugged

My little peanut's got a plugged up pooper...peaches, pears, peas, and prunes...and maybe a little glycerin suppository--but that doesn't start with "p."  Poor little pumpkin!  What a way to celebrate your 7 month birthday!

Rags to Riches?

As the girls were getting ready for school, Emily asked innocently, "Mom, when you were little, what did you wear...rags?"  Where do they come up with this stuff?

Farmin'

Grandpa Prestrud with all 13 grandkids.  Prairie Farm, WI.  Labor Day weekend.  A photographer from a farming calendar also came out to take pictures...so you may see one like this in a 2010 calendar a year from now.  The Case Tractor (if I've got my facts straight) was originally purchased by Wade's Great Grandfather, sold several times, then many years later tracked down, purchased again, and restored by Wade's Dad, who still farms on this century old farm. 

Sometimes I Just Shake My Head

Over the weekend I cleaned out the art supply cupboard.  In doing so, I found this lovely note.

It reads:  "Emily, you have to clean up my clothes if you want a hug & kiss.  I love you so much.  Love, Abby Prestrud."

Nothin' like a little unconditional sisterly love. 

Hugs

Came in the room to find Nathan giving Courtney a big bear hug.  Knowing he doesn't know his own strength when it comes to babies, I cautioned him to "not hug the heck out of her."

"Yeah, I won't hug the neck off of her," he replied.  Well, that works too.

Where Do Babies Come From?

 

Conversation between the girls today as they came home from school and loved on their baby sister...

Abby:  Ooooooh wejustloveyourbabychub...justlovethatchub...ourlittlechubbers...

Abby again:  All that chub comes from Mama's milk!

Emily:  Naw-aw...her chub comes from dirt.  Daddy says we all come from dirt. 

1st Day

1st day of 1st grade for miss Emily Gracia, and 1st day of 3rd grade for Abba-do. Before the bus picked them up, the 3 of us prayed together over their school year. Afterward I looked at Abby and she had tears in her eyes. "That was just touching," she told me with sincerity. And then she offered up a spontaneous prayer of her own. Oh, my heart. Love those girls.

Praying that God gives them a good year--of good friends, good teachers, and good learning. Praying His protection over them over all that they are exposed to and need to filter through. And praying above all that they grow in their relationship with Him, and share His love and truth with those around them. Lord, may they influence more than they are influenced.