Put God in there

Kate and I were chillin', post non-nap, and she was watching good old Hannah Montana. I'm not paying a whole lot of attention, but she looks up at me and says, "Mom. Teacher says that I need to put God in my heart, but I can't because He's too big."

"Well, you are the only one that can choose to put God in your heart, Kate," then thinking that might be a bit too theological for a 3 year old, I added, "You already love God, so He's already in there."

"No mom, look!" she says, lifting up her dress and pointing at her tummy, "He's not there! YOU have to do it! I can't do it-- He's so big! You've got to."

I really wasn't sure how to respond to that. How exactly do I do this? Coupled with the comment she made in Sunday School a few weeks ago about how mommy NEVER reads the Bible to her, but Daddy does, I'm starting to get a complex about my spiritual teaching. I mean, we pray each morning and before meals, she reads little Bible stories, but not really the Bible. Good grief. Maybe I need a home schooler to take over here or something.

My girl is SO cute

I ordered some clothes for Kate for her birthday. The woman who made them was a high school friend of my brothers, and the clothes she makes are all custom and very cute. It was a splurge, but Kate's a girl and her birthday is coming, so there.

Yes, the girl thing is difficult to overcome. It is more fun to dress up little girls and she loves to look at herself in the mirror and smile at how cute she looks. That's fun! When they were dropped off last night, Stu looked at them like, "so what?" It's a girl thing. As Kate loves to say, "Mommy! We're girls!"

So, I went ahead and gave her the tutu and leotard. The leotard had to be worn to school today. Oh well, what difference does that make? It looked super cute, if I do say so myself. I'm saving the dress for her birthday.

Model Marriage

Sam and Kate were invited to the younger Wilkersons to pick pumpkins last Wednesday. It was very fun, and the kids had a good time. Sam watched Ben play World of Warcraft (I know, right? Is that even appropriate for a 6 year old?!) and Kate played games with Rebecca. By playing games, I mean that she asked Rebecca to get out a game, extract all pieces, and then put it away. They played at least 10 games. Fun.

We did look at a wedding album while at the Wilkersons, and I can only assume that was the cause of the latest in my children's ongoing dialouge on marriage. In the car on the way home the discussion went like this:

Says Kate: "Sam! Are you going to marry me or what?!"
Sam: "No way! You're my sister! I'm not marrying you!"
Kate: "Then who is going to marry me??!!"
Sam: "One of your friends."
Kate: "From Jo's or from school?"
Sam: "I don't know! I thought you were going to marry Lincoln."
Kate: "NO! He said he's not going to marry me EVER."
Sam: "Well I don't know who you're going to marry."
Kate: "I have to marry someone!"

At this point, I felt it necessary to interject. After all, I don't want my daughter to be oppressed by the image that in order to have value as a woman you must marry! So I added, "God will provide who you need to marry when it's time, if you get married at all. You don't have to get married, you know."

They both acted like that was total lunacy. What? Not get married! Craziness.

Good grief. I had no idea how important marriage is to little people. What does that say about unmarried parents-- that would really rock their world, huh?