Relax…

On our way home from common meal tonight Joey started asking questions about dying, again. It started pretty benignly and moved quickly to “how do you die.” I hope my answer was not a wrong choice, but I told her that most people die when they get old and that lots of times they die in their sleep, and that it doesn’t hurt. She asked about how Nathan’s great Grandma died (Johanna’s name sake). Then she was crying a bit and said it was hard for her to pray to God when she is upset and crying. I asked what she wanted to pray for…”so that God will let me not think about dying.” My baby is so young, why does she have to worry so much about such “big” things?

Johanna had her first swimming lesson of this session today. We dropped Quinn off in child care (screaming of course) and went to the pool to wait for her class. I noticed a lack of teachers and soon realized that one of the male lifeguards was setting up for her class. i walked over, leaving Joey on the bench, and quizzed him a bit. They don’t have a teacher for the class yet, so he was subbing. I went back to Joey and told her, that Devin was going to be her teacher today, and that one of the girls she was friends with from her first swim class was in her class with her. Johanna stopped smiling and started saying “mommy…mommy…mommy…mommy…mommy…mommy…mommy…” I dropped her in the water where she continued saying “mommy…mommy…mommy…mommy…mommy…” For the next 40 minutes. She is afraid of “boy” teachers. I offered ice cream, cookies, Mc Donalds, any reward I could think of to get her to try and participate; nothing worked.
Also, after screaming for 40 minutes, the child care people brought Quinn to me…Just what I need and 18 month old desperately trying to jump in the pool to add to my 4 1/2 year old desperate to get out. We left early.

I love watching my kids play in the garage with the Little People toys and animals. Joey has little stories and pretend play that is really fun to listen to…until king kong (quinn) comes and steals baby zebras and Joey’s “son”. Quinn likes to pretend too. Joey tucked her kids in and said night night…Quinn lay down on the couch they same way J was and said ni ni. AWWWWW. Sweet

I was out on the computer while Nathan and Joey were reading stories. I was called out to a crying Joey, who was once again asking about what happens to your body when you die. Joey said “I just want to always be with my dada, my real dada.” “You mean God?” “yeah” I told her God is always with us on Earth and in Heaven. “But we don’t know what he looks like.” I said that didn’t matter. Nathan told about a dream he had and what he thought of when he pictured God. I explained what I think of…”Clouds with bright light shining through, completely covering the earth and hugging us, keeping us safe and warm.” Joey smiled and looked at Nathan’s tattoo. Then said she was ready to get in bed. On the way she said, but “I don’t know how the soul gets out.” “Neither do I, but I don’t think about that stuff, that’s God’s Job. I let him worry about those things, my job is to love him and to take care of my family and go to work, etc.” “What’s my job?” “Loving God, being a good friend, …obeying your parents. Everything else is for God to worry about.”

Thinking about that…I’m glad I don’t have to worry about all those details. It gives me more time to focus on the important stuff.

I just learned that a good friend’s mom died last week. She had the same thing Aaron Boydston has. Same non symptoms, on her way to a dr. appointment (as I understand), lost consciousness, and never woke up. So sad, and very scary. Don’t ignore feeling crumby, go to the doctor early!

Sweet laptop, I love you so!

every day around 5pm or so, a mid 40’s aged mexican man walks up and down the street with a small push cart with a bell attatched selling ice cream. uh… we live in east ventura i don’t get it. I have never seen anyone buy anything from him, and I don’t really want my kids to know what that bell means, so we won’t be buying anything anytime soon.

My foot is still pretty ugly, but the pain is getting a bit better (at least when I’m not forced to run, having things thrown at it, or grabbed by small children). Today I was able to wear shoes! Granted they were nathan’s really old vans, so they are very loose, but at least I didn’t have to wear slippers to work again

That is pretty much what I said at church this morning when I dropped a bench on my foot. I took my shoe and sock off to see what it looked like…oh man I have never seen anything grow that fast and change colors so many times. X-rays showed no fracture, so I am just limping around until my mom bring my old crutches by in the morning.

I went to the doctor to have some moles removed. Quinn has been pulling at one and the other has been growing and hurting lately. In the past the doctor has numbed the area and either snipped the mole off with scissors or shaved it off with a razor. Today I saw a nurse practitioner instead of my normal doctor. He froze the moles with liquid nitrogen. I figued they would come off right away, but no, I have to wait until they fall off! Thats just gross, plus they hurt and feel funny.