Let's Pray

So, I will admit that we don't often enough get to eat together as a family. It seems that more often than not, in our busy, go-go-go life, we feed Drew early, do whatever we need to, put the Bug to bed and then eat ourselves. Definitely something we need to work on, but for now, that is just how it goes. Not tonight. Tonight we had family dinner. 'a-petti according to Drew. Most of you would call it spaghetti. Anyway, we started dinner and Tim prayed for us. Drew was so sweet ... he put his little hands together and quietly waited for Daddy to get done; when Tim mentioned my name in prayer, Drew gazed at me ... he is so cute! So, we went on to eat our 'a-petti. After a few good bites, Drew bug stops and says, "Daddy do it. Daddy do it." We are trying to figure out what he means. Everything we offered, he would say no to. Then, he put his hands together again and said, "Daddy do it." Oh, we said. You want to pray. So Tim asked him what he wanted to pray for. Drew said, "Papa." You see, we have prayed with Drew since he was born -- especially before he goes to sleep. And for quite a while we have been praying for Papa -- that Jesus would heal Papa's memory. So tonight, when Drew asked to pray for Papa, kind-of out of the blue, it was one of the sweetest requests I have ever heard. So we did. "Jesus, please heal Papa. Amen." Even typing about it now, I am teary-eyed remembering his sweet little voice. After we prayed for Papa, he also wanted to pray for Ma-wrose. We did that, too. He is absolutely over the moon for Papa and Ma-wrose! I am, too, really.

After this sweet moment of prayer, I was thinking ... if the only thing Tim and I pass on to Drew is a deep desire to speak to and know his Creator, then we will have done the best thing for him that we ever could. Nothing -- nothing will ever be more important to him.

Tonight, we are going to add a special prayer for Aunt Cherie at bedtime (this is my Aunt who has breast cancer). She had surgery today. The report I got is that all went very well, and she will begin radiation shortly. Please pray for her, too. I pray that Jesus will heal her completely from this cancer and that He will be glorified by her story. In Jesus powerful name ... amen.

"Sorry, Bocks!"

While playing today, Drew got a bit rowdy and threw some of his building blocks. I said, "Hey, hey, hey -- we don't throw blocks. What do you say about that?" Drew's response: "Sorry. Sorry, bocks!" He apologized to the blocks ... he is so cute! :)

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Counting for Drew

Tim's conversation with Drew at bedtime last night:

Tim (T): Okay, Drew, it's time for bed. Get two cars you want to bring with you.
Drew grabs two cars, and then two more.
T: Drew, I said two.
Drew (D): More!
T: Do you want to bring more?
D: Yesss.
T: Then you would ask this way: Daddy ... can I ... take ... four ...
D repeating: Daddy ... can I ... take ... FIVE!

Park City, Utah

Our Family Vacation

Park City, Utah July, 2009

Grammy Rose Papa Fred Grandma Marci Daddy Mommy Drew

No ... I'm Poouuwing

Drew is really funny about when he has to go poopy ... I know, I know, the topics I write about. However, it is funny and I don't want to forget it. First off, he usually has to sit down on the floor where ever he is at (the other day, we were at a Sprint store looking at phone plans and the salesman about split a gut laughing at poor Drew straining) and then he pushes. Hard. It is so funny -- he quits breathing, turns red in the face and strains. (When his is at Christy's he has a special "chair" to sit in that no one else gets to use -- he is so lucky!) During this time, he doesn't want anything to do with anyone (who can blame him?) and Tim and I usually just giggle at him. Lately, though, he has started this new thing. He will say your name ... it goes something like this:

Drew (red-faced and straining): "mmmMama"
Me: "Yes, Drew, can I get you something?"
Drew: "No, Mama ... I'm Poouuwing."

It is so funny! He always makes us laugh!!!

This Does Not Look Comfortable

Last July (like in 2009 -- so much happens in a year ... teeth, sitting up, crawling, walking, running, talking ... it is just crazy!) when Drew was learning to sit up he wasn't quite that good at getting back down. This is how I found him when I went to check on him during a nap (dont' worry, after I took the pictures, I laid him down so he was comfortable):