Overheard...

Sometimes when in the car, the radio, DVD player, ipod, and iphone all remain in the off position.  Doesn't happen often but I sure hear the funniest things. 

Randomly:
Cooper:  PHEW!  [said in a faux radio voice] Hello!  This is Cooper Lewis and I have stinky feet!

Cooper:  Hey, Mom?  In that new movie is there a character named Pussy Boots?
Mom:  I think his name is Puss-n-Boots, Coop. 

Also noted this Spring Break:

Me:  Hey Clark, why don't you let me sit in the middle of you and Carter so we can share the popcorn?  Clark:  [said in his oldest old man voice] Carter is sitting there, Mom.  And Carter is just fine. He even pats my leg reassuringly. 

Sunday School Teacher, Mrs. Sandi:  Cooper, do you know your memory verse?  Cooper:  Yes, I know them all.  I finished the book last night. [He really did ready through his entire Bible Devotion on Saturday night.]

So on Monday, it was very windy.  That night after he was tucked in he tells me, "Mom, while I was outside today, I raised my hands really big and wide and told the wind to stop blowing.  And you know what?  Jesus made the wind stop blowing, right then.  Just like He did when He was on the ship!"

We watched two movies, first we all watched The Lorax.  Then Clark, Carter, Mimi, and I watched Hunger Games on Friday morning and we couldn't wait to see it.  Carter left The Lorax to "to uses the bathroom" and was gone for awhile.  When he returned I asked if he was okay.  He said, "Yeah, I was just trying to decide if I was going to ditch you guys and go hang out with the Hunger Gamers.  I really don't want to wait until tomorrow!"

The boys got to ride in a helicopter!  They were so excited.  Clark was by far the most eager. Afterwards, I asked him if it made him want to be a pilot.  "Yeah, if I get fired from being an architect.  But prolly only if I get fired first."  Always good to have a Plan B, buddy.  

My dad killed a snake.  It was twitching a bit when the boys found it but for all medical purposes dead.  "It's alive!" they all screamed.  So they proceeded to throw rocks at it and poke and slap at it with cane sticks.  Clark decides more tools are required to finish the job.  "Pawpaw, where is a snake's weak spot?  All animals have a weak spot somewhere."  He then gets a shovel, brings it to the little posse of snake killers.  Far more concerned for the safey of posse, we make a beeline for the front row of this show.  Before the boys will pronounce the snake dead, it is in three pieces and slung in different directions at least 25 yards apart.  Mission accomplished.  They saved the world from dead snake.  They are my heroes. 

Bent Heart

Spring Break is here!  My boys are very much enjoying the time away from school.  Yesterday they stayed at home with their Grammy.  They played outside, did a few chores, played with a baby rabbit (caught and soon to be released--very soon), and flew kites.  When I came home, they were tired,  filthy, and full of stories.  Here is my favorite....Cooper has an old cell phone that he loves.  He walked outside with it held between his ear and his shoulder, just a chattin'.  Grammy said, "Coop, who are you talking to?"  Cooper smirks at her ignorant question and says, "Jesus."  Although he didn't say it, can hear his mind saying "Duh, Grammy".  So Grammy says, "Oh good!  Please tell Him I am thankful for my family and lots of things He has blessed me with but will you ask Him for a big, fat paycheck for me?'  Cooper nods and carries on with his conversation.  A little later, Grammy asks Cooper for another favor.  "Next time you are on the phone with Jesus, will you also ask Him for...." Cooper cuts her off and says, "ACTUALLY, I will just give you His number so you can talk to him yourself." 

A long time ago, while I was at a prayer meeting for women, a lady said something I still vividly remember.  She taught Kindergarten and most of her mornings began with discussing the days of the week.  On Monday, they talked about yesterday being Sunday and tomorrow will be Tuesday, etc.  Often she would say something like, "Yesterday was Sunday.  I go to church on Sunday.Today is Monday and I go to school."  She then shared with us that every year she had one or more students who would ask, "What is church?"  At the time, I didn't have children. But I remember thinking, I want to make sure my children have a heart bent towards Jesus.  Just going to church doesn't accomplish that but it helps. 

Although it would be wonderful if all three of my boys grow up to think just like me (because I'm right, naturally) deep down, I want them to figure things out for themselves.  I want so many wonderful things for them but above everything else, I want their little hearts to be bent towards Jesus.  Now, I just have to pray that Cooper never loses the number.                

Virgin Blogger

This is my first attempt at blogging so please be cautious with me.  I am new here!

I have been asked several times to write a book featuring stories from my life.  But my friend Jill is the one who suggested a blog.  I do have a file where I jot down funny stories but that is so I won't forget them when my children are old and have children.  Yeah, that is a lie.  It's so I won't forget them next week.

Now, please don't think I am about to make promises.  I will not blog every day, maybe not every week.  I will not brag incessantly about my kids.  (They're great but they are still kids; they screw up [they have some great examples!] but we are crazy in love with them.) Nor will all of my posts be solely about them.  I am a creature of randomness.  My sixth grade reading teacher wrote (IN ALL CAPS) at the end of the year...."THIS JOURNAL IS A SCREAM TO READ.  I CAN'T KEEP UP WITH YOUR CHANGE OF SUBJECTS."  So if a warning should exist it would be this:  Take it for what is is, an outlet for my friends and family to laugh with me at this insane life God has allowed me to live.  Another disclaimer:  Although I like to edit musings of others, I am not going to be uptight about punctuation and spelling.  That is right, Dearest Mother-in-Law; leave your red pen on the table.