Our Sloth

We've got a sloth at our house.

Not this kind.

But this kind.

Except ours looks like this.

Morgan has decided she wants to be a sloth lately.

"Pretend there's a little sloth getting in the tub." she'll say as she's taking a bath. "Pretend there's a little sloth climbing on your bed." , etc.

Really? A sloth? What kid pretends to be a sloth?

Morgan, that's who. :)

Pride Doesn't Pay

Prayer works.

How do I know? Because I was too prideful to do it at first.

A couple days ago I needed to return the library books.

I could find all but 2.

I pulled out Owen's bed, searched all underneath and to the side and found one of them.

"See", I thought smugly to myself, "I don't need to pray to find these, I can do it on my own."

But the other one I could not find anywhere! (and in case you haven't heard, I don't live in a mansion).

But I was in a grumpy mood and I didn't want to pray.

So as the weekend progressed and my heart softened and I felt more humble last night I prayed to find the book.

Well what do you know....first thing this morning Owen comes in and says, "Mom! I found the book!"

"Where?" I asked curiously.

"Under my bed!"

No way. I looked there...10 times!

But I hadn't prayed because I didn't feel like it.

Lesson learned.

Little Miss Morgan

I don't really have anything to say, but I hate having that picture of the mating flies up, so I've gotta say something. BTW, the first thing Shane says to me when he sees the fly picture is, "You know they are mating right?"

So this is it. My Morgan is three and trying to figure out how to handle herself with all the emotions that run through a 3-year old girls little body. She does a lot of whining, crying, screaming, etc. It's rough...for everyone.

So today she told me, "I'm learning to be nice. I don't want to be bad anymore." Nearly melted my heart, even if she didn't magically change today, I know it's in there.

Love you Morgan!

For the Love of Flies

We've had an overabundance of flies in our house lately.

It's unfortunate.

Today Owen and Morgan were admiring all the flies in our window sill when Owen shouted out, "Mom, there's a fly on top of a dead fly. That's so funny."

I came in for a closer look and I said to Owen, "Uh oh, that fly isn't dead. I know what they are trying to do....they are trying to make baby flies!"

Dang flies trying to get it on in my house!

"Oh no!" Owen cried, "Then there will be baby flies EVERYWHERE!"

My fear exactly.

He then explained to our dog that the flies were trying to make baby flies and that the situation was indeed dire.

I tried really hard to kill the two that were tangoing, but those dang things can fly while "in the act".

And quite well at that.

I missed them over and over again and then I lost them.

No wonder we've had so many flies in our house....it's a veritable love-fest in here.

(at least for flies). :)