Gratitude?

Occasionally someone will ask me if I think I am spoiling my kiddos.  I am shocked and appalled by this question.  The outrageous nature of the question, the total lack of insight into my life, I could go on.

Of course I am spoiling my children.  Most of us are spoiling our brats.  Last weekend for example,  I took my children to a child health event in our town called Babyfest and Kidfest.  It sounds like a child health event would lack pizzaz, but on arrival there were fire trucks, ambulances, police cars, bouncy houses, playground equipment and a petting zoo.

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Then we went inside and my children were instantly greeted with a swag bag to shove all sorts of free goodies inside.  They were shuffled off to play games for candy and prizes and a glass of lemonade and a cupcake was violently thrust into each of their little paws.  Oh, the humanity. They were given free teddy bears and run through a teddy bear health clinic, and then were forced to meet beloved characters.

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This is just a small representation of some of the swag they walked away with.

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After two hours of literally having free plastic toys and candy thrust into their hands and endless playing we geared up to go to lunch, at a Chick fil-A with a play yard.  While were in the car on the way to a completely child-centric lunch after leaving a completely child centric event,  my five year old looks at me and says, “Mommy, I think I’m going to need you to arrange me a playdate.  I am getting a little bored.”

Y’all, I just might choke her out.  I hope that she hasn’t learned this from watching me.  I pray every day thanking God for all that he has given me.  Maybe someday they will be grateful too.

 

 

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Jesus, Thank you for our Christmas Stomach Flu

Dear Lord, thank you for the Christmas stomach flu,

Thank you that it hit my girls a little before Christmas so they still got to enjoy the magic of your birth.

Thank you that Z doesn’t bother to wake us up when she throws up.  She just vomits in one corner of the bed, piles some toys on the top of it and sleeps in another corner.   It isn’t fun to clean up the next day, but it makes for a better night of sleep.

On a related note, thank you that when I found my toddler covered in dried puke with every toy and blanket she owns likewise coated that I had hot, plentiful running water to clean both her and her toys.  Thank you that I didn’t have to walk several miles with a sick toddler and a baby to draw up water from a well to clean my daughters.  Thank you that I had an entire stick of Oxi-Clean on hand to get the stains out.

Thank you Lord that Baby Bird only had a touch of it. When she had a poosplosion of epic proportions and my husband held up a sleeper covered in baby waste shaking his head we both knew we weren’t going to try to salvage it.   Thank you that I wasn’t standing at the sink with my hands covered in filth trying to salvage something so disgusting because we are just so blessed that we can just buy another sleeper.

Thank you that when my mother got sick that there were good friends at her work willing to drive her home and help her.

Thank you that Dr. Pepper is also on the road to recovery.

Thank you for our excellent health on most days of the year.  Lord, thank you that I am not holding a sick and hurting child every day wishing I could make them feel better.

Thank you for Phenergan.

And Ginger Ale….

And Ritz Crackers…..

And Lysol.

Amen

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