Tuesday, July 5, 2011

June

When the girls were with Grandma, she divided a piece of bread in half, and they both wanted the (slightly) bigger piece. She told Abby to be a good example and let Hannah choose. Abby said, "I'm tired of being the good example, I'll let Hannah take a turn."


A recent conversation:

Mom! Hannah’s eating her boogers!

Hannah! Stop eating your boogers!

But I’m hungry!


Abby’s school held a “Junk Day.” The students brought their junk toys from home and sold them for “junk day dollars.” They could then go shopping with their dollars to buy more junk. The students loved the exchange, which started with making a sign for their resale booth. Abby worked hard on her advertisement, and when she brought it home afterward, I saw that she had entitled her booth, “Abby’s Crabby Stuff!”


The girls picked out a treat at the store. They promptly forgot about it, which meant that I was left to stare at it for a week, taking nibbles now and then, even though I didn’t really want to eat it. I finally threw it away. Two hours after I emptied the trash, the girls began asking for the week-old treat. I explained what had happened. I soon found a note of protest on Abby’s bed.

We never have anything good to eat that is a treat and even if we do find a really good treat we always forget about them because either someone else has been eating them or they get too old and someone throw them away.


Hannah plays hide-and-seek:


I walked in to a fight between the girls. Hannah was crying because Abby said that God said that he liked her princess drawing better than Hannah’s princess drawing. I didn’t care to delve further, but I found a note later that was apparently written by God. He used eight small sticky notes, and His handwriting looked a lot like Abby’s.

Dear Abby, I loved the girl you sent me. I liked yours better than Hannah’s. It’s okay that you sin. I forgive you. Thanks for being a Christian. Thank you for believing and loving me. You are very pretty. I love you and your princess. God


Our oven recently broke, and Hannah was thrilled with the chance to fix it. She's very serious about her work.

It's swim season! The girls have already worn out this year's suits. They love swimming, diving for dropped items, going down the slide, and jumping off the diving board.

Hannah asked why I wear shorts with my bathing suit. I chose my words carefully, not wanting to promote a negative body image. She listened to my explanation, and said, “But those are boy clothes. Is God okay with that?”



Hannah’s teachers helped her complete a Father’s Day card in which Hannah stated that:

His favorite hobby is getting the trash.


I commented on a picture in Mike's classroom. It was taken of the girls and me two or three years ago. He said that it was a pretty picture, except that I had short hair, which he hates. So for his Father's Day present, we took a new picture for him.


Mike barbecued kabobs. Abby was eating the meat off of one, and Hannah asked if she could try it, too. She nibbled on the meat for awhile, and Mike asked her if she liked it. “I don’t want the meat, but I like the stick!” she replied. She slid the meat off, handed it to me, and looked lovingly at her stick.