Home Sweet Home

Every night, Matt, Sam and I gather together at the bottom of the stairs and say a goodnight prayer before Sam is off to bed. Recently, we have been trying to teach him to say the prayer himself. He bows his little head and we prompt him a little by letting him fill in the blank..."Dear Jesus, Thank you for______, Thank you for_____, " and so on. He always fills in the blanks with the sweet but obvious Mommy, Daddy, NoNo (aka Owen) and whatever else he happens to have in his hands. This past Friday, when he ran out of obvious answers, Matt and I watched as he scanned the room. I saw his little wheels turning and knew that whatever he came up with would be from his own little mind and heart. Finally he turned his little hand facing up as if to say, "Well of course" and simply said "HOME". The way he said it was so sweet and thoughtful as if everything he loved was in one place, home. I cried.

Guess who!

Guess who learned to lock the back door while I was outside. hmmmm.....

A Hat?!

While buzzing through the kitchen, I hear the sweet little voice of my beloved SamBo saying, "A Hat" followed by proud laughter. I turn to see this.....This story happened a month or so ago. This past Friday, we had a repeat scenario. This time it wasn't pizza but a plate of chicken nuggets and "dip" aka Ranch which Sam loves dearly. This scene resulted in a rather large amount of white, greasy goodness running through his baby fine locks. Nice.

Mama Clay Quote of the Day

(faint sound of a door shutting, which promps me to ask...)

"Sam, where is your ice cream?

(.....long pause.....)

Sam NO!...you can't put your ice cream in the dryer!"

*Side note, Sam is on a major kick of Jell-o Pudding Pops.

He calls them I-Cwane.

"Sam"

Everytime Sam sees a smiley face, he points and says, "Sam!" I don't know where he got it from but I think it's so sweet. I guess they do kinda look alike :)

Sweet little ones...

Jesus said, "Let the Little Children Come to Me".

Mark 10:14

The other night, I was reading books to Sam at bedtime and he started frantically trying to get out of my lap. He was pointing and saying, "Babble, Babble!" I thought he was saying, apple. As I was trying to figure out what in the world he was so insistent on reading, I saw what his sweet little finger was pointing at, it was his Bible. We read through it and on the last page, there is a picture of Jesus holding a little blonde boy. I said, "Where's Jesus?" and he pointed to Jesus. Then I said, "Who is that?" pointing to the little boy in Jesus' arms, and he said, "Sam". Everything about this story makes me cry. To me, it was a reminder of how sweet and innocent little children are, that God loves them even more than we do (even though that doesn't seem possible) and what a responsibility God has entrusted in us as their parent. I am so thankful for that moment.