just a couple stories from the last 24 hours with my kids:
I was putting Claire to bed last night, getting a few cuddles in, singing songs, "talking", and praying over her. At one point I was praying, "Lord, give her a tender heart towards you," and immediately she looked up at me and whapped me right across the cheek! I guess that answer to prayer will be a miracle... :)
We had a church picnic today, and although I swear I brought lunch for the kids, they were much more interested in foraging for more exotic food amongst the other picnickers. They went from table to table, blanket to blanket, scoping everyone out for good eats. Isaac would walk around saying, "What are you eating? Can I have some?" I know I probably should have stopped it, but that would have required me to spend the entire picnic breathing down their necks. And I'm much more laissez-faire in my mothering than that. (don't worry, gentle reader, I don't let my children live like complete animals...I do have a few standards :) Anyway, near the end of the picnic, Isaac showed up at Vance's side with a handful of cheetos. Vance looked at him and said, "Who gave those to you, son?" Isaac looked up in his face and brightly replied, "Anyone!" So much as to say: "it's paradise here, Dad! There's food everywhere!"
They had a great time. And so did we.