My baby Ty

Most of you know our great friends the Sandstroms are visiting us this week, they have 2 boys Drew (almost 2) and Ty (7 months). All our kids have had a great time with them as have Coby and I, they have each interacted in their own unique way; they are as follows:

Brittany to Drew & Ty:

Mothering, Dancing, Mothering, Singing, Mothering, Holding, Mothering, Entertaining, and yes even Mothering.

Justin to Drew:
Wrestling, Running, Swinging, Dancing, and any antic he can think of to make him laugh.

Justin to Ty:

Holding, Cuddling, and being VERY helpful with entertaining.

Michael to Drew:
Playing, Playing and Playing.

Michael to Ty:

"Why does he get to stay up later then us?" & "Why can't he talk?"

Rebekah to Drew:

Ignore, Annoyance, Selfishness, Hugging, and yes a little Mothering.

Rebekah to Ty:

"My Baby Ty" "I can share my baby Ty with Aunt Minda" "Why cant he walk"

Ah, yes it is entertaining to see how different personality's interact. ;)

CALL HER MOMMY!!

So today as we were driving to church the kids and I were talking and Michael asked me a question and called me Bethany as he does (we try to let the kids we have in our home decide what they call us and we don’t force “titles’ on them before they are ready) well after he asked me the question I hear Rebekah ever so softly from behind me say: “Michael, call her mommy…Michael, call her Mommy….MICHAEL, call her MOMMY…..MICHAEL CALL HER MOMMY!!! MOMMY, Michael not calling you Mommy!!!” I then say to her, “Rebekah Michael can call me mommy if he wants to and he can call me Bethany if he wants to but the choice is his, not yours.” She then says “Bethany, Michael won’t call you mommy.” Yup, clear as mud.

It is the ruling of this court and Judge Princess Aurora…

So in case some of you did not know, adoption is a pretty BIG subject at our house. No hidden agenda just is. I guess I did not realize HOW big of a deal it was in our home until the other day Justin came into the kitchen holding one of our many animal magnets and telling me “Mom, we need a judge.” I asked why, (hoping beyond all hope that the animals had not committed some horrific crime) he responded, “cause this raccoon needs to get adopted, and we NEED a judge for that MOM!” oh it’s all clear to me now, so minutes later I am making dinner and I hear the sounds of all four children coming to the “judge” (Rebekah's Princess Aurora Polly Pocket) and getting adopted. There were names ranging from “raccoon Bennett” to “Bennett Bennett” and even “Alex the lion Bennett” on that one day we added 6 new members to our family, all of whom sleep on the fridge. (Is that a bad place to keep “children”?) I think it may be time to build our addition…

Bloody Lips, Freeze Pops, & Bikes

So today the kids were playing outside before lunch, Justin and Michael came in because Michael had a bloody lip. (from what I dare not ask) So I do what I always do for bloody lips, and give him a freeze pop and tell him to suck on it. Justin then asks me if he can have a freeze pop. Now, we have a rule in our house -no sweets before lunch- so I look at him and without thinking I say “you come in here with a bloody lip and you can have a freeze pop” he says “thanks mom” and runs off. As I hear the door close I think to myself: Did I REALLY just say that to my son? But I go back to taking care of the Michael and the bloody lip. A few minutes later Brittany comes in and finds me; she says “um, Mom, Justin is riding his bike into trees. He says he is trying to get a bloody lip.” I look at her to see if she thinks this “tall tale” she is telling me is true and the look she has tells me I need to investigate further. As I open the door I see Justin with a HUGE grin on his face ram his bike into a tree. He gets up and just smiles at me. I take a few moments to compose myself and tell him “Let me put it this way, IF you get a fat, bloody lip, there will be NO sympathy, there will be NO freeze pop, AND there will be NO bike for a week.” And then I calmly close the door and peek out the window to see him looking from his bike to the tree and back to his bike again, I imagine he was trying to figure out how to get a bloody lip and still keep his bike. Yup, that’s my son.

God, Adam & What’s His Face:

Brittany and Justin are in the same class on Wednesday nights at church and we get many different versions of what their lessons are on. This Wednesday we did not have to ask them however because their teacher came to us to share this humorous antidote…

It seems that they started in Genesis chapter 1 that night and they read the verse “Let us make man in our image” The teacher asked the kids who the “us” was. Who was God talking to? Well, Brittany being the knowledgeable nine year old she is blurts out, “Well, It CAN’T be Jesus, He wasn't born till Luke!” Then Justin pipes in and says “Yup, it was Adam.” His teacher tells him kindly that Adam has not been created yet, and Justin replies “Nope, its Adam” Poor Miss Candy read out of the bible that Adam was created later and Justin STILL said she was wrong!!

So we shall read it the way my children think it is:

God looks at Adam and what’s His Face and says: “Let us make man in our own image” and that my friend is how Genesis 1 is supposed to read.