...just like a little girl.

My daughter and I were reading in her Bible this morning before she headed off to school from the book of James. James 4:7 says "Submit yourselves therefore to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you." The daughter asked what the word flee meant. So I explained to her that it meant run away very fast, like if you were scared of something. She started laughing. So said that she had a picture pop in her mind of the devil, running away in fear, screaming like a little girl.

Okay, so after I got over my initial shock of her using the phrase "screaming like a little girl" and trying to figure out where on earth she had heard it, I thought of the same mental image....the devil, running for his life, and screaming just like a girl. And I had to laugh.

But this is what God wants us to know. That we do in fact have that kind of authority over the enemy. The Bible stated it very clearly in words that my 6 year old could understand. It simply states to give yourself to God, resist the devil, and he will run away screaming like a little girl. Well, not in those exact words, but you get the idea. Having that mental picture sure does make me want to resist the devil a lot more.

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The Middle Child cracked open the bathroom door (I really need to learn to lock that thing) about 10 seconds before I was going to jump in the shower. She has impeccable timing, you know. And asked me for some lunch. I told her to please wait until I got out of the shower and that I would make her some. But she could get a banana out of the fruit basket if she wanted. She scampered off to the kitchen leaving me to my apple scented shower gel and panteen shampoo.

She grabbed a banana all right. Actually, when I got out of the shower and saw her sitting at the counter, swinging her chubby legs back and forth, and a banquet set out before her... she explained that she had MADE her own lunch. This, I had to see. On the counter was a half eaten banana, a fudgecicle wrapper and stick, a Dora yogurt (complete with a measuring spoon that she had used to eat it), 4 cheese wrappers, and the remainders of an untoasted english muffin....spread an inch thick with butter. She told me that she had saved the fudgecicle for last, since it was a dessert item.

Well, I can't say that keeping her home alone with me this year to homeschool hasn't been totally life changing for her. I am watching a beautiful and independent spirit blossom out of what was once a totally selfish and needy toddler. I am very proud.

We cleaned up her lunch mess together.

Not Me Monday, again.

It's Monday, and it's time to confess again that I am not the perfect Mother/Wife/Person. Time to be brutally honest, and live to tell about it. Please join me at MCK to read some other real life confessions.

This week, I most certainly DID NOT hide in the pantry to eat a piece of chocolate birthday cake for breakfast while my children grumbled and complained about eating cream of wheat at the breakfast table. And I didn't eat some more of that chocolate cake for dinner either.

I did not put my baby to bed in the clothes that she was to wear the next day because I would rather sleep in an extra couple of minutes. I did not pass my baby off to the first available elderly person at church so that I could worship God with my arms empty for a change.

I really really used that 4 day wait rule between trying new foods with my baby...nope, I certainly did not try out apple, pears, sweet potatoes, and peaches all in one week.

I did not wear the same shirt 2 days in a row this week. I certainly washed it. And I certainly did not throw a sweatshirt on top of it when the baby spit up on it. I would never do that! I did not just put a hat on my head to take my kid to school this morning....oh, no...I took a shower. And I certainly did not just take the garbage out to the curb this morning in my fuzzy pink bathrobe, and wave at my daughter's teacher, who coincidentally lives right next door.

If this doesn't break your heart....

If this picture doesn't just break your heart, well then something is wrong with you. This is how the baby knows her Daddy.
The funny man in the box. If I had audio of this, you would hear the two of them having a conversation together. I really long for the day when this whole ordeal is over.

What's cooking in the blender....

I only have a moment to type here, and then I will be putting the blender into overdrive tonight.

The little apple has finally reached what I believe may be my most favorite time in babyhood. She is eating solids. And from the sheer size of her, anyone can tell, that she loves eating them. She is graduating from rice cereal and oatmeal. She has taste tested applesauce and smashed bananas. She is just itching to dig into the plethora of different foods that are available. Thus, my trip to the grocery store.

I completely bypassed the baby food in the jar section and headed straight for the produce. I am so excited. I purchased fresh peaches, pears, green beans, peas, acorn squash, carrots, and sweet potatoes. My kitchen is busy with food steaming and baking. I really, really love doing this. I have honestly missed doing this. It's been too many years since the last time I have prepared baby food.

In just a few minutes, I will be blending, blending, blending....and then pouring these wonderful things into ice cube trays and freezing. Those frozen food cubes will be put into freezer bags and labeled for future use. I can't wait for my little darling to try all these wonderful foods.

Oh, I wish she could stay this age forever.