so santa came...

but more importantly, so did anthropologie..


"mom, i had james when i was three, four and five. i'm gonna keep him forever. don't ever sell him, ok?"

i won't sell him. but i will indeed sell you if you keep acting up.

"mom, i think this chex mix is making me grow...?"

...as he stares at his arms in disbelief.

"i love cocoa puffs. i eat them at my mom's sister's house"

you mean aunt kristen?

"ya, her. the one that has my dogs and my sisters."

"when i get older, i want to change my name to josh."

so you can have all his legos?

"yes"

well before you make it legal, maybe just try asking him for some of the legos.

 

i pat-pat brody's little bum to wake him up this morning. then i walk away to get dressed while he has time to process that i just woke him (& james) up. i turn around and see him and james sit up at the same time. both with frazzled expressions and messy hair.

neither of them realizing that i am watching.

brody stares at james. james stares at brody. neither of them say a word. brody touches james beard. james touches brody's chin. brody turns his head sideways. james turns his head sideways. brody rubs his eyes. james rubs his eyes. james falls back over in exhaustion. brody falls back over on top of him.

finally they both get up but only after a few minutes worth of what seemed to be their own secret silent language.

james asked for one of dave ramsey's new books for christmas. he isn't getting it. i have a feeling that anything that dave ramsey writes would somehow negatively impact me.



my sister thinks the world is going to end next december. she has been watching too much history channel.

in the meantime, brody continues to love Jesus. he genuinely believes in him with a pure innocence that only a child can have. he uses it against us though...."mom, i can't wear this because i don't wear handsome clothes to church, God knows this and that is why he loves me so much". try to argue with that.

for the first time in my life, i have been praying too. i'm awkward at it. i just don't know how to pray. i hear people say things like "pray for me, i have a cold"...but that doesn't seem prayer worthy. and really? pretty sure having a cold is just part of life...do you really need a prayer to get over it? i mean, just take some nyquil.

so i have been trying to pray for things that seem worthy of prayer and seemingly it is either working or it is at least bringing me peace...which maybe is what prayer really is...a sense of peace, of comfort, of knowing something bigger than you will take care of something you are unequipped to take care of on your own? this morning i prayed and asked him to help me not punch my ex-husband in the face. by the time i got to work, he had sent an email that calmed me back down. the ex-husband sent the email. not God. God doesn't email. although wouldn't that be helpful? but moving on, i didn't punch him in the face. another answered prayer.