Haphazard

In true writing fashion, I tried to figure out the main point of this post.  Small little things kept flitting to my mind that I felt compelled to write about, but none of them would be sufficient for a single blog post.  In true Noelle fashion, I canned the whole formal writing equation and decided to post my little tidbits in all of their haphazard fashion.  In doin so, I think I inadvertently came up with my main point...
God has truly blessed us with a great babysitter/nanny.  The girls love her.  She is kind and considerate toward them, and she is always looking for fun things to do with them.  They are so much happier and content after she has watched them.  This morning she made bannan pancakes with them.  Seriously.  Not pancakes with a bit of bannana in them, but bannana with a bit of pancake.  The girls smashed and mashed bannanas and whisked some eggs, and made a glorious, gooey mess.  But...I didn't have to deal with it because they cleaned it all up!

When I came home at lunch time to teach a lesson, the girls all started complaining.  They wanted me to go back to work so that they could finish their day with their babysitter.  I'm sure it had something to do with the fact that they were getting ready to go swimming!

Another great day at work.  I have excellent bosses who give me enough work without over-taxing me.  I am blessed beyond measure, and I hope to bless them in return.  I'm working on setting up a better facebook profile and maybe design a couple of brochures as well as the bookkeeping/bill paying/general faxing and go to stuff that "Administrative Assistants" are suppose to do.  Super fun with lots of different stuff, so my ADD is completely satisfied.

I've discovered that Kate is a lot more like me than I had previously thought.  She squirrels money away in little bits, and then "bam!" she suddenly has a lot of money with all of her loose change and odd dollar bills.  I also discovered that she is saving up for a car.  Not a real car.  Whew!  A Barbie car.   She wants one of those motorized kid cars so that she can drive up and down the street!  I'm not sure how I feel about that since I'm pretty sure the batteries have a high cost to pleasure ratio.

On another tangent, every had an 8 year old ask you about dieing?  It's one of the hardest questions to answer.  She's worried about death.  Will it hurt?  Is it scary?  Will I be alone?  Will I feel Jesus when I die?  What about Reagan?  Will Jesus let Georgi go to heaven even though she hasn't accepted Him into her heart yet?  Will I be naked in heaven?  Aah, the complexities of a little mind.  Needless to say, I went to bed VERY late last night.  Those aren't questions that you can answer quickly.  Well, except for the one about being naked in heaven.  At least that one I could say that the bible says we're "clothed in robes of righteousness."  Whew!  Always knew all that scripture memorization would come in handy.

Reagan was aghast to find out that her sin was the reason Jesus died.  She burst into tears on Tuesday.  Oh, soon, very soon, I think I'll get to rejoice that another of my babes follows Jesus.

Kate has been having interesting conversation with her friend at school.  Her friend is Muslim and tried to explain to Kate that there are two angels on her shoulder.  One recording all of the good things you do, and the other recording all of the bad things you do.  Kate just couldn't understand why people would believe in that.  She told me, "I just know that I do WAY more BAD things than GOOD things!"  I love talking to her about things like that.  It gives me an opportunity to tell her the old, old story of Jesus and His love, and I know that in her own way, she is starting to tell her friends the story as well.