ESP

Before you think I’ve fallen for this psycho mumbo jumbo, let me make myself clear.  ESP isn’t what you think it is.  In my living room, it is referred to as Extra Smelly Poop.  ESPD, actually, with the D meaning that it came from a Dog. 

 

Yes, we were puppy-sitting this morning for Geron’s parents.  Tucker, their shih tzu was going to Collegedale today, but had a morning layover at our house.  Cora was thrilled to pieces to have Tucker over.  They chased each other all around the house like cowboys and Indians. 

 

In the kitchen, I laid out an old towel as a potty mat for Tucker in case he had an emergency.  I took him out several times just in case.  Well, during their chase-fest, I noticed Cora and Tucker were playing tug-of-war with the towel.  Oh well, so much for a potty mat, I thought.  A while later I noticed a stench.  I thought cora had done some buisness in her pants.  I followed her to her room and then spotted something on her foot.  Poo.  I picked her up, took her to the bathroom, sat her in the tub and wiped her off. Leaving her in a dry tub to await the coming bath, I then ran through the kitchen , dining room and living room looking for the stink bomb which cora hadn’t laid, by the way.  I found part of it on the emergency towel, part on the floor and a nice big one on Cora’s playhouse.   So, I picked it up with some toilet paper, flushed it and cleaned up the floor.  I put Tucker in his crate, headed to the bathroom and gave Cora a bath. 

 

In the midst of all of this, I learned a lesson. Puppies and toddlers should not co-exist, or cohabitate, that is.  And I learned something else, too.  While I love dogs, I’ve decided to settle for enjoying the ones that belong to other people.  (…Thanks, Daddy.)

Fall Pics

Monkey See Monkey Do

Last night, our good friend, Jan, who keeps Cora at church, told us a funny about Cora and her pal, William.  William is our pastor’s three year old son.   While he and Cora often fight like cats and dogs, we believe she adores him and wants to do what he does.  Jan brought the movie Madagascar to the nursery one night to show the kids.  William apparently can recite it word for word from start to finish.  Jan mentioned that at one point in the movie, William pretending to be one of the animals, walked over to her and ACTED like he was biting her on the leg.  He didn’t actually bite her, just put his mouth on her pants.  Cora, watching William and wanting to be like him, walked over to Jan and LAID INTO her other leg with a fierce bite.  Jan didn’t scold her as she knew Cora was only repeating what she thought she’d seen William do.  However, Jan did say she needed to be careful about what movies she brought for the kids to watch in the future.  Besides the fact that it isn’t a toddler movie, I’d say they probably won’t be watching anything like Karate Kid…

Grandpa's Boy

If you know my dad, then you know his "signature outfit", to borrow a
phrase from the style channel show HOW DO I LOOK, is a blue oxford cloth
shirt, khaki pants, and a hat like this one. Cohen, believe it or not, is
still a little small for the blue shirt and khakis my parents gave him to go
with the hat, but I couldn't wait any longer to put the hat on him. He
looked way too adorable...although one of my teen friends at church said he
looked like a bus-driver.

Precious Moments

By this title, I’m not referring to the figurines, ornaments, collectibles, etc.  More like sweet times with Cora.  I blog more often about her humorous quirks, but tonight I want to share a precious little blessing.

 

No doubt God uses our children to teach us.  I learn things about our Heavenly Father all the time from my little daughter.  It’s not like she just says “Mommy, the Lord told me to tell you…blah, blah, blah.”  But it’s in more subtle ways that I hear Him working through her and in the way we respond to her.  This evening at bedtime, I read a book to Cora and then I read a brief story about Jesus from her picture Bible.  When I finished reading and we had talked about the picture some, Cora said “I want more Jesus, Mommy.  I want more Jesus.”  I believe God was pleased by her response.  She’s only two years old, doesn’t know much about Jesus at all other than we pray to Him, yet, she hears just a bit about him and immediately wants MORE of Him.  A little later when Geron came in for her bedtime prayers, he asked her if she wanted to learn a special prayer that Jesus taught us to pray.  She said “yes”, so Geron prayed the Lord’s prayer with her.  I was so touched.

 

I want to be like Cora.  To hear about Jesus and not be satisfied with just a little, but to want more and more of Him.  Thank you, God, for using my daughter to speak to me. 

 

Jesus said “Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of God belongs to such as these.  I tell you the truth, anyone who will not receive the kingdom of God like a little child will never enter it.”  Mark 10:14b and 15