Owls and Grace. And Mountain Dew.

Those two things don't have anything to do with each other, they're just two things I meant to record and they seemed obscure enough to sound good together. ;-)

Owls - Nothing special there, just that my child is obsessed with owls all of a sudden. (???!?) I'm not totally sure where it came from.

There's an owl on Daniel Tiger (Named O the Owl. Super creative, right?). He never really cared about him before, but now he's choosing to watch Daniel over Super Why.... "cause OWL!"

There's also an owl in this ABC book my parents got him last week and he keeps opening the book to the "O" page and squealing "Ow-elll! Ow-ell!!" in the most exaggerated way possible.

To top it off, we got to see a real owl at the Science Museum on Monday. He was over. the. moon. He "talked" about it the rest of the day (or, as the case may be, he kept saying "owl owl owl - hoo hoo!!" the whole way home. Vocabulary isn't his strong suit. ;-)

So there's nothing special about that, it's just something I wanted to remember.


And grace - Well, I was just thinking after a very long, fussy, napless, beat-your-momma-up-and-scream-about-every-little-thing kind of afternoon about how beautiful grace is.

Sometimes it's really hard for me to be gracious to my child when he is having a rough day, especially when I'm tired or, like today, super sore to go with it (that's what I get for working out too hard this week). But I know that I have been and can be way harder to deal with than that. Not only do I (internally) throw fits (I usually keep my all-out kicking and screaming tantrums to a minimum these days), I'm stubborn and overly questioning and at times even belligerent, and sometimes I sure do think I can do everything by myself.

Man, I'm so grateful that God has shown me grace! And that He gives me grace to make it through afternoons like these. Because even when making it to bedtime is a struggle, there's no where else I'd rather be.
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That was going to be all. But then I remembered this:

Samuel's "job" at dinner time is to bring Eric a soda, usually Mountain Dew or Dr. Pepper. 

One evening a few weeks ago Eric had to work late, and I found Samuel in the living room like this, calling "da da!! da da!!" It was sweet and sad and hilarious all at once. Apparently Mountain Dew must have magic properties, though, because Eric walked through the door a few moments later. We'll have to test this one out again on MICU next month! 

Anyway, that is all (for real this time!).