The morning was going well, and things were getting done, when I decided to switch things up a bit and sit on the front step with the kids and read to them as they were drawing pictures. Well, my littlest, who is quite the trouble maker, decided that wasn't what she wanted to do. She then proceeded to make things worse. Then I just told them all to go play, mommy need to take a breather. They did so, very well I might add until....crying came from the bedroom. My son Noah was crying...I though great, now what, and got up and proceeded to walk to the bedroom when I stopped halfway there to listen to what he was saying to his sisters. Noah was saying stuff like "How would you feel if you were 3 and we were 10 and you were being bossed around (still crying) I wish that you could be 3, so you could see what it was like to be Breanna, she always asks if she can play with us, and we always say no, and we fight over Alexa" I waited for a minute, listening to hear what my 9 yr old would say to her 7 yr old brother. I was flabbergasted when I heard what came out of her mouth, "Your right Noah" WHAT?? What did she just say?? WOW, I started crying and tear up now typing about it. I went in there and told them how proud I was of them for what they both did!
Slowly, but surely they are getting it!! Thank-you Lord for my 4 little blessings!!
This is an old picture, from Christmas Eve 2005, but I love it!






