This is Kenley on the way home from chuch this weekend. She gets in her tv “zone” and her brain, attention and hearing are all focused on her portable head-rest mounted personal TV screens. She is such an easy kid, I often wonder will it backfire when she becomes a teenager?
Britton proudly wearing her wig extension!
Britton spotted a wig in the Walgreens a few weeks back and has talked of nothing else since.
Yes, you heard right.
Not just any wig, but a banana-clip-on-long-blonde-curly-hair-extension-wig’let. She wanted it so bad, however we told her she had to do chores, save allowance and but it with HER money. Since she only makes $3/week (if she does ALL her chores- but she doesn’t like making her bed) I made a list of extra chores paying .10 each she could do. Needless to say, she was all on board and willing to do whatever it takes to buy her wig.
On Saturday morning, she had a lemonade stand. After convincing her that $4 for one cup of lemonade was bad commerce practice, she drastically reduced her pricing point to .50 per bathroom-cup-size lemonade.
As neighbors walking, biking and jogging by stopped to support our local business, one neighbor asked her, “What are you going to do with all this money you are making?”
If only you could have seen this woman’s smiling face when Britton replied, “Im buying a wig!”.
Once Britton counted her money half way through her sale and realized that she had made $16.99- she ran up the yard, threw her arms around me and said, “Mommy, give me a hug! I have enough money for my wig!”
One would have thought she won the state lottery, or been elected governor. A wig- every 6 year old girls dream.
This photo shows a large portion of our days at home. In this instance- Polly pockets. My children are close enough in age that for the most part, they still enjoy the same “toys”. Cartoons- too, by and large. Britton doesn’t like Dora and Diego, but they usually compromise on Ben 10 or Arthur- go figure.
Britton was having some health issues that needed “tending to” so I took her to my holistic doctor. Big Daddy is not an advocate of this thought of medicine, however I have seen it work first hand on Kenley when she was sick with heart issues.
I should have taken her a while back, but did not. I treated her with ‘modern’ medicine because I thought that was best (and still do). After a recurrence, I treated her again with antibiotics.
Now, she is back to her ol‘ self but I wanted to make sure she is healthy as can be going into flu season. Preventive holistic medicine if you will.
I found myself hesitant to call the holistic doctor, Dr. J, because I knew the he doesn’t agree with taking antibiotics. I didn’t want to hear it from him. Like a child who has done ‘wrong’ and doesn’t want to face the disapproving parents. So I put off making the appointment. Thought about having Mom talk to him first, to make sure he wouldn’t be too mad.
Once I made the appointment, arrived at his office with Britton- I realized how we so often feel the same way about God.
We haven’t done what we probably should have the first time. Choosing instead what WE want. Then feeling that we are too far gone to ‘call’ Him and make another ‘appointment’. Can’t go back now…
But like Dr. J, God is always there with a big smile on His face and glad to see us again!
Here is the teachers note from Kenley’s school- ahh, the joys of being three!
Another great email from our Senior Pastor this week. These are too good, too powerful not to post for prosperity. I hope that both my girls will look back on this Cokesbury hymn entitled “others” one day and read these words: