Learning Opportunities and Answered Prayers

As our car was being loaded onto the tow truck a few minutes ago, Griffin asked, "How does he do that?"

I replied, "He knows just what to do."

"Oh, Heavenly Father tells him what to do and he listens to Heavenly Father?," Griffin asked.

"He learned at his job," I explained.

Griffin responded, "That is his work. Oh, that is how he learned."

Now the truck is leaving with our car. I hear, "It's flying away, our car is flying away." coming from Brian in the living room. Though this astute 8 year old does not believe the car is flying he is enjoying the concept.

"No, it is just driving, the truck is just driving away," comes Griffin's confident reply.

I am sure Heavenly Father would help this tow truck driver, if He needed too. Sometimes, we can learn what is necessary to accomplish a task, and Heavenly Father can focus on real emergencies.

I am thankful that on Saturday He heard my prayer and allowed me to safely drive my car home, so I wasn't stranded while my husband was out of town, and my boys could enjoy the "tow truck experience" from the air conditioned comfort of our living room.

I also cherish having a small child who knows Heavenly Father is eager to help His children, and regularly recognizes such opportunities, and reminds me of times when this help can be sought.

Googly Eyes and All Things Wise

What is the magical power goggles possess for producing happiness?

I am always amused by my boys and their creative play.

Honestly, some of their ideas create bewilderment more than amusement. Nonetheless, on a regular basis I run for the camera to capture the latest antics.

I moved the table into the living room to do a superior mopping. The boys gathered all of MY pillows and their blankets and created the ultimate daybed and hideout utilizing the dining table.

In 7th grade I made friends with a girl who refused to drink from the same cup. She was very concerned about germ exchange. This is my earliest recollection of the concept. I was under the impression that 2 straws were sufficient protection, further education would disprove my theory.

I always chuckle when the boys share food. Unfortunately, mom prefers not to have food crammed down her throat by an over zealous 2 year old. It may be impossible to escape Lincoln's jabs with a food filled spoon, but at least the boys are mastering the art of sharing.

No child can resist the opportunity to share See Food!
I can't imagine who inspired such debauchery.

The daily shenanigans are what keep this phase of life so enjoyable.
Griffin's recent deep thoughts have also been highly treasured.

Monday morning Griffin was shaking his head back and forth.
He looked up at me with a very serious face and said,
"Mom do you know what is in my head?"

I wondered if he had water in his ears and was very curious to hear his response.
He smiled enthusiastically and replied, "My brains!"

Too True. Quite the revelation.

The next morning Griffin snuggled into my bed. He rubbed his chin up to my shoulder and shared this gem, "Chins don't have arms mom. They're just chins."

Once again, very valuable insight.