Off on the Wrong Foot

When you think you are completely ready for school and have spent precious seconds assembling the perfect braid...

When you have your backpack on and lunchbox in hand...

When you have your shoes...on the wrong feet...

Merry Christmas 2013

Merry Christmas 2013!

Darby's Christmas program was a huge success. She, fittingly, stole the show...as usual.

After every single song, she alone took a bow. Do not ask where she learned to do that. I cannot tell you.

November 18, 2013.

Darby talked me in to buying a giant Tic Tac container. I bought it, and she happily shook it all the way to the car.
Darby: "This is to share...I'm going to share it with Daddy, Mommy, Tate and Naomi...and Jesus."
Me: "I bet Jesus likes Tic Tacs. That's nice of you!"
Darby (raised the tic Tacs to the sky)
Me: "What are you doing?"
Darby: "I just asked Jesus if he likes tic Tacs. He said 'Yes.'"

A short time later, she raised it to the sky again and said, "Laheim(I don't spell that correctly)," which means "To Life!" In Hebrew!

Cheers, Jesus! Here's a Tic Tac!

GREATER.

Darby's rendition of Elevation Worship's GREATER.

A favorite worship song at our church, Elevation Church, in Charlotte, North Carolina is the song GREATER, written by Elevation Worship. 

Obviously, the words aren't "Took the keys of death and HAM." 

Jesus took the keys of death and HELL, AMEN?!

And, I'm NOT SURE why she seemed to say, "You're spicies" at one point. New word? Yes.
Also, if you REALLY want to worship, you need to grab one red fake high heel.
If it says, "Walk By Faith"...even better.

I was just watching this video, and Darby came out from her nap, "Is that ME?!"

Yes, my little Pixie. It's you, and you sound GREAT.

Playing Catch Up. September 2013

"Random man came up to us at Starbucks and told me that he loved how Darby and I were interacting. He said I should be proud of myself, and you know what? I AM! Because, God gave me a special, high energy, testy, intelligent and persistent little Pixie, and I have kept her ALIVE!"

This was a F-book post from September 2013. My goal in life, up to that point, was to keep The Pixie alive until she was four. Four? I don't know why. I think it was because that's the age that big brother, "The Red Flash" started to calm down, and as redheads never truly "calm down," but rather learn to harness the power, I felt that if I could just keep her alive until age four, I could THEN begin training. Training for what? Well, apparently, the Olympics, for starters...more on that later. But also, training her to be self controlled, respectful, a reigning in of sorts. And, for mothers of redheads, hearing a little bit of encouragement goes a LONG way. 

A LONG way, I tell ya. 

A. 

LONG.

WAY.

All of the sudden, I realized that her fourth birthday was two short months away. I had ALMOST made it! But what next? Do I change the goal to age 10? 18? 21? To marriage? Do I start praying a redhead into her arms in a spiteful attempt to get back at her?

NOPE. 

Just carry on, Mamma. No new goals. Just carry on.