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.

The Pixie Doesn't Sleep, She Smolders!

I could go on and on.  Everyone has a story.  I was talking with my friend, Carol, after Bible Study one morning, and we were admiring The Pixie's hair.  Some days, and if you have ever parented a redhead, you know...some days, their hair is just on FIRE.  You know those days will not end well for you.  I was trying to explain this to my friend who has three non redheads of her own, but they will never fully understand.  How COULD they?

"We were talking about Darby with her flaming red hair. I was talking about how I LOVE seeing redheads in the sunlight because it literally looks like their hair is ablaze! We made a little joke about how every morning, Darby gets up on fire, and it doesn't go out until she goes to sleep at night. At this point, my friend goes, 'Darby doesn't sleep...she smolders!' So true. So true" 

Recently, I overheard her proclaim, "I'M GOING TO SET THE WORLD ON FIRE!"  Now, there IS a song with those particular lyrics, but I haven't heard that song in years.  I'm pretty sure she came up with this concept inside her own, fiery head!  I sure hope she does not carry out this idea.  

Come to think of it, I need to go hide the matches...

The Tale of the Frozen Hamburger Patty

One fine January morning, The Pixie and I headed over to her little buddy's house for a play date. ) Nothing surprises me anymore...especially when Young Life leaders are involved, and we were going over to my friend's house.  She runs Young Life out of her house.  And, where there is Young Life, there is crazy.  You cannot explain the goings on.

As we were walking up to the front door, I saw a very distinctive cheeseburger patty on the mulch lining the walk.  I walked on by.  You know, come to think of it, I cannot explain why I walked by that without even thinking to pick it up or tell her to pick it up.  Stop judging.  When you have three+ children and hundreds of high school kids coming to your house every week, you can start judging, but in the meantime...

We had ourselves a little playdate and fellowship, and then it was time to go, so The Pixie mad dashed to the car (it's what you do in PA in January-it's too cold to linger).  She jumped in and climbed into her carseat before I had even closed the door.  One thing I should take note of is that when the Redhead is completely compliant, something's not going right.  I walked out to buckle her seat belt and saw her happily gnawing on that frozen solid cheeseburger patty that had been sitting in my friend's mulch.  She looked at me and said, "Can I eat this?"  Thanks for ASKING BEFOREHAND, PIXIE, "NO!  YOU MAY NOT!"  I took it and threw it back in the yard where it...where it...belonged?

I called my friend on the way home to tell her the general direction in which I tossed it.  You know, I don't ask a whole lotta "whys" when weird things happen, but I asked her this time.  She said that she had gone through the McD*nald's drive through and brought everything home to eat, but her middle child had dropped the patty out of his bag.  Who knows?  HOW do you drop a patty, but not the bun?  Regardless, it happened.  She had been having "one of those days."  We've all had them.  So, she left the patty on the ground.  And, there it stayed.  Two weeks later, Darby was enjoying the second half of our little buddy's burger.

Gross? Yes.
But, this is merely PROOF that there ARE, indeed, FREE LUNCHES!