Grrrr, Sigh

Some days  they are more frustrations than possible to ignore. For example: traffic, long lines with few cashiers, mislabeled items, and wrong insurance on prescription, bad haircuts and rude people, dirty house that was just cleaned the day before and so much wash despite completing it 2 days before, just to name a few that may or may not have taken place today. Yet in all that I stop myself before missing the moments with my one a bit troublesome 3 yr old and a precariously young/tweenish daughters. We miss the fun stop but still enjoy the purchased lunch that truly was a treat. Thank God I heard his voice over my own bad attitude. I have blown it many a time before.

Tonight though, once again God shines on me inspiring just what tomorrow's lesson at church will be, and gives me some undivided attention with #1 as we drove back from a bday party he attended. A teachable moment popped up courtesy of the song Slow Fade . Training kids to discern right and wrong when they are not with you is an interesting trek on my parenting train let me tell you!

Once back at home the big kids watched Transformers with Daddy. I headed for the bathroom when I stumbled upon the missing member of the household.

Me: What are you doing in there?
#4: I am getting some thing for my elbows. (picks up my deodorant)
Me: Oh
#4: Yes they are getting very kinda, well they need it.
Me: I see.
#4: Yes they are hurting me. (pulls up the sleeves on her shirt so her elbows are exposed)
#4: (puts the stick to her armpits on the outside of her shirt, smiles somewhat embarrassed like)
Me: That goes under your shirt silly.
#4: Oh (nervous laughter) I forgot (blushes)
Me: It is tough to remember that's ok
#4 (begins to reach under her shirt but is acting very shy about doing so in my presence) It is very cold. I need to blow it to get the cold off..phffffffffff (blowing/spitting)
Me: Be careful to not touch your mouth, (noticing she already has but is trying to act like she hasn't). It will taste yucky.
#4: (makes a funny face and continues blowing) phfffffff
Me: (exits the bathroom but stays in my room) Make sure to put it away when you are done.
#4: O.K.

A few minutes later I hear stomp, stomp, stomp and assume big foot in the petite strawberry blond body is headed my way and look forward.
#4 Mommy you need this too. Hold your arms up so I can get to your elbows.
Me: (tries not to laugh as I follow directions and get deodorant somewhat in the correct place) Do I smell better now.

#4: Yes, yes you do. Now I need to take care of Daddy.

Me: Make sure you use his because it is different than Mommy's. (For SURE I don't want stinky boy germs on my stuff, LOL)

#4: Right this is JUST for you and me. This is Mommy and E V A's.

Me: Yep, just for us girls :)

Earlier this evening she through me for another loop by asking where do we go when we die. Conversation with a 3 year old is really very literal so it was a matter of fact discussion with repeated questions of various ways one might die, stuck in mud, under the water, a tornado (thanks big brother) all ending with we go to Heaven. I just would LOVE to know what happens in that little head for such to even come up. Maybe the recent chicken death, 11 days ago just sunk in?

Off she headed to snuggle with Daddy after he first smelled nice. Such a spitfire she is, for sure! Until tomorrow when the fun commences in a new and improved way no doubt.