A Midnight Moonie

Today I heard a new one.
Braden & I were up early this morning having breakfast together, as we usually do. He's always the first one up and I'm the sucker that gets to 'arise' with him. (I secretly love it though.)
Anyway...while my mom was getting ready, she asked Braden if he had eaten breakfast already? He said, "Yeah...I had a Midnight Moonie!" Guaranteed, my mom had no idea what that was. So she asked and he answered with, "You know...it's when a mom and her son have breakfast together."
Thanks Braden...that made my day!
Here's to many more Midnight Moonies!!

Trusting Ourselves?

Braden was whining to me the other day about bringing all his lego upstairs to play. I kind of have this rule that it needs to stay downstairs and he's usually pretty good about it, but once in a while, he likes to bring it upstairs and play in the livingroom. I did not want the visible mess, so I stuck to my guns and told him he would need to keep it downstairs because I don't like when he dumps it all out on the floor. He persisted by promising to not dump it all out. The best line was, "MOM...don't you trust me? (pause) I trust myself...."

It's just what Dads do...

Again while driving....the kids and I were talking about when they grow up and of course Braden somehow weaved LEGO into the conversation. He said, "Mom, I bet when I grow up, my boy is going to like lego just as much as I do." I said, "...and are you going to play lego with him just like Daddy plays lego with you?" Obviously this was a 'no-brainer' 'cause Braden answered, "Well...YEAH! That's what dads do!!!"

The New Heaven & the New Earth

On Thursday, September 29th...my grandpa (who my kids refer to as 'Megapops') had a heart attack and was hospitalized for some tests. Since my grandma needed a ride to the hospital...we offered to drive her. I picked the kids up from school a bit early and we headed over to get Grandma. On the way, I was explaining what we were doing and what had happened to Grandpa. Of course, that sparked some interesting conversations about life and death and heaven.
After a few rounds of 'questioning'....Olivia says, "Mom? How long will we be in heaven before Jesus makes the new heaven and the new earth?" I was kind of amazed at her intelligence to even ask such a question, but truthfully had to reply, "I'm not really sure, honey." There was a short pause and then Braden piped up from the backseat and confidently answered, "Umm.....I'd probably say 4 weeks!"