But I can afford a birthday cake.

Zac is 5 today. Five years ago he was born into this world with great spirit. My poor little drugged up fighter. He fought so hard to not come into the world that it's no suprise that he's so quick to be angry about anything this world might ask of him. His answer to just about everything is I didn't ask to be here, I don't have to like it.
He doesn't like any water in his eyes while bathing. He doesn't like people in his space if he didn't invite them. He doesn't like to be ignored even for a minute. He doesn't like to wait to tell me his newest awesome piece of knowledge. He hates being suprised and not knowing the out come before hand. He hates to be beaten in anything. He doesn't like to be confronted.
On the other hand he has found joy in many earthly pursuits since his birth. He loves his cousins and wants to go visit with family often. He loves to go to primary for all the right reasons (he doesn't have a good friend in his class). He loves to learn new things and since going to kindy and primary he is learning so many more things than I could teach him at home. He loves to cuddle me. He loves to wrestle with his Dad. He loves being in our family.
And we love having him in ours.

While exercising new sipirtual muscles

"Thank you for our Father who twirls in Heaven above."
Zac 4 years 11 1/2 months
Not only did he say this in his prayer but he said it so deliberately that he pointed out the mention of the twirling Father after tonight's prayer, saying he had said it because he had learnt it in a song.
I know that music and dance are ways to praise God but until tonight I hadn't thought of Him singing or dancing. Maybe He does.

Smarter than my other average bears

Too fast she has grown. Poppy is still much faster when she crawls but that isn't stopping her from trying to run away from me. In the evening when the boys have been put to bed I'll watch TV or surf and Poppy will cruise. She'll then get it into her head that she wants to visit the boys. Obviously she is delusional with tiredness and has forgotten how they torment her daily. What gives her away is that she stands in the doorway and hesitates. Right there she is making her decision. It goes something like this.

"Do I just play here on the floor OR make a run for the boys where they will laugh at me and encourage me to be deliciously naughty."..."Oh look Mum left the hallway door open. The Fates have spoken."..."Here I go. To the bedroom."...one step, two step, thr.."Oh no! Mum's coming. RUN!" ...Smack..."Scratch that. CRAWL!!!"..."Ha, ha, ha, she got me. Oh well better luck next time."

Buy Me a Pony

I want to be a cow girl,

I'll need to have a horse,

My parents didn't get me one,

They cost too much of course.

My husband gave me kids,

I cannot ride them, yet,

I would get in trouble,

If on them I did get.

I'll have to get my own horse,

I'll save the money now,

To buy a Thoroughbred,

I wouldn't want a cow.

I wish I were these lucky girls,

But for now it seems,

A cow girl in my mind,

I only have my dreams.

Amy & Poppy

September 2008
Papers and embellishments from Cottage Arts web site.

"You know Mum, dinosaurs lived a very,very,very....long time ago. So did Jesus.
(pause) Jesus gave the Fossils the last supper. Then when Jesus died the Fossils became the missionaries. Mum we see the Fossils at Church."

Zac 4 years 11 months

I spy

with my little eye something that

starts with G