wisdom from a two year old

who bites mommy's butt, daddy?
bad people.
i don't want anyone biting her butt. i LOVE her.

that was my bad. i was getting a little heated talking about how hard life is and how unfair some people are, and i ended up saying really loud, "they can just bite my butt!" luci didn't ask gary about it until they were in the car alone together. poor luci.

'lijah's first tooth is out. it's the front bottom left. ouch. six months old and he won't take solids. never heard of that before. i tickle him so he opens his mouth to laugh, then i swoop a spoonful of rice cereal or banana in. he frowns. i tickle him again and he laughs with pursed lips.

then there's luci... luci the petulant. luci the super-strong-willed. just when she was about to become overbearing she strolled up to me with her hands folded, blanket draped over her forehead, princess crown over the blanket. she said in her best impression of Mommy Mary, extending her arms, "don't worry. i am here. i love you and i want to save you." it made me jump up and hug her. she's really a good kid. i think she knows too much for her own good. it's a constant battle to give her things to do. you know the saying... an idle mind can be destructive. we were in the car once and i said, "luci, can i tell you something? i hope you have friends that love Jesus and Mommy Mary, because when i was a little girl, people laughed at that kind of thing. i want you to be able to love them without feeling funny. a lot of times i grew up sad." i stopped, thinking i had said too much, wondering if it even registered. she was quiet for a bit, then she replied, "don't worry mommy. big daddy God is here. He will make you happy, and He will make you silly too."

(Thanks Eric, Anna, Isaiah, & Ethan for the tickets to Wicked, free babysitting, and cupcakes! I love you guys!)