DA-DA!

That title is in honor of my third and fourth borns who have both been (JAG most recently has been doing it and MELT MY HEART!) through a stage of doing wild things or crazy things and standing up with a smile and arms out to proclaim "Ta-da!" only they say dada and it is one-of-my-favorite-things-ever. I blogged about Ryah Layne doing it before.  Anyway, ta-da, here I am:) Been a WHILE, ahem. But sometimes I just get overwhelmed with things I want to remember, and today was one of those days and I just thought, why don't I see if blogger has booted me off yet, and if they haven't, then I will write some things down darn it. And since blogger has been gracious, I guess I will follow through.

This week we had our first Burmese refugee family that we fostered. It was totally last minute, with World Relief, and I did not know what in the heck I was doing, and I know now that I could have done a better job if, you know, if I had ANY SORT OF PLANNING SKILLS WHATSOEVER. But I don't, and they were so gracious, and this weekend we are going to go to their new apartment and see if there is something nice we could do for them, definitely take them a nice candle or some such, so hopefully it is all okay. My children amazed me. I love those four. It was a wee bit strained for me (which is unusual) since we had some of what they call a language barrier (ha!) and if I can't talk to you  easily, apparently I clam up. On top of that, they had a certain, ahem, *smell* that for me was tough to take. I am ashamed to admit it but it is the truth. Anyhow, none of this phased my children at all. I mean, they don't speak Burmese, and the Burmese definitely do not speak English, and yet my children all happily sat and chatted away with them. How, I have no idea, but they all seemed to have no trouble communicating! My littlest two would sit on their laps, and when the big two came home from school today and found out they had left a day early while they were at school they were so bummed! They certainly weren't getting this graciousness from me. Maybe from their father. He IS a pretty gracious man I have to say. Or more likely, their heavenly father. He is the definition of grace, thank goodness.

One of my other favorite things these days is when I leave the littles at home with Sarah (the GOD-SEND who is living with us right now:)) in the morning and drive the bigs to school. We go over our favorite memory verses, I give them one for the day, or they tell my some of their favorite bible stories. If I forget, Allie will always ask me, Mom, what's our verse for today?

Oh, it's dinner time, will have to run for now, sigh. Maybe more tonight?