My Mikey is FIVE!

 

I can't believe that my little, drooly face, baby Mikey turned 5 years old this week. It seems like it was yesterday that I took him to have this photo taken. I walked into the photo studio and laid him on this big blue bean bag chair. As soon as I laid him on his belly, his forehead went straight down. He decided that he needed a quick snooze. I had enough sleeping pictures of him and really wanted an awake picture of my little man, but there was no way that he was going to pick up that little head off of that comfy bean bag chair. The photographer and I were calling, "Mikey....ohhh Miiiiiiiikey, come on baby, wake up and look at Mommy." He would try so hard to lift his head and then it would just go right back down. Since he was having his picture taken in the mall, he was displayed in the window for all to see. There was quite a crowd gathered around that window. Everyone was giggling and "ahhing" over my sleepy, little baby laying in just his diaper on that big, ole bean bag chair. After a few more attempts, my little 6 week old baby finally found the strength to lift his head, just for a second, and this was the photo that was captured.
 

And now, my 5 year old little man proudly holds his head up high displaying the age that we can now refer to as, "a WHOLE hand."

 
Mikey enjoyed all of his gifts but none so much as the gift that he received from my in-laws. They had put several different toys in a bag for him. The first thing that he pulled out of the bag was a little robot. "Awwwwe-thum," he said. He dug back into his bag and pulled out a set of match box cars. He smiled big and went digging for more treasures. The next thing he took out was a set of coloring books and crayons. He was thrilled with that! Coloring is one of his favorite hobbies! But, none of these things earned the squeal of delight as the next item that he was about to pull out of the bag. The tissue paper went flying, and his head was buried into the bag. All we heard was a huge gasp with a series of giggles. And, this is what he pulled out......(drumroll, please)..........


 
TIC TACS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! No other birthday will ever compare to this one. Being five is good, or in the words of my sweet Mikey, "Awwwww-thum!"
 

School time or Snack time?

 
 

Little Annie-fannie thought it was snack time when I said, "School time" and didn't she just weeble-wobble right on over to Matt, set her yogurt covered raisins down next to him, and watch him do math. Man, oh man! will she be disappointed when she understands what I really said! -SCHOOL? not SNACK!...big time bummer! 

Mikey the Sleepwalker

 
 

The other night, Joel and I went upstairs to check on the kids before we went to bed and this is what we found along the way. Mikey had gotten up to go the bathroom. Apparently the journey back upstairs was just too much for him, so he had to pull off at a rest stop. He takes after his daddy. There was a time that I found Joel standing on our bed in the middle of the night. When I asked him what he was doing, he informed that he was changing a light bulb. I said, "Um. Honey? We don't have a light over our bed." He looked around and said, "We don't?" I said, "Nope." So, he stepped down, crawled back into bed and fell fast asleep. Help! These sleepwalkers scare me! 

Emma's testimony

 

Last night as I was tucking Emma into bed, I prayed with her. I said, "Jesus, I pray that when Emma is old enough to understand what you did for her on the cross that she will ask you into her heart." When I said, "Amen" and looked up, she was staring wide-eyed at me and said, "I ready did ask Jesus in my hawt." I gave her the same wide-eyed look right back and said, "YOU DID?" She said, "Yup. Mommy dis is my froat?" She then pointed to her neck. I said, "Yes, that's your throat." Then she pointed to her chest and asked, "And dis is my hawt?" I said, "Yes, that's your heart." She said with great authority, "Yup, so Jesus lives in dis hawt." I said, "Well Emma, when did you do this?" She thought for a moment and said, "Ummmmmmmmmmmmmm, On Fursday." (didn't even know the child knew names of the days of the week) I said, "Wow,on Thursday?...ok and what did you say to Jesus?" She said, "I said, 'Jesus, could you come in my bunk bed?" I lovingly corrected my sweet girl on her obvious confused state and started off with, "Emma, honey, you can't..." Suddenly she interrupted me with a loud burst and said, "MOMMY! then I said, 'COME INTO MY HEART...HALLELUJUAH!'" What more could I say? I gave her a hearty "Hallelujuah" right back and walked away with the biggest grin on my face.