So every night we snuggle with each of the girls for about 10 minutes in their beds and then leave and let them go to sleep. While we snuggle we have what we call sleepy time stories. Typically Jason and I make up stories based on their stuffed animals or on their friends and tell them to the girls. Tonight Breonna and I did it a little differently:
Me: Tomorrow we'll go to the Y and you and Jordan can go to Kid's Stuff. Later this week we'll go swimming again.
Breonna: If we want to go swimming, I can take Jordan to the Y.
Me: Without me?
Breonna: Yeah.
Me: How will you get to the Y, it is a little too far to walk.
Breonna: I'll drive.
Me: You'll drive what?
Breonna: My car
Me: What car?
Breonna: My pink car with Dora on the side.
Me: You have a pink car with Dora on the side?
Breonna: Yeah, but it is in the shop getting fixed.
Me: So it is broken? How are you going to pay to fix it?
Breonna: I have money.
Me: What money?
Breonna: The money in the car.
Me: So where did you get the car?
Breonna: Someone gave it to me.
Me: Someone?
Breonna: Yeah, you don't know them.
Me: So this is a real car?
Breonna: Yep. They gave me a purple truck with princesses on it too.
Me: Where is that?
Breonna: I parked it so you wouldn't see it.
Me: OK - Why did they give you two vehicles?
Breonna: I don't know.
Me: Do you have a license?
Breonna: A what?
Me: A license - something that proves that you know how to drive (in theory).
Breonna: I'm going to school for that.
Me: Really? Where are you going to school?
Breonna: Well, you take a right and then at the stop sign you take a left (she is describing how to get to the elementary school she will be attending in September).
Me: When do you go to school?
Breonna: Every morning before you get up. I get up when Daddy gets up to go to work and I come back before you wake up.
Me: Really? So does Daddy take you to school?
Breonna: No, I walk.
I think Breonna was telling me the story tonight. I'm going to have to keep my eyes open for these strange people who give away cars though. I need a new one with more space.
Monday, June 21, 2010
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Serving with kids
I was just reading Julie's (The antics of the three 22nds) post about whether having four kids gives her an excuse not to serve (yeah, I know I'm behind).
After we took custody of the girls and finally got them home, I suddenly got thrown into a world that I never had any reason to visit before - Children's ministries at our church. Sure, I had tons of friends that have kids and they volunteer countless hours for the benefit of children in the church. Julie is among those special people. I can't think of anything more difficult than sitting with a flannelgraph and trying to get a dozen wiggly and distracted preschoolers to listen to you talk about God. She does it ... and she does it well on top of everything else she has on her plate. Scares the willies out of me. Give me my computer and I can throw something up on the screen for the worship service - or let me take pictures or run the sound board. Anything that doesn't involve talking in front of people ... even little tiny people.
This Sunday I spent my first stint in the preschool room. The church is trying to give those who regularly serve a break for the summer and when I got to the room there was no one there. Only one person had volunteered to supervise the preschoolers and she hadn't arrived yet. However, the rule is: there must be two adults in the room. Guess I'm working Children's Church beat. What do we do? What do I say? Where are the crayons? Fortunately the other person in the room with me was a veteran - Val was a lifesaver - I was just the extra body there to keep us legal - she came in and she knew exactly what to do and where everything was. I tried to help with the craft - messed that one up. The kids were supposed to depict their families on a piece of construction paper using other little bits of construction paper that I cut up for them while they were listening to Val. I cut the pieces WAY too big and most of their families came out looking like cubist abstract art. I guess that's OK, they ARE preschoolers after all - what am I expecting Monet or DaVinci?
Over the course of the summer I will be leaping out of my comfort zone - VBS, Sunday School, Children's Church. We'll see how it goes.
Oh, and to answer Julie on her post - if God gives what us what we can handle plus a little bit to push us to grow - I've got a long way to go to try to keep up with you. Some people use their kids as an excuse, I'm hoping mine help me to stretch and grow in a lot of different ways including service.
After we took custody of the girls and finally got them home, I suddenly got thrown into a world that I never had any reason to visit before - Children's ministries at our church. Sure, I had tons of friends that have kids and they volunteer countless hours for the benefit of children in the church. Julie is among those special people. I can't think of anything more difficult than sitting with a flannelgraph and trying to get a dozen wiggly and distracted preschoolers to listen to you talk about God. She does it ... and she does it well on top of everything else she has on her plate. Scares the willies out of me. Give me my computer and I can throw something up on the screen for the worship service - or let me take pictures or run the sound board. Anything that doesn't involve talking in front of people ... even little tiny people.
This Sunday I spent my first stint in the preschool room. The church is trying to give those who regularly serve a break for the summer and when I got to the room there was no one there. Only one person had volunteered to supervise the preschoolers and she hadn't arrived yet. However, the rule is: there must be two adults in the room. Guess I'm working Children's Church beat. What do we do? What do I say? Where are the crayons? Fortunately the other person in the room with me was a veteran - Val was a lifesaver - I was just the extra body there to keep us legal - she came in and she knew exactly what to do and where everything was. I tried to help with the craft - messed that one up. The kids were supposed to depict their families on a piece of construction paper using other little bits of construction paper that I cut up for them while they were listening to Val. I cut the pieces WAY too big and most of their families came out looking like cubist abstract art. I guess that's OK, they ARE preschoolers after all - what am I expecting Monet or DaVinci?
Over the course of the summer I will be leaping out of my comfort zone - VBS, Sunday School, Children's Church. We'll see how it goes.
Oh, and to answer Julie on her post - if God gives what us what we can handle plus a little bit to push us to grow - I've got a long way to go to try to keep up with you. Some people use their kids as an excuse, I'm hoping mine help me to stretch and grow in a lot of different ways including service.
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