We had a houseful of grandkids yesterday. Cailyn was here while her Mom studied. She had two grand announcements for us. The first concerned her father. She told Chris, "My Daddy is old." Interesting statement to come out of the blue. Chris asked what made her Daddy old, and she replied, "He just not a boy anymore." Ah, the bane of life, my son. Growing old.
Her second proclamation concerned her current vocational choice. I was trimming the tree when she came up behind me and announced, "I a fashion girl." That got my attention. I turned to her and asked for clarification, "And what is a fashion girl?" She replied with a chuckle, "You know, DadDad. It's when you put your hands in your pockets and then take them out and then twirl." Oh, right. Of course. She continued that line of thought for quite some time, doing some key poses with Chris as a "sleeping fashion girl" and a "jumping fashion girl."
Kel's boys joined us later on so he and Christina could go see the new Spiderman movie. No, I haven't seen it yet. We'll have to get a babysitter of our own soon and check it out. They left us with one instruction: "Josiah has his two-year-old picture scheduled for tomorrow, so don't let him mess up his face." I know. Kind of an odd request. And maybe it wasn't worded exactly like that, but the intent was the same. It made for some "fun" moments. What two-year-old isn't in constant danger of smashing his face when he has two older brothers who see him simply as just another bump in the road in the obstacle course that is their life? He did have a spill or seven, but came out of the evening relatively unmarred. Not so for Micah. He was chasing Jachin around in circles (one of their favorite pasttimes here at Nana's house). Jachin raced past a rocking chair and bumped it, causing it to begin its inborn back and forth maneuvering. And just as it started on its "back" rotation, Micah rounded the corner at full speed. His head collided with the chair, sending him into an immediate tailspin. Chris saw what happened, so she jumped into nurse/Nana mode, scooping him up and heading for the kitchen to get a washcloth, fulling expecting a bloody nose to be forthcoming. They sat on the couch, dabbing at the nose, when Micah leaned his head back, revealing … the problem was not his nose at all. There was rising little goose egg just above his eyebrow. That changed everything as far as nursing strategies were concerned. She ran for the fridge and pulled out some ice. The nose swabbing washcloth became the ice holder. All racing activities were called to a halt and a movie became the next plan of action. The swelling wasn't too bad, but I bet he has a nice shiner today. A badge of honor among men, to be sure.
Psalms 11:7 says, "For the Lord is righteous, he loves justice; upright men will see his face."
Father, I sure want to see your face. Help me with the righteous part. Amen.
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