It's little moments like this that make the "staying at home thing" all worth it.
(We were making this recipe by the way - it's so worth it. And the song? U2's "When Love Comes to Town" - particularly infectious when sung by an air-guitaring 3 year-old.)
Peter and I had a Teachable Moment while he was helping me make my coffee today.
Peter: Where is God?
Me: God is everywhere.
Peter: In our house?
Me: Yes, he's here too.
Peter: But I can't see him.
Me: Yes, well, God is powerful, but also invisible.
Peter: Oh, so God is a Ninja! Niiiiaaaaahhh!
And this happened on Day of the Ninja, no less. Peter had no idea today was such a special day
Bonus: Celebrate Day of the Ninja by visiting : AskANinja.com. Also check the Writer's Strike edition. And my all-time favorite: Ninja Dates. This is comedy gold, people!
Scene: in the car, listening to my kids bicker for the fifty thousandth time.
Me (in my most exasperated, threatening, "Do I Need to Pull This Car Over?" tone of voice): If you hit your brother with that stick one more time, I'm going to have to take it away!
3-year-old Peter (in the EXACT SAME TONE OF VOICE): Well if you do that, I'm going to have to cry!
My 2-year-old Peter is full of spunk. He wears his pirate hat to music recitals and takes his baseball mitt to bed. Here he is sporting his hat, pirate shirt, and his I-can-put-them-on-by-myself-
so-I-wear-them-every-day boots. I called him Mr. Sneakboots one day when he was playing the "take Mommy's cellphone" game and we started laughing. We decided he needed a pirate-y name when he's swashbucking, so Captain Sneakboots he became.
I love how much he throws himself into life. When we were deciding on a name, Dave really wanted the name Peter. I didn't like it the first time around (we chose Henry instead), but the second time, I loved it for some reason. Peter in the bible is such a great, passionate, all-or-nothing guy.
I wonder about names: did I "know" somehow when I was pregnant with these boys that Henry was not a Peter, and that Peter was? My Peter is so much like his biblical namesake: full of gusto and passion, quick to laugh, and so exuberant. Henry is not like that at all. Did God tell me that Peter was the right name for this bundle of boy-ness who kicked me so hard in utero that it knocked the wind out of me on a regular basis?
Regardless of how it came about, his name fits him perfectly.
