For Posterity's Sake: Week in Review 40

On Logic and Putting it All Together:

That growing brain is working overtime, and making me laugh all the time. And, while I never know what's coming next, odds are, it's going to be entertaining.

Here's a sampling of our conversations/interactions with Audrey this week:

On Monday, Jason gave Audrey some sort of instruction. Not finding his request favorable, she yelled, "No!"

"You don't yell at me," Jason told her calmly.

"Only Mommy can?" she asked.

"Yes, only Mommy can," he answered as we laughed [not the correct response when being asked about appropriate yelling behavior by your toddler, I'm sure. But you see, we're just not a yelling family. The last time I remember yelling at Jason was about nine years ago before we were married (which is a pretty funny story in itself). As for Jason, I don't remember a time that he's ever yelled at me other than in a cheering capacity (or one time in a high school drama class while playing my 70-something counterpart who was attempting to put the moves on me. I, I mean, my offended character, yelled back)].


When Jason put Audrey to bed on Tuesday night, he told her that she had to go to sleep, but after she slept all night, she could go to school in the morning. He left her room at 8:30 p.m. At 9:15 p.m. we heard her at the door. "I slept all night. It's time to go to school!"


Wednesday while playing Audrey said, "Mommy, I love you, okay?"
"I love you, Audrey," I said.
"Okay. You can love me, too. If you want to."


Thursday night, as is the case most nights, Audrey was still running around as if she'd been given a continuous sugar drip when we told her it was time for bed. She sprinted behind a chair and burst into song, bellowing, "I am hiding because I don't want to go to bed!"


Today, as we were riding in the car, I asked Audrey what she's been learning in school. She began telling me how God made the moon and dogs and a big whale. After asking if she knew why God made all those things, I told her it was because He loves her.

Through the rearview mirror I saw her look up at the sky. "I love you, too, Jesus. You're a good man." Then she looked back at me. "Is Jesus a man?"


A little while later, I asked about a craft project she had made. I had been informed that it was baby Moses in a basket. "Do you know why Moses was in a basket?" I asked.

"Because I colored it," she said.


What can I say? God made the world, and Audrey rewrote the story of Moses. It's been a full week. Until the next one...