Chris: “Whose cheese is this?” He held up a piece of cheese that had been left on the kitchen table.
Elijah: “Owen.com”

I think maybe our lives have been taken over by all things computer in this house.

This is just a little window into the random insanity that is life in our house.

Picture three very hyper, happy kids running into the living room from the boys’ room, after we just told them to go to bed.

Kyra: “Can we watch a movie?!?!”

Elijah: “Can we eat racoons in the garbage?”

Owen: “Racoons….garbage?”

Yeah. It didn’t make any sense to us either, but it sure was funny.

Today, I was sitting on the couch with my shirt up, rubbing my belly. This is pretty much my usual state. Abby was moving around and kicking like crazy. The kids got to actually see her moving for the first time. They were always too impatient to watch long enough to see the movements before. Abby was really active today, though, and they thought it was really cool. I told them that she could hear them talking, and Kyra said she was going to think of something to say to her. In a few minutes, Kyra came back, leaned close to my belly, and said, “Abby Jo…Jesus loves you.”

I poured myself a glass of Dr Pepper, and Elijah, who was watching, said, “Dr. Pepper doesn’t make me climb the walls anymore. I drank some, and I tried it…and I couldn’t.”

Today, I was changing Owen’s diaper while talking on the phone to Amy. I told him that now that I was through with school we were going to potty-train him.

He said, “Potty-train me?!?”
I said, “Yes. You’re a big boy now. You need to use the potty all the time. Like Elijah and Kyra.”
He said, “Oh.”
I said, “You can wear big boy underwear, too.”
Amy said, “Ask him what he wants on his underwear.”
I totally expected him to say Superman or Thomas the Tank Engine or Oswald, but instead, he said, “Winnie the Pooh.”
I said, “Winnie the Pooh?” I was surprised that he said this, because he never watches Winnie the Pooh. I thought about it, and I thought about it. Then, it struck me as incredibly hilarious. I started laughing.
I said to Amy, “He said he wants Pooh on his underwear. Pooh. Poo! My boy is hilarious.”
Amy said, “Yeah. Good luck with that potty-training thing.”

While I was making him a peanut butter sandwich, Elijah went to the fridge to get the jelly. He said, “Mama, I don’t want peach or grape. I want poisonberry, but I can’t reach it.”
So, I went and got the boysenberry jam for him, because I love him.

I was watching a youtube video that had a baby in it. Owen saw it, and started saying, “Baby! Baby!”
I said, “Yeah. A baby. Do you like babies, Owen?”
“Uh huh.” Owen said.
Thinking it a good opportunity to once again bring up the new baby, I asked, “Where’s Mama’s baby?”
Owen patted his chest, indicating that he was mama’s baby.
I couldn’t help but smile and give him a big hug.

I wonder if I’ll have a jealous kid this time around. When I first told the kids I was going to have a baby, Owen shook his head no, patted his chest, and said, “My (I’m the) baby.”

During dinner a week or so ago, we were discussing what the kids learned at Awana with them. Kyra told us that Jesus died on the cross for our sins, and the conversation that followed went like this:

Me: “Do you know what sin is?”

Elijah: “Sin is bad.”

Kyra, taking a deep breath for the wordy answer she was immediately preparing in her five year old little girl mind: “Weeelll, sins can be lots of things. I learned in Awana that the devil makes us think bad thoughts. (She taps the side of her head for emphasis.) He makes us think of bad things, and we have to decide what we are going to do. We could do the bad things that our thoughts say to do and that is sin, or we could do good things instead and make Jesus happy.”

Me: “Yeah..that’s right.”

Elijah, looking up from his food, fork in hand, and in his monotone cookie monster voice says: “God can’t sin.”

Me: “That’s right, Elijah. Do you know why God can’t sin?”

Kyra, interrupting Elijah to make her thoughts known, went into a big, long thing about why she thought God can’t sin. When she finished, Elijah looked up with an expressionless, innocent face, and says: “God can’t sin, because God is holy.”

At that, Chris jerked his head up, and grinned at his boy. The look on Chris’ face said, “Hooah! That’s my boy.”

Me, very impressed: “That’s right, Elijah!”

He may not be able to count to ten yet, and he may not have any interest in learning the correct use of proper pronouns, however, he does know one thing, and that is…God is holy.

Last night, after Awana, we had come home, and were all in our bed talking with each other. I asked Elijah what he learned about in Cubbies, and this is the conversation that followed.

Elijah: “We learned about God.”

Me, knowing what his lesson was about: “Did you learn about Jesus?”

Elijah: “Jesus IS God.”

Me: “I know. What did Jesus do in your story?”

Elijah: “He went to His father’s house.”

Me: “Was His Father’s house in Heaven?”

Elijah: “Yeah.”

Me: “Who is Jesus’ father?”

Elijah: “I don’t know.”

Me: “God is Jesus’ father.”

Elijah nodded and then it was as if we could see the light bulb go off over his head.

Elijah: “Waaaait a minute. (Speaking slowly and thoughtfully.) If Jesus is God, how can God be Jesus’ father?”

Me: “Chris…”

Chris: “Well, Elijah, God is three people. He is God the Father, He is Jesus, and He is the Holy Spirit, and all of those three people are one Person.”

Elijah: “Oh!” Big grin. “Okay.”

And, that, my friends, is how our three year old was introduced to the Trinity.