With A Heavy Little Heart

We don't go to church very often.  A few days ago Jack said that he wanted to go to church today.  His friend's aunt has terminal cancer and he wanted to pray for a miracle.  We talked about how God is always with us and hears our prayers no matter where we are.  He felt that this was big enough to warrant being in a holy place.  So he and I went.  And my boy cried through most of the service.  He told the rector of his heavy heart and the entire congregation prayed for the healing of this woman that none of us have never met.

I love God, love Jesus and am pretty ambivalent about organized religion.  This boy of mine led the way today.  With an open and heavy heart he rallied God's people to join him on his journey.  I am so blessed to be on this journey with Jack.

Statute of Limitations

Eli was sitting on my lap today at the roller skating rink.  In his defense, he wasn't feeling all that great.  I asked him, "Will you sit on my lap when you are older".  Eli: "I don't know".  Me: "Well, you are almost 10, do you think you will sit on my lap then?" Eli: "Maybe"  I will be sad when the lap sitting days are over.  Would it be evil to hope for the occasional day of sickness that inspires the lap sitting?  I think I'll take my chances and hope for lap sitting however I can get it.

Twins...of the non-siamese variety

Eli and Jack are as different as twin brothers could be...disposition, style, everything.  They are generally very nice kids, but they can be SO awful to each other.  They are fully aware of each other's 'buttons' and don't hesitate to push them.  And yet, they forge their way through the world as a pair. Jack is the extrovert who paves the way socially for Eli.  Eli is the problem solver who reduces Jack's anxiety.  They play for hours in a way that only they can play.  They anticipate and accommodate each other's style of play, finish each other's sentences, follow each other's instructions.  It must be cool to travel through life with a partner.

Dead?

Jack loves the snow.  He seems impervious to the cold.  He rolls around, tunnels, scoops, throws...and then just lies in the cold stillness.  This is how I found him this morning when I came out to shovel.  It's a little alarming to ask my child, "Are you dead?"  The smirk gives him away every time!

Order?

Those who know me well...or even just a little...will confirm that I am not a person of order.  There are always piles of, well, everything...papers, books, laundry (separate piles for dirty and clean), even piles of dirt that I've swept.  I just don't need things to be exactly right.  For Christmas Brian and Siobhan bought me this cool swiveling Keurig coffee sorter.  It's making me insane.  I fill it with those little round containers, nicely sorted into little rows of three.  And then someone takes one!  Or worse, they switch them around!  The missing wholes are begging for replacements!  I'm not sure what it is about this gadget that is bringing out my dormant OCD tendencies, but it's making me crazy.  Should I put it away or live with the craziness?  I haven't yet decided.

School of Rock

The list of movies that we ALL love is a very short list.  At the top of that list is School of Rock.  Last weekend we watched it (cuz we own it!) and downloaded the soundtrack.  I'm sure I'll be hearing the lines for days...until we watch it again!

So Serious

This boy of mine is so incredibly serious.  He does not laugh easily, but when he does, it's a fantastic laugh!  I savor every minute of that sound.  I sometimes wonder if he's happy, but happiness seems irrelevant to him.  He is focused.  He is determined.  He is productive.

And so serious

Boston Fans

I am not a sports fan...in any sense of the word!  I never watch the games on TV.  Stephen's sister invited us to come to today's Patriot's game with her...4th row up from the field!  It was such a blast to be among the crazy Boston fans...the swearing, the cheering, the companionship with other crazy fans.  It's good to be a Boston fan!