You might not think we are so crazy after you hear other people's stories. :) Seriously, though, it again brought tears to my eyes as I contemplate that God knows the name of every orphan in the world--all 143 million of them--and He is aware of their suffering. He has given all of us the job of caring for them in some way, and what a privilege that is.
I had many thoughts surrounding Christmas that I wanted to share, but I got sick and couldn't write. Now I have forgotten what I was going to say. haha...must have been profound. :)
I have had a few amusing moments with the kids the past few days, though. Little Jake keeps us on our toes every minute. He is into everything and very curious. Two mornings ago, I heard blood-curdling screams coming from his room. This usually means he has gotten a chubby leg stuck in the railing of his crib. I went up to rescue him but started cracking up when I saw the reason for his great distress. He had tried to hike a leg over the railing, between the wall and the crib, and he was stuck on TOP of the railing, straddling it precariously, and screaming at the top of his lungs. Now, one would think that this traumatic experience would teach him not to do it again. The following morning....yes....I again hear the same screams. This time I took the camera and got this shot of his morning escapades.
Yesterday, I took the girls to Hobby Lobby and as we were checking out, the check-out lady asked SaraGrace what her name was. SaraGrace told her, and then said, 'Waths you name?" The lady told her, "Marsha." SaraGrace wrinkled up her nose in confusion and said loudly, "Why thomeone name you Marshmallow?" The whole line behind me cracked up as I wanted to disappear into the floor. Thankfully, "Marshmallow" was very gracious and said, 'My name is MarshA, but when I was a little girl, I was called Marshmallow." I love that girl--but I would like to put a muzzle on her sometimes!
