First blog entry

I am hoping to keep this website as somewhat of a journal to look back on what Alayna was saying and when she was saying it...I have thought about doing this for awhile.. and have tried to keep a paper journal, but I carry so many different notebooks through out the years that I lose memories along with the old notebooks.

A week ago, I was sitting at the table with Alayna and Paxon eating dinner.  Wednesdays, Dan works late so its just me and my two kiddos.  I have decided recently to make these dinners, my chance to tell kids short bible stories.  That night I was talking about how God created the world and then created Adam.  I went on to say that Adam was lonely being the only man on Earth.  Alayna asked me why he was so lonely, and I said because he didnt have any people to talk to.  She then looked at me with a questioning look and said, "But Mom, he could always talk to GOD!"  The way she said it, I could hear a little "DUH!" after the statement.  I stopped the story for a second and just sighed.  It makes me so proud, that my daughter just gets it sometimes.  I dont know how many times we have prayed and I have told Alayna that she can pray and talk to God anytime she wants, especially at night, in the dark, when shes scared.  Hes always listening, I have told her....And apparently she is also listening to her mommy! :)

Again at the table, a few days ago, I asked Alayna who her hero was....questioning to myself if she quite knew the meaning of that word yet.  She quickly said, "my dad!"  Its the answer I had hoped for, but I wondered why she thought of him as a hero.  So I asked her why.  She answered, "He fixes my crown when its broken and makes me a princess.  He always fixes stuff."  I repeated it to her daddy a few minutes later and I could feel his pride. :)

Today, we had to quickly get ready for church because we were running very late.  I got Alayna dressed but left her before she put on her shoes.  As usual, we had to argue about what shoes she was going to wear.  She always wants to wear flip flops or some type of shoes that are inappropriate for the weather.  Today I came back to her room and she was wearing what I call her Easter shoes, because they are white with a lot of little holes in them, and it seems like the girls always wear similar shoes with their Easter dresses.  I told her to take them off and put on other shoes.  She gave me a glare and started a tantrum of throwing off her shoes...but she did put on the ones I told her to.  Later, on the drive to church, I was trying to engage both kids in a counting song.  I turned to Alayna when I noticed she was silent.  She just put her arms across her chest and said, "Im not singing with you because you wont let me wear my white shoes!!!"  Dan and I smirked at each other, and realized that my daughter has just one more personality trait of mine: holding a grudge.  Three years old.  (sigh)