Operation Bald Head...

Yesterday, Big Head and I were discussing Operation Christmas Child. It is a wonderful ministry that sends shoe boxes with Christmas gifts to needy children. I was trying to stress to him the importance of this ministry. I had been telling him about all of the things that we have, that some other children of the world do not have. He thought for a moment, then made some statements about how we have a couch, and some children may not have a couch. He went on to say that we have a stove, and some children may not have a stove. I was noticeably impressed that he 'got it'. He smiled and I could see that he so desired to come up with one more thing that we have that other's may not. But it just wasn't coming to him. He started to step down from the chair, then turned to me with a huge grin and said, "And some Grandpas don't have hair either!"

Oh, GOOD, where did you go???

On the way to church Sunday, Big Head and I had this deep conversation:
Noah- "Mommy, there's another little boy at church that makes bad choices just like me"
Me- "Well, son, I don't want you to be the boy that makes bad choices, I want you to make good choices"
Noah- "I know, but the bad is just all inside of me Momma"
Me- "There is bad in all of us, but God gives you good choices to"
Noah- "Sometimes it feels like there is no good, or that God would have to break all my bones just to get to that good"

What is that SMELL?

Noah walked into the kitchen, sniffling his little nose like a dog. He searched and searched all around the kitchen, obviously trying to find something smelly. He finally stopped at the trash can. "I found it!" he proclaimed. He then informed me that there was a yucky smell and that he had found it in the trash can. Then he said, "Mommy, this trash can needs to brush it's teeth, it is stiiiinky!"

Bapatize Him!

Noah and two of his friends jumped into our gross kiddy pool. I mean, the water was green and so yucky! Myself and the other two mothers were terrified at first sight. Then Big Head took a bucket, filled it with water and poured it on one of the little boy's heads! That was it! We were now, all horribly disgusted. I ran to Noah and said, "Son, why would you do that, that was soo gross!?" He said, "Mommy, I was just trying to bapatize him!"