Wax On, Wax Off

Yesterday I taught Sydney the word and the meaning of SPONTANEOUS. Suddenly, I said to her, "Let's go to Louis Tusseaud's Wax Museum in Grand Prairie!"

So all the way there, of course, I was telling her about the wax statues. First thing we saw was Captain Kirk and so I just HAD to take a picture for Daddy and Uncle Omar, the family Trekkies. I don't think she knows just who she was posing with but she did it anyhow. What a trouper!

You've never seen a girl more excited to stand beside George Washington in all your life! She is quite patriotic! She gets thrilled when she sees Lincoln as well but she is truly delighted with Washington, and also anytime we see the word "Washington" in general, that is a thrill! I of course photographed her alongside him, stating to her that it might be her only chance to stand by the First President of the United States for a photo op! (She kept asking me if he was dead...she also wants to know if George Bush will die when he is no longer the President. I know some probably wish that he would but anyhoo...I digress...)

She was very impressed by Jesus in particular at the museum. There was an entire area devoted to His life (and death.) Of course in this photo here, He is speaking to his disciples, and the Wax Museum had a nice recording that quoted His sermon playing over their speakers as we viewed this display. She's a smart girl. She heard the voice and thought it was Jesus! "Mommy, I think it's nice that they have recordings of Jesus' voice so that we can hear them in the Wax Museum..." Um...I don't think they had recorders back then, or Wax Museum Paparazzi on a hunt for the voice of Jesus...

She then asked me if there were photos of Jesus in "The Jesus Book" so we could look at this later when we got home. OK, did she mean "The Bible?" I know she did. (Does anyone know a good Sunday School we can go to next week coz we need to pray? Bigtime.)

Then when we finished, she asked to take the entire tour over again! So I asked the lady at the desk if we could go through once more and she said she was not supposed to let us do that, but she let us anyhow to get us out of her hair I think. Sydney wanted to go back and see Jesus again. She's such a good girl.

When we rounded the corner to The Last Supper, she kept nodding her head and saying with the most moving sincerity, "Poor poor Jesus..."

It was HILARIOUS! (isn't that awful?) I can't say why for sure, and I hope I am not going to H in a handbasket, but this stuff was funnnny! Other people in the museum were chuckling too so it wasn't just ME! I was wishing for Brian or someone to be there with me to laugh in secret during this!

Now really, I care about Jesus a great deal, and lasting impressions have been left on my heart and life, sincerely, upon the imaginings of what He went through, so I don't mean to make light of it. But this morning she was talking about Jesus again, and she said "poor, poor Jesus" again and well, sometimes you just wanna giggle. You wanna giggle a LOT.


TELL ME you're not gigglin'...

Happy F.D.

Every year since Sydney was 2 weeks old, I have taken a picture of Sydney with this goofy sign I made back in 2001 for her sweet Daddy for Father's Day! Brian has a little album he keeps them in so you can see each of them. Wanted to share this year's Father's Day image with you! She's growin' like a weed so this year's pic was in the yard.

Independence

OK, so starting on a small scale, I wanted to show Sydney that even amazing things can be accomplished when you work at it. You can set your mind to something, try new things and accomplish surprising things, while having fun. So we decided to make the dessert on the cover of the Martha Stewart magazine for July and serve it on the 4th!

OK so Martha's was a bit more perfect, but I am sure her team made hers, and without 6 year old in tow!

Summer Days

I guess by now everyone knows that for some strange reason, we've been getting insane amounts of rain around here. But what's even stranger is the amount we're getting in the month of June. Now it's July, and well, let's just say Sydney and I had to wait for the rain to go overhead before we could play with our water balloons. (Now that doesn't make a lot of sense...did we not want to get wet or something?)




Anyhow, this morning Sydney came into my room while I was still in bed, and in the palm of her hand was her tooth! Number three for the Tooth Fairy! I've had to answer some pretty strange questions about this:
How much does the Tooth Fairy weigh? How tall is she? Where does she live? How can she carry all those teeth and the little pouches that she leaves full of quarters?

4th of July is the day after tomorrow. We are having Family Night. Sydney and I will be making a red, white and blue dessert from the front of the Martha Stewart magazine and then we will take it to Brian's to eat before fireworks...that is, IF it stops raining for the festivities!

But I'm not complaining. God gave us the rain; and God knows best.