More Holiness Give Me: Khronicles of Kate

Thursday, September 30, 2010

Khronicles of Kate

The very week Bo went to kindergarten Kate decided to quit her nap. Actually the second week. First she let me have a week to get a taste of the true bliss of her napping and Bo gone to kindergarten. I scrap booked and watched one of my favorite shows that whole week. I ate lunch in perfect peace and it was divine.

Enter in week two. DONE with Naps. Done. I tried and tried and she is DONE. I have never had children who seem to need much sleep. It drives me crazy because frankly I'm exhausted.

Anyhoo, so now that she won't take a nap we are at that stage, where sometimes of course around 5:00pm every day, she gets tired and you have to deal with the crabola and also make sure she doesn't get a nap... Because I need her to go to bed at night.

It is often the case where she will fall asleep at 5 and be up until 12. I also have often felt like I should sue her for harassment. She is harassing me. Honest. She cannot leave me alone for one second. She needs me all the time and must be talking all the time and ask questions all the time and I answer her but she asks me over and over again.

And don't even think about eating in front of her. She can hear you eating a mile aways and she WILL eat off your plate. Now that I am describing my little Helen Keller I am starting to feel like some good discipline could go a long way here. But I promise, I am not a huge softy with her. She is just a harasser!

Anyway, all of that just to show you what happened yesterday when I took my eyes off her for a second!

She fell asleep just like this! All on her knees, one inch away from the tv.

This is also my first kid who has to change herself no less than fifty times a day. I love the backwards pants, unmatching shirt (what could match those adorable pants though), and her brothers shoes. She is just a goof ball.

Also I have been trying to teach Bo to say his own prayers. I guess I have helped him way too long because he doesn't know how to come up with his own thoughts. I told him to just think about it. He has refused and I have ended up helping him. One night after watching Justine say her prayers he tried it himself and was all excited and told me he "think" about it! So he wanted to pray again so I could hear. "Jesus, I like Pizza." Nice one, buddy!

1 comment:

Susan said...: Kim said...I love this!
Aine said...‎"Jesus, I like pizza" - priceless!!!
Linda said... That is a precious prayer! :) And you are living my life with the sleeping late in the afternoon/evening, then being up till 11 or 12 every night thing and the talking all. day. every. single. minute. needing. wanting. my. attention. every. single. minute. I'm weary just writing it. But I'm glad she's there to keep me company. Most of the time. :)
Nancy said...What fun you will have telling these stories when they are older and you will hear "How many times are you going to tell that story?' Sorry, I missed Nathan this morning!
Viki said...That is so cute...just like Kate. I think it's cute how they want to talk to Jesus, even though I try to teach them that we are talking to Heavenly Father in prayer; January 5, 2011 at 9:27 PM

I know it is long but it is life altering!

C.S. Lewis- Meanwhile the cross comes before the crown and tomorrow is a Monday morning...It is a serious thing to live in a society of possible gods and goddesses, to remember that the dullest and most uninteresting person you can talk to may one day be a creature which, if you say it now, you would be strongly tempted to worship, or else a horror and a corruption such as you now meet, if at all, only in a nightmare. All day long we are, in some degree, helping each other to one or other of these destinations. It is in the light of these overwhelming possibilities that we should conduct all our dealings with one another, all friendships, all loves, all play, all politics. There are no ordinary people. You have never talked to a mere mortal. But it is immortals who we joke with, work with, marry, snub and exploit - immortal horrors or everlasting splendours. This does not mean that we are to be perpetually solemn. We must play. But our merriment must be of the kind (and it is, in fact, the merriest kind) which exists between people who have from the outset, taken each other seriously - no flippancy, no superiority, no presumption, and our charity must be a real and costly love, with deep feeling for the sins in spite of which we love the sinner - no mere tolerance, or indulgence which parodies love as flippancy parodies merriment. Next to the Blessed Sacrament itself, your neighbor is the holiest object presented to your senses."

"Women of God can never be like women of the world. The world has enough women who are tough; we need women who are tender. There are enough women who are course; we need women who are kind. There are enough women who are rude; we need women who are refined. We have enough women of fame and fotune; we need more women of faith. We have enough greed; we need more goodness. We have enough vanity; we need more virtue. We have enough popularity; we need more purity." Margaret D. Naduald

" Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine as children do. It's not just in some of us; it is in everyone. And as we let our own lights shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others. -Nelson Mandela-

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Thursday, September 30, 2010

Khronicles of Kate

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