dave & janet horsman ::: keepin’ it real since 1998

Choosy little boys choose to eat peanut butter by the spoonful right out of the jar.

“Me want ye(ll)ow paper.  Me rea(ll)y love ye(ll)ow.  That make me rea(ll)y happy, Mummy.”

Noah has just discovered our CD of Robert Munsch stories, another CD (by a wonderful Canadian author!) that I think every family needs.  I’m sure he’s heard it before, but just lately he’s taken a huge leap forward in cognitive developement, (I think kids must have mental growth spurts as well as physical ones, don’t you?) and it’s fun to watch him really listen to it.  During one story, I saw his eyes light up with an idea…

The Scene:  Mom is sitting cross-legged in the middle of the floor watching Dad paint.  (Pink!  Miss Phoebe finally gets to move out of Mom and Dad’s room.  I cleaned out the storage room for her…got rid of a lot of stuff.  I know, “storage room” sounds like we’re sticking her in a little closet, but it’s actually a really big room.)  A little boy, almost three (!) enters, and walks over to Mom.

Little boy:  Me sit in your lap, Mummy.

Mom: Okay.

A few seconds pass.  Little boy lets out a huge sigh, turns slightly, looks up at Mom, touches her cheek, and says,

Me rea(ll)-y happy, Mummy.

Mom’s heart melts.

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P.S.  About 20 minutes after I posted this, our sweet and lovable (and might I add, very adept with a computer mouse), almost-three-year-old somehow purchased $50 worth of Family Guy episodes off of iTunes.  Oh dear…

(This is the very last picture taken by our camera…reading Winnie the Pooh’s ABCs while eating a PB and J sandwich.  Couldn’t get any better than that.)

Noah’s fever broke!  All on it’s own…no visit to the doctor, and no antibiotics.  Sweet victory.   Late Wednesday afternoon, Noah fell asleep in the middle of our playroom floor.  We were all just sitting around…I was folding laundry, while silently praying that God would heal Noah, and Elijah and Zeke were both working on some homework.  For some reason, I really felt like I should involve Elijah and Zeke in my prayer, so I said, “You guys, could you please lay hands on Noah, and ask God to heal him?”  They did as I asked, although very sheepishly at first. 

They prayed, and I quote, “God, please heal Noah, and kick the infections butt!”  Amen!

Well, Noah had a terrific sleep on Wednesday night, and woke up cool as a cucumber on Thursday morning.  Hooray!  Was he getting better anyway, before Elijah and Zeke prayed for him?  Maybe…I don’t know though.  I do know that it was a huge faith-builder for Elijah and Zeke…and me.

P.S.  I get to go out tonight …with “the gals!”  A very much needed break…it’s been a looong week. 

Patient I:  Phoebe

Symptoms:  Runny nose.

Current condition:  Very good.  Runny nose only lasted about a day.   

Notes:  The flu shot that the patient recieved in late December seems to have protected her from the illness that has afflicted the rest of her family.  Make sure everyone gets the flu shot next fall! 

Patient II:  Noah

Symptoms:  Runny nose, fever, cough, lethargy.

Current condition:  Poor.  We’re on to day three of the fever. 

Diagnosis:  Ear infection is suspected, since colds have a history of settling in the patient’s ears. 

Notes:  Dr. Mom is ready to admit defeat and make a visit to a real Dr., who will probaly perscribe antibiotis.  :(  Dr. Mom wants to give the patients body the chance to fight off the ear infection on it’s own, but doesn’t want to subject him to undue discomfort.  Sigh  Maybe I should give it one more day?

I wish I lived in a house with a disproportionately huge sofa and cushions that I could take flying leaps off of, and land on with a soft thud!  Doesn’t this look fun? 

Phoebe thought her flying brother was quite entertaining…