Someone Has A Birfday Today & Funnies

After weeks of enduring the daily barrage of questions, "Is it my birfday today?", "When is it my birfday?" "Is tomowwow my birfday?"...it has finally arrived.

Our baby turns 4 today.





























**sniff, sniff** (I'm not crying...I just have something in my eye...)

SOOOooo hard to believe how time has flown!

One day I was holding him in the hospital when he was born, and practically the next day I was holding him in the hospital after he swallowed 'da money'.

Then there was the time he headed up the effort in which three tots splashed toilet water all over the newly painted walls and floors of our house.

And all the countless other incidents involving cologne, desitin, mommy's makeup, and stickers on grandmas bathroom door.

Yes, at first I was waxing nostalgic, feeling all sentimental that time was going by so fast.

But come to think of it...how in the world did he do ALL THAT (and sooo much more) in such a short time?

Even more, how in the world have I survived this long with lots of only extra gray hairs, a few years shaved off my life and the occasional heart palpitations and loss of sleep?

With his 'stunts' gradually increasing in their severity, it sends a little zing up my spine thinking that he will probably be the type of young man jumping out of helicopters on his snowboard or maybe doing covert ops in the Military.
Lord have mercy.

I know there must be a reason this boy has been equipped with this precocious streak and seemingly inborn fearlessness...some plan the Lord must have for him on down the road.

I have to trust that there is something behind it, because let me tell you, at times it's been a trial on this mama being the mother of such a rough-and-tumble, rambunctious boy. It's stretched and grown me, that's for sure.

And yet, I wouldn't trade Judah or any of his zany behavior for anything.

It's who he is. Who he was created to be. I sure do love that kid!

Happy Birthday, bubba...Judah-Man!

Love, Mom

I'd better cut this short because he needs me to help him 'transform' a helicopter to some sort of robot. See the stretching I'm talking about? I was so sure that I'd spend my motherhood years combing out tangled Barbie doll hair...and here I am, thinking in boy.

Wait until you see the shin-dig we have planned for his birthday!

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Funnies

Judah came home from a soccer game on Saturday (which we couldn't attend with him due to local Bible Bee activities, so a friend took him for us), and tells me, "Dere was dis girl dere wif beautifo hai-ow." He acted all shy about telling me. "She was reawwy pwetty."

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Judah started Bible Study Fellowship with his Grandma and me on Wednesday mornings. He comes home acting all appalled, "Dere were deez girows dere dat kep' showin' da boys dey're panties."

Turns out he was in the wrong class and it was little toddlers that were just idly pulling their little dresses up over their heads during the story time, lol.

Next week he'll be in the big kids class there.

The only problem is that class was where he saw "da beautifo gir-ow wif da hot pink shiwt on."

The one I found out about right after he asked if it was okay "if he got marroweed someday?"

Should I be worried, lol?