lessons from a two year old.

Saturday morning was going to be a busy morning as I planned it out in my head friday night. I was taking the kids to my Aunt and Uncle's house via a route I'd never been before and then heading to a baby shower (which I was helping out with). After the baby shower I'd have to go back and get the kids and then take them back to our place for naps. Tyler was out of town and so I was trying to be responsible and well thought out in my plan of action. You can probably guess where this is going. We were doing pretty good Saturday morning and we were out the door all before 9am, dressed, fed and packed for a day of fun with the Zaepfels. However, after about a forty five minute trip and a sign that read "Welcome to Cornelius" I knew something wasn't right. I was lost and getting later by the minute. I didn't think I was voicing my frustration to my two year old and seven month old in the back seat, but I know they picked up on my anxiety. Maggie was mumbling something in the back seat and I was ignoring it while I called for directions and got turned around and going the actual way. When I finally felt like we were back on track and headed in the right direction I listened to what my daughter had been "mumbling." I looked in my rear view mirror and Maggie had her eyes tightly squeezed shut and was repeating "Dear Pah-doh Hep Mommy." It actually took me a second to realize that my sweet little girl was praying for me in my anxious state saying "Dear Father Help Mommy." My heart was pretty convicted at that point that in my own frustration I didn't even think to cry out to my Father for help, but my two year old had my back and was fervently praying for us to find our way without even being prodded. I don't really know how much Maggie actually understood of what she was doing, but the fact that she knew that we pray in times of need is pretty astounding to me. I don't think I even get that lesson at 28 sometimes.

"Out of the mouth of babes and nursing infants You have ordained strength..." -Psalm 8:2

The Lord uses the weak to silence the strong or those of us who think we are strong and can do it all by ourselves. I thought I could handle my busy Saturday without the help of my Father, but the Lord used my little one to show me that He is Jehovah Jireh and He provides a way for me not anything I do in my own strength.

Prepare to meet your Baker

On Saturday morning our family ran the Great Harvest Bread Co. 5k. It was a lot of fun running a race as a family. Maggie and Henry especially enjoyed the chick fil et cow that greeted us when we arrived. Maggie kept asking for him during the run and we told her that she would get to see him again when we got to the finish line. However, when we got back he had left...lesson learned...don't promise things to your children that you can't deliver. She wasn't too upset though because there were lots of other distractions like puppies (the race was benefiting the humane society) chocolate covered strawberries (and other yummy treats that no one feels like eating after running) and lots of people to watch. It was a great way to spend our Saturday morning.

We started and ended completely average. We were exactly 199 and 200 in a group of around 400..ha. Although in Tyler's defense he was pushing quite a heavy load.
This picture has nothing to do with our race, but it is fun.

A million Posts comin' at ya

So I have just done some major blogging to make up for some slackage on my part. Although the slacking mostly comes from packing and moving. However I know there are some grandparents out there dying to see some pics and videos of our little ones. So, I included three videos of Maggie and Henry for your enjoyment. No one can make Henry laugh like Maggie can. She is his favorite comedian hands down as you will see. Please excuse the messiness captured in the videos, but do enjoy the amazing cuteness that is Maggie and Henry.

Buddies Part III

Buddies Part II

Buddies

Quail Hollows

In between packing and moving we decided to take a little break and head over to the Quail Hollows golf course for the Wachovia tournament. We joined our pals the Dyers and took our cars to South End and then loaded the light rail which took us to a bus which dropped us off at the tournament. We did all this with three kids, four adults, one on the way, two strollers, one snugli and plenty of snacks. It was quite an adventure. The weather was beautiful and the children were so well behaved.
Maggie enjoying some back scratching/rubbing in between golfers.
Tiger and Peyton Manning strolled on by near the end of our time at the course. Tiger refused to sign Henry's forehead...only kidding.
Maggie and Caleigh heard Tiger ask for a "wood" so they took off for the trees. What silly little girls they take things so literal.
Maggie practicing her skills in hopes that her Poppa will take her golfing someday.