Chicken Pox

Selah trotted in to the kitchen and tapped me on the shoulder.

"Look Mom," she said, "I have chicken pox!"

"Oh, no!" I answered. "Let me take a picture so I can send it to the doctor. He'll be able to tell us what to do!"

She posed patiently, then piped, "Ah, Mom. I did this with marker. They are not really chicken pox!"

"Really?" I said. "Wow, they look so real! I wonder if they'll come off if you wash your face."

She walked down the hall. In a few minutes I heard her say to herself in the bathroom mirror, "Oh, no. I wish I'd never done this!"

Really Good

Grandma, Uncle Seth and Mommy were going to share a meal while Selah and Judah ate and played with Daddy at Chuck E. Cheese.

"What are you going to eat?" Selah asked.

"I don't know," Uncle Seth replied. "Something really good!"

"Oh," she said dreamily. "It must be Chick-Fil-A."

Young Eyes

It's fascinating and funny the things that young eyes see. Here's a little exchange Selah had with Papaw:

Pap lay reading.  Uh-oh.  Not paying attention to Selah.  

She sidled up next to him, head tilted, looking intently at the folds of loose flesh on Pap's old neck.  

Slowly and gently, between thumb and forefinger, she rubbed a fleshy fold.  "Pap," she said softly, "you got unstable skin."

Pretty

Selah admired her new haircut in the rearview mirror of the van. She added a flowered headband and smiled.

"How does this look, Mom?" she asked. "Do I look pretty?"

"Yes, you do," I answered. "Oh, so pretty."

"Yes, and who do I get that pretty from?" she asked coyly.

I smiled. Wow! She thinks I'm pretty! She sees a resemblance.

"You know," she continued, cocking her pretty little head. "Daddy!"

Squares, Not Circles! Didn't You Know?

We drove around searching for a parking spot for the kiddie hair salon. The plaza was packed and it didn't look good.

"I've seen this before," Selah chirped. "Hey, we are going in squares, Mom!"

Missing

Selah sat at her Little Tykes activity center cutting strips of fuchsia paper and gluing them onto a bright blue sheet. I was busy with dishes and preparing dinner.


My Father's World performed by Jadon Lavik streamed through the house. We'd been listening to praise and worship music for awhile and it seemed to have improved the atmosphere of our home drastically!

Selah stopped cutting, put down the scissors and said, "I'm tired of that song!"

She put her head down on the table.

"It makes me miss Jesus," she sighed.

Expensive

Bath time can go one of two ways in our home. It's chaos, arguing and whining. Or it's a time of lovely chatter and reconnecting.

This bath time was blessed and full of laughter and kisses.

Selah leaned her head back, swinging her soaked curls against her back. I massaged shampoo into her locks and rubbed her tender ears.

"Oh, be so careful with my hair, Mom," she said. "It's very expensive to me."

I chuckled and rinsed it gently.

"Okay, sister," I said. "Now stand up so we can wash your butt-butt."

"Okay, sister," she replied. "But be so careful with my butt-butt. It's expensive to me, too!"