Young Warrior

We spent a nice evening at the home of some friends last night. The kids stayed awake into the morning with us as we watched the Times Square celebration. The two younger boys fell asleep on the way home but our big four year old managed to keep himself alert for the 45 minutes it took to get home. He did whine a lot once we got here but got himself into bed and fell asleep where sleep belongs. This morning Aron and Ivan both woke me up first but I didn't have to get out of bed for long with either one of them. I fed Aron and he went back to sleep at 5:30 and Ivan just came into our room, got a pat on the head and then fell asleep again on the floor beside our bed.

When Owen got up he wanted breakfast. I tried to think of what he could get for himself and remembered we have some YoBaby yogurt so I suggested he get himself some. He thought that was a great idea. I have allowed him to get it out by himself before, but not when I wasn't in the room so this was somewhat of a first. I could hear a lot of scuttling around as he got the yogurt out of the fridge, moved stuff off the table and found himself a spoon. I was about to drift back to sleep when I remembered a situation in the past of finding the fridge door wide open after he had been in the kitchen looking for something. So I called his name and he ran upstairs to find out what I wanted. I asked about the fridge and he said, "Oh, I forgot!" I'm glad I asked.

I heard a lot of running and until I got down here this morning I didn't know what was causing all the commotion. He had pulled out yogurt for Ivan too, set it in his place and pulled out a baby spoon for him to use. Ivan doesn't use baby spoons normally and hasn't for a while but for whatever reason, when Owen gets him a spoon he always pulls out a baby spoon. I think he made a trip to the drawer and the fridge for each individual thing that he placed on the table. Not to mention the need to run into the living room several times to place my purse and other items that I had left on the table when we came in early this morning.

As I lay in bed during all of this I was peacefully drifting toward sleep once again when things got very quiet downstairs and Kris and I heard Owen start to pray for his breakfast, "God, thanks for my yogurt, and thanks for Ivan's yogurt and for our blessings and thanks for keeping us safe and going to Josie's house and all that stuff, in Jesus name, Amen."

(Sigh) Hearing my son pray so sweetly is a good way to start the first day of 2008.