My kids, defined!

Bo·he·mi·an /boʊˈhimiən/ Pronunciation[boh-hee-mee-uhn]

1. a native or inhabitant of Bohemia.
2. (usually lowercase) a person, as an artist or writer, who lives and acts free of regard for conventional rules and practices.


Well, obviously my kids are not natives of Bohemia, but I am much encouraged by definition #2 - I think I have finally figured them out!

Seriously, several times a day I think, "I need to put this on my blog", really for my own recollection purposes, as I intend to print this blog out one day. But also because I know my mom and dad get a chuckle out of/feel sympathy for me for some of these things. But I rarely do it. Where does time go? Well, this week it has gone out into the yard with about 40 bags of leaves and 5 truckloads of crepe myrtle limbs.

But here are a few things I don't want to forget about my bohemians, this week!

...the way Micah runs everywhere, especially when he has no pants on and his short, chubby little legs have to move at hummingbird speed to get him moving as fast as he wants to go. It's especially funny (in a sad, tragic way) when he runs at this pace down the hall to his bedroom - he hasn't mastered the 'coming in for a landing' slow-down and has to bounce off of his door frame to make the turn. Is it any wonder he is constantly surprising us with new bruises?

...when Katie led an entire restaurant in prayer! This actually happened last fall, but I had forgotten about it until I was telling someone about it recently. Her Daisy girl scout troop was meeting at Moe's for chips and queso and the TV was on showing coverage of a fire in a warehouse somewhere. She saw it and hushed the group and told them "There is a fire on the TV and we need to pray for those people RIGHT NOW. Sarah, (her faithful sidekick) you pray." And so sweetly, 15 little 6 year old heads bow for Sarah to pray. The chuckle came directly after when Katie lifted her head up and said, "Ok girls - let's play cheers." and they commenced toasting themselves! So I learned 3 things about my child that day - she has a soft and sensitive heart for people hurting, she is a delegator and she needs to stay away from adult beverages!

...how Micah is genetically predisposed to be musical, as evidenced by the fact that he sings in his sleep! The other night, all was silent and well and I hear softly through the baby monitor "sad-hananooyah, sad-hananooooooyah, sad-hananooyah unto da lor." Locals know that this is Micah's new favorite praise song (having replaced "Your Name" as the one he hollers out in church (as if dad was taking requests). Translated, it is "Shout Hallelujah" but most of our friends now sing, "Shout Hananooyah"! Micah is so loved!

...the speed at which Micah's taste in music changes. His is currently all about Five for Fighting, which is great with me. The past months have been full of Billy Currington (there is something so endearing about a 2 year old singing "Thank God for good directions...and turnip greens."), Phillips, Craig and Dean, the Rippingtons and Zoe Girl. He is quite a diverse little man!

...how protective Katie is for her little brother, and most any littler person around her. She recently scolded one of her friends for swinging too high when Micah was around since he likes to walk right in front of swings. One night a while back, she was sad that some friends at school wouldn't play with her that day. But she said, "At least I'll always have Micah. He will always be my best friend." And that is probably what got me into my current pregnant state! They love each other! Today, anyway!

I guess I could go on and on. I'll save it for another day. I just pray I remember these little monkeys in all their silliness. I'm trying to treasure it all up in my heart.....