In Our Part of the World

It's Saturday, it's raining, and it's glorious. We never complain about rain. We never pray for it not to rain . . . never. If you've ever suffered through a drought, especially if your family ranches or farms or even, has a front yard, you always appreciate the rain . . . always. So yeah, it's pretty darn wonderful.

We're one week and counting until Andrew turns five. We've had the following conversation about 20 times in the last few weeks. It always cracks me up.

Andrew: Is it almost my birthday party?
Me: It's getting closer. And you get a party, but you don't get to turn five okay?
Andrew: No Mom!!! I have to turn five. I'm a big boy.
Me: But I want you to stay four forever. You're getting too big.
Andrew: It's because of all the eating and sleeping. It makes me strong. It makes me grow.
Me: That's okay. I'll just ask God if you can stay four for one more year.
Andrew: No you cannot do that. God will not listen to that.He will not. I have to turn five.

And then we repeat it the next day. He gets very worked up. As if, I can someone stop him from growing up.

Speaking of things Andrew says, last night Andrew kept saying "fick" and "fin" instead of thick and thin. I should correct him, and I will . . . eventually. But for the moment he's still four, and I promise we'll fix it before he's 25. You know, I'm not the only parent that does this. I mean all parents let their kids say things wrong because they think it's cute . . . and so they can laugh at them. Right?

There's not much else going on in our part of the world. Just a nice, relaxing Saturday. Hope yours is great!