Angels Underwear

Since Brad is gone to Alabama, I'm a little nervous at night without
him there. Especially since we were told that there have been break
ins on our street. I pay extra attention to noises and check all the
rooms if I've been gone. I'm not too exceptionally worried, just aware
and prayerful. Ok, maybe a little paranoid. :)

Our sleep is all messed up with Brad gone too. The babies are
definitely aware that something is amiss because Daddy isn't home for
bedtime.

A couple nights ago, we went to sleep after 10 but Sara woke up again
around 12:30 or so. I put a movie in for her and we laid in bed
watching it. Sara was laying where she could see into the living room.
I've been leaving the kitchen light on so it's not light enough in the
bedroom to hinder sleep, but light enough to see in there and deter
criminals, hopefully.

So there we are, watching our movie, and suddenly Sara sits straight
up and stares into the living room. "Who's dat?" she says. Her gaze
never left the living room. She hopped down and ran into the living
room, faced the kitchen (not the front door, like she would be if she
heard something and thought Brad was home), and said "Hi!" I got out
of bed and ran in there beside her, and she was intently looking at
something, but there was nothing there!

Now, I am NOT the kind of person that sees ghosts in the closet and
leprechauns in my cereal box. I do however believe in angels as
described in the Bible.

So standing there with my daughter, my first thought was, "It's an
angel, and I'm in my underwear (and t-shirt, but I wasn't worried
about that part!)!!!"

It was a very cool, weird, kinda creepy, awesome experience. But I've
been a bit more modest around the house lately. :)

Dumb Movie

A few years ago, I bought a cheap DVD at Old Time Pottery. It's a double feature, and I got it for Shirley Temple's The Little Princess. I could never get it to work on the computer so I forgot about it.

Sara found it day before yesterday and asked to watch the "house" movie. Well the other half of the double feature is The New Adventures of Heidi, with Burl Ives as Grandfather. I love him but this is the DUMBEST movie!!! It is chock full of dumb long drawn out introspective songs. At least a dozen!!!! It's terrible!!! And of COURSE, Sara just loves it!

So Sara is watching it and Heidi and her friend are crying, and Sara comes to me walking all slow with a pitiful look on her face and her head down. I asked her what was the matter, and she said, "Mama, I'm sad!" I said, "Aww, you wanna come cuddle Mama?" "No mama, I wanna KIE (cry) on you!"

It was so cute, it's the first time she's shown empathy with a movie. I can tell that there's gonna be lots of chick flicks in our future, and Mama and daughter can eat ice cream and kie on each other. But can we please pick something besides The New Adventures of Heidi????