Toothbrushin' Time

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Tar Heel Family

What Does the Lobster Say?

My dad always used to do this with us. Haven't gotten him to do the fish face yet. You also get to hear Josiah's baby (aka grating) voice.

Carolina in My Mind

We took the boys to see the Tar Heels play Boston College in basketball yesterday.

Aspiring to greatness.
We also got to explain to Josiah that his existence depended on Daddy proposing to Mommy at that place.

I'm a Tar Heel born; I'm a Tar Heel bred...

Josiah Says

Josiah's had a couple of good ones lately:

To preface the story, we had just heard Dad Moseley tell a beautiful story as part of his sermon. He was talking about the promises of Christ in the Old Testament, and he told a story of a promise he made to Jonathan as a baby. He recounted how he'd been walking baby Jonathan in the middle of the night, and he began promising him that he'd always be there for him. It was so touching, and I cried through the whole thing.

I was getting Josiah out of the bathtub tonight, and we were having our normal towel snuggle. Josiah said, “Momma, I love it when you snuggle with me. It makes me feel all warm.” I said, “I love snuggling you too. I love being around you.”

Then I tried to channel Dad Moseley’s sermon and added, “And I will always be there for you, Josiah, I want you to know that even…”

Josiah interrupts me with a genuine laugh. “Oh Momma, don’t be silly, you’re not God!”

Wow. I can’t believe my 4-year-old understands the truth that God will be there for him when Momma or Daddy can’t. It was humbling. Of course, if he’d heard how precious the story in the sermon was, he might not have interrupted. One again, God uses the mouth of babes to teach me important truths.

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To preface this story, we've been listening to an awesome CD that Parker and Rachel gave us Slugs and Bugs: Under Where? And one of the songs is called, "God Makes Messy Things Beautiful." Earlier, Josiah had picked me some flowers, really just buds. Later at lunch, Josiah went through a whole story telling me how if he had a flower that was broken or dying, he would take the flower and go right up to Jesus and put it in his hands. Then he would take the flower back down here and give it to me.

He Shoots...He Scores!

They love their basketball hoop! Thanks Mimi and Granddaddy!