The Puddles

Poor Ainsley was home again today after she still continued to cough so hard that she threw up.  My hope is that she gets to go to school tomorrow.  I fell asleep with her in her bed last night when she threw up again around 3:30am (and I had yet to go to bed at this point because of chores and tummy aches and nightmares from the other two).  She woke me up this morning by throwing up on me.   Chris at least took the other two to school so that Ainsley and I could get some more sleep.  But besides this morning she has been good.  So off to school she goes.

For whatever reason she had it in her head that she was going to Grandma G.’s house today.  I don’t know why she thought that.  But alas, she had it stuck in her head.  “If I have to stay home from school, I can’t go to Grandma’s either??”  “Who said you were going to Grandma’s?” “I need her. We live close now so we can go all the time, Mom.  She has ducks and toys and guns (Ben calls my parents house, the house with the guns because my dad is a hunter.  It has now carried over to the younger child as well).  You know?  I can’t go when I’m sick . . . ” If the last few days have taught me anything, I apparently do not have enough love and attention to give to Ainsley and she is seeking this from others who love her dearly.  So I guess we need to schedule some time with the Grandma with the ducks (see I am trying to change it, so they are not “Papa with the guns” all the time. That just doesn’t sound good.)

So . . . (you can tell I’m tired because I am rambling) Ainsley was saying her prayers tonight and with her sweet words she recited her nightly prayer, the Lord’s Prayer, and the Apostle’s Creed.  (We are trying to indoctrinate that Lutheran stuff early.) So according to Ainsley she prayed that “he leads us all to temptation”, “we all should descend into hell”, and “the power and the glory for never and never.”   Sweet baby.  When she says it with a group, it will sound just right.  By herself . . . not so good.  At least we are still are working on it.  The good news is that God doesn’t care.  He knows that she is pure of heart!