..."God has brought me laughter, and everyone who hears about this will laugh with me."
2 Our mouths were filled with laughter, our tongues with songs of joy. Then it was said among the nations, "The LORD has done great things for them."
3 The LORD has done great things for us, and we are filled with joy.
Morgan and I did our usual a few minutes ago. I picked her up from Mothers Day Out and I told her what I do each Tuesday that we were going to go and get her chips and cheese dip. We stopped at Cozumel and she went in with her usual excitement. We made our "to go" order and she began to climb in and out of the booths as usual. She talked with one of the waiters and Mrs. Rosie who work there. They all love her. She hunted for candy in the machines and then heard a song she liked and decided that she was going to dance a little (in the middle of the restaurant). Then, I thought things were going well...no fits or anything about getting it "to go" (she likes to stay there to eat). Finally, we get to the car and she decides that she IS NOT getting in her seat. This was cute for a minute but if you have kept up with some of my previous posts when she starts getting out of hand I begin to laugh and it sucks the life out of me. Instead of me getting mad...I laugh. I know you are thinking: "Jenny, get a grip. She is two just take control she weighs 30 lbs and you weigh 118lbs who is the adult here? Put her in her seat, there is no way she could win." Well, then you have never had a two year old who has her mind made up. I am not kidding...she would arch her back, kick, and giggle. I would start laughing and try to make a serious face threatening to spank her if she didn't get in her seat. Then I would go to the back of the car and get her, she would in turn climb as fast as she could to the front and turn up Jennifer Knapp. She would start dancing and turn the wheel a little. I laughed so hard that my strength to fight her was depleted. People began to gather outside of the shopping center and watch the spectacle. I then called Rod and turned it on speaker phone and asked him to get on to her. He told her to get in her seat in his stern voice...to no avail. More people are coming out of the stores...they are watching the routine of me pulling her up, her kicking, arching the back and climbing to the front. I begin to break a sweat, yet I can't seem to stop laughing. Then, I cry out Lord please help me get her in her seat. The sweetest man who saw my struggle earlier came out of the store and asked me if I wanted him to help me get her in her seat. The Lord heard my cry!!! There are about 15 people outside on benches and etc staring at this point. What was I going to do haul off and beat my kid into submission during the comedy routine?!?!? The man goes and puts his work in his truck and Morgan heads to the front seat again. This time she turns the wipers on us (with the spray) and we laugh. The man begins to work with her to get her in her seat...he had a hard time to. After about five minutes of him trying she got in the seat. Then, there was no small downpour of rain...GRACE because the second he got her in it poured and I thanked that sweet Good Samaritan!
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Posted by jennyhope at 2:12 PM