fix it

cody is 100% convinced that art can fix anything. here's a sampling of things i hear all day, every day:

"ask dada. do you have more sand, daddy?" (sand, chips, cereal, socks, whatever he needs)

"ask dada. can you fix this?" (the indentation in the carpet from claire's bumbo chair as well as other things that aren't actually broken)

"dada fix my thumb." (his nail turned purple and then fell off. art was nowhere near when the nail fell off, but still gets credit for fixing it)

"ask dada. dada fix purple hippo" (yes, art stayed up late into the night sewing the hole in purple hippo. i offered, but cody was adamant that dada fix it, not mama)

which has me thinking about our Father. maybe it is time that i have more faith in His ability to fix things. and also makes me think that some of the things i ask Him to fix, aren't broken at all.

the pictures are unrelated to my post. i just thought they were so cute. the first is claire and cousin cooper. the second is cody and cousin sarah outside at the new sand/water table. fun, fun times. :)

chick and chicken nuggets

one of cody's favorite foods is chicken nuggets. actually, it is one of the few things he'll eat. he's tried mcdonalds nuggets, wendys nuggets, and chick-fil-a nuggets. i think he's getting the hang of the drive through because the other day he walked up to the for sale sign in a neighbor's yard (the kind that has the "information, please take one" box), leaned forward, and proceeded to order: 10 piece chicken nuggets and chocolate milk.

claire doesn't yet have favorite foods, although she does like her pink bumbo chair, her blue stroller toy, her right thumb, her brother, her daddy, and of course her mama.