It's not a Beautiful Day

We made a quick trip to Denver this last weekend to see the kids, grand kids and the wonderful new house with all the boxes. No...we did not have to sleep on boxes at the Cranes bed and breakfast. We did get some quality visit time in and having Sherry and Dave stop by Saturday was a treat. I was woefully lacking in picture taking (of the house and Ash and Alex...not the boys) but Cindy did get Sherry and Michael then Dave and both boys on the I-pad.

Liam is getting bigger by the day...I guess he's suppose to.

Michael and Thomas hat.

Saturday morning on the way to the kitchen for breakfast Michael turned to me and said "it's not a beautiful day"...trying to suppress my laughter I asked him why? No answer. Then later we were on the front porch playing and out of the blue Michael says again "it's not a beautiful day...it's a beauty."

So the explanation I finally got from Ashley was this...it came about from watching a Veggie Tales show talking about things we might not consider beautiful but they still have beauty because God made them. Great message...just a little strange interruption from a 2 1/2 year old. So Michael has been going around saying "it's not a beautiful day...it's beauty".

We may be able to act like a 2 year old sometimes but thinking like one is a little tougher.

Story time.

Double story time.

Sunday Michael definitely got up on the wrong side of the bed. He came down stairs grumbling and whining about something. So I read him a story before breakfast. Then in my great wisdom I said  "let's go to the dinning room in slow motion" and off I went with my best impression of a turtle. Michael lost it and crumpled to the floor in sobs. I thought I had stepped on his toe or something. I love the way Ashley and Alex handle these situations by asking Michael to "use your words." Michael said through his sobs that he didn't want to go slow. At breakfast I traded some Cheerios for a piece of Michael's banana to give Liam (complicated I know)...again Michael broke into sobs. I resisted the comment "it's not a beautiful day, is it Michael?"

We survived the morning by going to Mass and seeing "Jesus, Mary and Joseph" (Michaels account")

 

Liam can pull himself up to a standing position...so can Michael.

 

It's not a beautiful day.



It is a beautiful day.

 

             Don't let Michael know you are going to have a beautiful day...it's a beauty.