Red, Not Blue

Well, this is a big weekend in basketball for the state of Kentucky. U of L Cardinals and the UK Wildcats in the final four.

Everything and everyone is buzzing - either in blue or in red.

We are new on the scene and actually didn't go to either school :) so last year, as we were settling into our new life we asked the kids who we should root for . In a simple answer Reece said, "well, we do live in Louisville now" and so Louisville it has become. That was enough logical reason for us and also that my husband, by nature, likes to go for the underdog - he is caring and sensitive that way.

The boys are into it. It has been fun to watch their interest in basketball grow over these past weeks. Helps too that we finally assembled the basketball goal that they received for...ummm... Christmas (whatever that the self assembly takes only 2 hours!) Anyway - they are loving it. Huds asks for his shoes the second he wakes up because he wants to "pay baketball". I think the height factor has made him one of the best dribblers in the family so far :)

The other night as I was tucking in the boys we were talking about prayer. I asked them if they talk to God throughout the day and what do they talk to Him about. Chase was quick to answer that he does. When I asked if he would like to share an example, this is what came out of his mouth:

"well, for example, the other day when the game was on...I went out to the swing and asked God to let Baylor beat UK" :)

I am pretty sure that tomorrow he, and many others, will be praying for the Cards!

God's Band-aid

From the earliest years of being a Mom I would comfort my little ones after a scrape on his knee or a scratch with the explanation that God would put a band-aid on it to help it heal and feel better. So they have grown up referring to scabs as God's band-aids.

Yesterday Chase took a dive on the street with his scooter, sliding with his chest and elbows (just minutes, of course, after I told him to be careful and he said he never ever falls). He was tough and didn't cry, however, he did cover his scrapes with neon bandages. These war wounds apparently initiated a discussion at school today between Chase and his good friend Christian.

Chase was telling me about it this afternoon and it made me smile.

Chase: Mom, explain to me what God's band-aid actually is. (as he is sticking more neon band-aids on his chest)

Me: well, it is a covering He places there to cover up the cut or scrape so it can heal from inside. It protects the opening. It is also called a scab.

Chase: well, Christian says its just skin growing over top of it and I told him it is God's band-aid.

Me: well, Christian is right and so are you.

Chase: ya. (pause). Christian is kind of right and I am totally right. (big smile and confident self assured nod)

HA!