On the way home from gymnastics we have the greatest conversations...
Levi is a story teller like his Daddy. He loves to embellish his stories. So, routinely I will listen to a story and then ask "Levi, if I were to ask someone that was there with you, would the story still be the same?" Ultimately he will come clean.
And that was how it started on the way home...
"mom, I saw 8 rabbits at the park today!"
"really, wow! Would Daddy tell me the same number if I asked him about the rabbits?"
"well, I saw ONE, but it was really cute!!"
"nice!"
then, contemplatively quiet from Vivian..."there's only some times that it is okay to lie"
Really? When viv?
well, like if your friend is missing and you know something you can lie and say you don't... (isn't that backwards?)
Levi pipes in - You mean if your friend gets kidnapped and you see it happen and the bad guy says "don't tell anyone!" you can say you won't and then get away and tell a grown up so they can find your friend.
I like your idea better, Levi... AND I love that you and your sister can work together to finish each others' thoughts and navigate this world!!
Erika
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2.05.2010
New church... good move.
The kids and I started attending a new church recently. Vivian is so flexible, she was happy with it from day one. Levi liked it at first, but he's more standoffish. I was looking for a church that was open and friendly.
we've gone for a few weeks, and this week I filled out the paperwork to have the kids enrolled in the Sunday school. And half-way through church Levi even decided he wanted to be in class. (unusual, so that tells me he's opened up the the church also!) After the worship service was over, I went to pick up the kids; another mom commented about Vivian's cute little outfit and Levi's red hair, and me, being a multiple mom and understanding that most multiple moms would rather avoid all the intrusive questions about multiples, I don't usually ask about twins, triplets, etc., but since she opened up the conversation I asked her the age of her girls. (obviously multiples, as they were small enough that it was obvious, and they were dressed identical.) Her girls were about 20 months old; I told her that I had had such fun with mine at that age, and she asked if they were twins; I told her they were surviving triplets... It turns out hers were 27 weekers, and we talked for a few minutes. I left church with a good feeling.
It was a good day. The new church is friendly and welcoming. The sermons are upbeat, and the other people at the church are welcoming, not just the greeters, but all of them.
I don't really know where this post is going... I guess just to a good feeling that we may have found our church home? hmmm. it's been a long trip, i've looked for the right place, the one that felt right, and this seems to be that place.
we've gone for a few weeks, and this week I filled out the paperwork to have the kids enrolled in the Sunday school. And half-way through church Levi even decided he wanted to be in class. (unusual, so that tells me he's opened up the the church also!) After the worship service was over, I went to pick up the kids; another mom commented about Vivian's cute little outfit and Levi's red hair, and me, being a multiple mom and understanding that most multiple moms would rather avoid all the intrusive questions about multiples, I don't usually ask about twins, triplets, etc., but since she opened up the conversation I asked her the age of her girls. (obviously multiples, as they were small enough that it was obvious, and they were dressed identical.) Her girls were about 20 months old; I told her that I had had such fun with mine at that age, and she asked if they were twins; I told her they were surviving triplets... It turns out hers were 27 weekers, and we talked for a few minutes. I left church with a good feeling.
It was a good day. The new church is friendly and welcoming. The sermons are upbeat, and the other people at the church are welcoming, not just the greeters, but all of them.
I don't really know where this post is going... I guess just to a good feeling that we may have found our church home? hmmm. it's been a long trip, i've looked for the right place, the one that felt right, and this seems to be that place.
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