God's voice in a 2 year old body

So Jovey continues to perfect this talking. . . communicating. . . ummm. . . endless chattering that fills our house with so much fun and new things for my husband to lay in bed at night and laugh about! Today, as is our custom right now, Jovey got up and came to bed with us to snuggle right before Joshua got up to get ready to go over to the church office for the morning. She always gets under the covers and watches the PBS line-up, as we get like a total of 28 channels, and is very content to lay and rest a bit more in the darkness of the early morning and before breakfast and playtime.

This morning, as Joshua got up to move her over to his side and tuck her in again, she rolled over and looked at me and said the sweetest little phrase ever!

"Mommy, come here! You are the best mommy in the whole wide world! I lub you!" She gave me a huge hug and planted a big wet kiss on my mouth immediately after this proclamation, smiling all the while.

It made my heart melt, especially after a rough night of trying to become acquainted with some much needed sleep and feeling less than "the best" many moments. It continues to amaze me just how life just makes more sense when you hear God's voice pushing you forward in everything, especially through the pure and innocent sentiment of your beautiful 2 year old child!

Excuses, Excuses!

"I will play that later, mommy. I have to go do my homework!"

Can you tell we have a full time student in the house? :-) Thanx for the homework excuse, daddy! :-)

Where is Wing Man?

Jovey and I have been singing a lot more lately, as she has a great memory and actually, wonderful pitch matching skills for a 2 year old (OK, of course our kids are always good at everything they do, and especially, with me as a music teacher by trade, she's a prodigy if anyone asks!) :-)

Anyway, one of her favorite songs lately is the finger play song, "Where is Thumbkin?" She is so super cute as she gets her hands out bouncing in front of her, but she tends to sing the song in her own, special, Jovey way. I'll spare you the repeated parts, but the jest of each name of the fingers are below:

Where is Punkin? Where is punkin, Here I am!. . .
Where is Pointin? Where is Pointin, Here I am!. . .
Where is Thomas (instead of Tall man). . .
Where is (and this is my husband's all time fav) Wing man? . . .
Where is Pinky?. . .

She keeps us in stitches constantly and as she sings what she understands to be the words so proudly and loudly, we just smile, let her go and enjoy these days, since she'll be trying to correct our every word or phrase soon enough!