No Sleeping in Heaven

It had been a busy week....hence, the pause in my blog. As I am now recovering from the week, I have time to write about a special moment involving a consversation between me and my 3 year old daughter Sophia. First, let me give you a little background leading up to the "special moment".
Sophia has been asking questions about God, Heaven, Hell, the Devil, life after death, etc. for about the past couple of months---mainly since our neighbor's Grandma passed away in June. It is very special to share in these conversations with her as I love to tell her about life with Jesus. I love her eagerness to know more and more and more about God and Jesus. She loves to ask questions as any child her age loves to do. She dreams aloud what she thinks heaven might be like and so the fantasy begins. But, of course a 3 year old's mind is imaginative and has a hard time distinquishing between fantasy and reality....hmmm come to think of it so do many adults....including me. Ha!
After coming to realize that Heaven is such a wonderful place, she has decided that she is not going to sleep there. She does not like to sleep or go to bed. "Mommy, I don't like sleeping." is the usual statement everytime before bed. So, she made up in her mind that she won't have to sleep in heaven, because God wouldn't make her do things she doesn't like to do there. Heaven is a happy, joyous, peaceful place and Sophia is happy when she does not have to sleep.

Well, to make this long story longer....I am never one to keep things short, except for my 5'2" stature.
Sophia had witnessed a death firsthand. The death of a cute little blue beta fish. We had a fundraiser for her preschool and it turned out that there was too much water in the vase (there was a plant on top)....somehow, the fish didn't make it. These were centerpieces designed by my neighbor and I. They were to be sold for at least 20 dollars each. Thankfully, only 2 fishes went belly up and the rest of the vases sold.
Sophia wanted to know why he died, of which I explained. And, our conversation continued as follows:
Sophia: "Why are you taking him out of the vase?"
Me: "Because he died."
Sophia: "But, I want a fish"
Me: "We can buy another fish"
Sophia: "They're only 4 bucks, huh mama?" (She overheard me talking about it with another lady)
Me: "Yes, we can get another one someday"
Sophia: "Why are you flushing him down the toilet?"
Me: "Because he died, Bye bye fishy"
Sophia: (Still confused about the matter) "Bye bye fishy, Will he go to heaven?"
Me: "I assume so"
Sophia: "Well, at least he does not have to sleep there."

My Little Vaccuum

My little vaccuum helps me out a lot by cleaning my kitchen floors...she is no ordinary vaccuum cleaner....she is my youngest daughter, Lydia. I am not sure why the food on the floor is more appetizing than that which is on her highchair tray, since it is usually the same thing, however, she would rather just munch on the lunch at her feet. Now, she does pretty well sitting in her highchair, but her limit for sitting and eating is not long. She would rather get down and roam. There are important things to do---like climb on top of the bookshelves, pull out all the dishes out of the drawer, or eat off the floor....for she is the little vaccuum after all!
My clever husband thought out loud while watching the little vaccuum eating crumbs off the floor while I was cooking, "We should just let her eat of the floor during all meals....she eats much better there anyway." Knowing that he is not serious but rather sarcastic to the situation, I think to myself, hey not a bad idea Babe (my term of endearment for my hubby). We could just place a little pile on the floor by her chair and let her just enjoy. It would be kind of like a picnic. Picnics are fun. But, then I think a little more long term and imagine her in 20 years on a date (yes, we won't allow our girls to date until there 20, joking). There she is in a romantic setting, or subway, wherever...she could order her meal and then next thing you know, her date is raising his eyebrows in wonderment ---what is going on with this chic? Lydia takes her food to the floor instead of the dining table. Hmmmm....that just might not go too well.
So, I think I will continue to place my sweet, impatient, pea into her seat at the table....and begin the process of "manners" . And, hey, I still might let her eat the crumbs off the floor....I am teaching her how to have a clean house too, right? My little vaccuum cleaner sure does help me out with the cleaning. Sorry, you can't order another little vaccuum like her on-line. She is one-of-a-kind and priceless!

Here I go....here I go....here I go.....

Here I go.....here I go.....here I go.....
Yes, Can you believe I am here....clueless blogger me (newbie blogger) is here and I am slowly ( I mean slowly) trying to figure out the world of blogging. I really, truly have no clue what I am suppose to be doing, let alone write. Now, how silly is that? Is this normal? I am suppose to be a "blogger", I should have plenty of ramblings to post. Right? I guess nobody is perfect the first time. Okay, yes there are those of you out there that seem to get it all right the first time, but hey, I think with a little hard work and some time (which I really don't have...but, I am making! Lord willing) I will get this blog thing down. Hmmmm....

Well, I have read many great and inspiring blogs (some of them mommies like me, probably with more kids and better organization) and well they are doing it. I am inspired. I feel like the little blue engine "I think I can, I think I can, I think I can"....or Elliot from AI singing "Here I go...here I go....here I go"

Well......Here I go..........