Memory Verse

The children's program at our church just started putting out a monthly newsletter. It has quotes from the kids along with other information. Natasha was asked what were three things for which she was thankful. She answered (unprompted), "Jesus, songs and my birthday."

We are working on the memory verse for this month (say it and you get a prize!). It is Philippians 4:19, "And my God will meet all your needs according to His glorious riches in Christ Jesus." We put it to music and she kind of sings along with me. But the funny thing is now when she counts, she says, "4, 19, 4, 19." (And I think that's the hardest part!)

Mommy? Mommy, Mommy, Mommy, MOMMY!!!

Well, I was at the end of my mental note the other day. I was soooooo tired of hearing my name, answering and not getting a response. I told Natasha, "Okay, enough! I'm not "Mommy" anymore. Call me something else."
She was quiet for a few moments before half-whispering, "Hannah?"
So, now when I'm starting to lose it, she starts to call me Hannah. It's a little better.

Bath time

Bath time is a huge hit at the Wehrley house. This picture is from Monday night. I wish I could do a video for you because these two were hilarious. I've never heard Elias laugh so hard (and that's saying something!). Natasha would get a mouthful of water and spit it at him--in his face--and he would just crack up...over and over and over.

Paper Dolls

Natasha and I had a little art/creative time together this morning. She was cutting paper with her special ladybug scissors. I was making snowflakes and paper dolls. I made the little girls holding hands at left. Natasha said it was a mommy and daddy. I said, "No, silly. It's two little girls. It's Natasha and Katie." Natasha continued to cut and look at the little girls. Then she picked up the girls and said to one of them, "STOP holding my hand!!!" She then proceeded to give one a bit of a hair/head cut.
Boy, those pesky dolls just aren't very cooperative, are they?

Kewpie doll or punk rocker?

Going to Oregon

Natasha is really excited to be going to visit our extended family in Oregon over Christmas. About every day she'll say something about it, like who we might see while we're there, "I'll see Baba and Erika?" but mostly she pretends to go there on an airplane. "Abby and me are going on an airplane to see Baba. A big airplane and a little one."
Molly: "Okay, honey. Who's picking you up when you get there?"
Natasha: "Baba is going to pick me up in a car."
Mollly: "Okay. Be good for Baba and don't eat any peanuts on the plane."
Natasha: "Okay, Mama. But I need a kiss and a hug."
*kiss* *hug*
This happens, seriously, everyday. Then the other day we were driving past the Bed and Breakfast that Baba stays at when she comes to visit. Natasha says very excitedly, "We're in Oregon! Mama! We're in OREGON!"
Um, no...remember you have to take an airplane to get to Oregon??
Oh, yeah.