Emma's prayer

Okay, this has to be quick because I'm tired and sick as a dog. But I didn't want to forget what Emma prayed about tonight. I haven't laughed so hard in so long!

I went up to her room for the FOURTH time to tuck her in, and she asked if we could pray. Well, of course! I mean, yes, it was a stall tactic (man, she's good), but how could I turn down such a request? So we sat on the edge of her bed, and she said she wanted to take turns.

She started...

"Dear Mommy..."

"Um, no Emma, it's dear God."

"Oh yeah. Dear GOD! ..."

We prayed for me to get better, we prayed for Addie to not cry so much, we prayed for Papa Bob, we prayed for Emma to stay healthy, we prayed for her nose (because she had an owie on it about 2 weeks ago, you know), we prayed for all that we have. I started to pray for Daddy to do well in school when she interrupted me because SHE wanted to pray for Daddy in school...

"Please let Daddy do good in school. Please let Daddy listen to his teacher. Please let Daddy go potty at school and wipe and flush and wash his hands..."

I cannot even remember what came next, because I was laughing so hard, trying with all my might to keep it silent even though it made my headache 5,000 times worse. I quickly wrapped it up, kissed her goodnight and went downstairs to laugh some more. Gary got a good laugh when he got home too.

So I guess all of those threats during the potty training days really did sink in. We kept telling her that if she wants to go to school like a big girl, she had to go potty. Well, good thing Daddy is potty trained!

I have some more Emma-isms to blog about, so when I'm back up to par, I'll do it. :)

Flibberti... what?!

It shocks me when people ask me why my blog is titled, "Flibbertigibberish." Is it so hard to understand? I'm kidding. It's weird, I know. Well, maybe this will give you some insight:

flib·ber·ti·gib·bet: a chattering or flighty, light-headed person; A silly, scatterbrained, or garrulous person.

gib·ber·ish: meaningless or unintelligible talk or writing; talk or writing containing many obscure, pretentious, or technical words.

(definitions compliments of dictionary.com)

So when you combine the two, you have the perfect marriage of silly chatter. My blog isn't the place to come if you want deep inspiration all the time, or goofy stories about my kids all the time, or senseless ramblings about what goes on in my head. If you're looking for one of those things, you're out of luck because you're going to get it all. The longer I blog (it's a verb too, you know), I find that I can be serious one day and ridiculously pointless the next. I'm okay with that, so I hope you are too. Enjoy your stay and PLEASE leave a comment. They make me feel loved!