An Object Lesson

Coming back from our Thanksgiving break we hit the ground running (what else is new, right?), so besides the truckload of pictures I uploaded on to my Facebook, I´m lagging behind because I want to write my baby´s first birthday commemorative post (This sounds like an advertisement for a greeting card!).  But as life would have it, we´ve had "one of those days" pretty much every day since we got back and here I am, full of boring stories and blocked from any intelligent writing, so bear with me.

Of all the "one of those days", today has really, really been "one of those days".  Probably my children were acting up due to the fact that we haven´t really had a "normal" day at home (and we won´t until about a week from Friday!) but having been out last night accompanying daddy to his preaching engagement probably had a lot to do with today:

::  Adriana didn´t make it to the toilet in time in the morning, to the bathroom, yes... not to the commode, if you may

::  She had a little bit of a hard time paying attention at gymnastics

::  Benny boy cried the whole way in his car seat

::  Ben (the daddy) was feeling sick

::  I was feeling shacky (hunger does that to me)

::  Elena broke her snowglobe in the car, it was a tiny one, but she cried... a lot

::  Upon arriving home, Adriana had an encore of the morning show

::  Adriana also happened to knock my new scentsy warmer off the table (early Christmas gift), broke the top (the part that holds the melted wax) and I spent the next 20 minutes scraping wax off the wall, the heater and the floor

oh, yeah, but this was about an object lesson...  not the diatribe of my crazy day.  So, we had been dealing with little girls who didn´t want to stay buckled in the car and who also Know how to un-buckle.  Running out of patience and ways to explain how important it is for them to stay buckled (especially because we understand their misery... I mean, who wants to spend hours on end tightly strapped to a seat without much wiggle room), I prayed for some divine creativity.

Cue in our friends the "egg-girls", "Sara" and "Eva" (named by the girls).

As Ben prepared the technical part of the experiment (make up was my department), I told the story of how the "egg-daddy" and "egg-mommy" kept telling them to stay buckled; how nice they were to keep stopping to give them chances to stretch their little (imaginary) egg-girl legs; and how little Sara decided to disobey...  Daddy (the real one, not the egg one) took on the story telling here.  He went on to tell how she ...took.her.seat.belt.off... at this point, the lesson becomes a demonstration.  Daddy went on to implicate another vehicle and suddenly, the little egg-family car hit the wall.  Literally.

Expectant little eyes awaited as we told how the egg-people fire department came to rescue the little egg family.  We opened the box and, as planned, little "Eva" still had her makeshift seat belt on (though her seat did fly off its position...

but she was unharmed) while little "Sara" was just a gooey mess and shell pieces all over the box.

We quickly moved on to explain how difficult it would be to try to put "Sara" back together and how difficult it would be to do the same to a little girl´s head...  You may think us harsh, even cruel, but we really needed (really, you can't even imagine how badly!)  to drive this point home and feel confident we have... I´ll tell you after the next long ride, though.

P. S.  Thank you all who made comments on my last post, about my Grandmother in Guatemala.  As she is healthy, please continue to lift us in prayer for the remainder of her life to be peaceful for her little heart and restful for her little body.  Pray also for continued strength and patience, especially for my Godmother who carries the heaviest load of her care.  Thanks again.