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Dance With Joy (lessons from my two-year-old #2)

You would have thought Lucy had won the lottery with the excitement she had while dancing and shaking with joy last night. After mentioning that we would be going to the play place with a friend in the morning she couldn’t handle the anticipation. We put her to bed at her usual 7:00 and she didn’t go to bed until 10:00. I remember that feeling as a kid. Too excited to sleep. Now a day , even if I am very excited, I am so exhausted, that I have no trouble sleeping.   Do you remember the last time you experienced that kind of joy or excitement?   I love watching Lucy’s pure joy! She holds nothing back; she has a full body reaction and doesn’t care what others are thinking about, she is just super excited. She even includes those around her. “ Momma! “Thank you” *jumps* “Love you” *Hug*…*Kiss* “Daddy too! Love you…miss you…come too…yay! “Baby Yuke”*squeezes his hand* “ so fun!” This reminded me of the time king David was dancing in 2 Samuel 6.        “   Weari

I'm Not Precious (lessons from my 2-year-old #1)

Grocery Shopping. It’s a must but it is also known as “Asking for toddler meltdowns”.   I am sure you are all too familiar with the scenario.   There I was already having had to take glass honey jars, packets of guacamole dip, and some odd looking meat from Lucy’s “helping” hands while trying to gather that weeks groceries. With my patience dwindling and Luke unfortunately waking up, we headed to check out. Cash registers are my worst nightmare. Its not the fact that they take my money, but the fact that they have candy, toys, gum and magazines with perfect looking people! Luke starts crying. Lucy wants everything on the shelf, and I just want to be home already. We made it through the checkout process, with the help of sticker from the cashier, just didn’t make it out of the store. As we were walking out an older gentleman kindly looked at Luke and said “Hi, precious.”.   Lucy being a little possessive of her baby brother, yells “NO! MY brother!” The kind man then bent down