Shmoo McGoo

Where does the time go?  Miss Shmoo-McGoo, formerly referred to "Muffin Top", is eleven months old already.  (sniffle sniffle) Didn't I just deliver her last week? It's so true that time goes by faster and faster with each passing year. I would also say that it goes by equally faster with each child. It's so hard to remember those day to day experiences from even a few years back. Hence, this blog...my attempt to preserve the little memories that I, myself, am forgetting as soon as they become a part of the past. I can't remember the sound of my own children's voices from earlier years. I can't even seem to remember what we did last week!

Take Shmoo-McGoo, for instance.  I took this picture of her in the tub just two months ago. This evening as I looked through my pictures, I thought, "Gee, what was that little bandage doing on her arm?"  How could I have forgotten so quickly?  I started to rack my brain, and that's when my "Dream Team" quickly stepped up to the plate. (The big girls remember EVERYTHING whether you want them to or not - especially when you don't want them to, I should say!) Let's just put it this way.  A. Did she bite herself? B. Did her sisters scratch her? C. Did she get her first bug bite? or D. Did her mother scald her milky skin with a hot cup of joe? (Answer:  D)

Should I be so flippant as to advertise my parental neglegence with a multiple choice quiz? Perhaps not, but the white bandage on that sweet little arm reminds me of how quickly the body heals but even more importantly, just how quickly a little child can bounce back from their daily trials, replacing their tears with big smiles in what seems like a few minutes. A lesson for us big, sophisticated folks. The most meaningful memory isn't about the bandage or the bathtub, but rather, that happy little heart that reminds me of God's purity and His everlasting joy.