This evening after dinner I was sitting at the table browsing the internet on my phone. I discovered what turned out to be a fairly uneventful home video of some people opening a package in their living room. Of course, as soon as the video began my girls came running to see what exciting things I was watching. Lydia crawled up on my lap and watched for about a minute, before she turned to look up at me. I looked back down at her and she smiled, a wide smile that showed off all of her bright evenly spaced teeth. “Is this fun?” I asked her. “No.” she said, still smiling broadly. “I hate this video.” Then she climbed down and wandered off. I…
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On the way home from church this afternoon the girls announced that they didn’t want to go home yet. So, I decided to drive right past our driveway so we could circle the neighborhood before going home. Well, one thing lead to another and before we knew what was happening we were eating ice cream at the Dimond mall an hour drive south of home. It was a much needed vacation for all of us. And by the time we got back to our driveway six hours later the girls still didn’t want to go home, but for different reasons this time.
Lydia heard the song “Rich Girl” by Hall and Oates yesterday and instantly got very excited. “We sing this song in Bible class!” She announced. I have some questions I am going to have to ask a few people later on this weekend.
We have discovered that Lydia has a split personality. Somewhere deep in her subconscious mind live two separate people. Much like Dr.Jekyll and Mr.Hyde. She is two that are one, yet working against each other. By day she is a typical 2 year old. She enjoys tearing open boxes of markers, drawing on inappropriate things with markers and leaving markers scattered all over the floor. Her favorite game is to secretly go to her bookshelf and one by one throw every book she finds into a different corner of various rooms in the house. By evening, even with constant vigilance, the house is a disaster. But the other day something magical happened that has had her mother and I scratching our heads for days.…
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