Talking to Jesus

Last Saturday we attended a Baptism and Katie was excited to see the picture of Christ being baptized by John the Baptist on the program. After the Baptismal Ordinance was finished and they closed and locked the doors in front of the font, Katie kept trying to open the doors saying "Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ." I think she thought Shianne's dad was Jesus and was performing the baptism, as when he exited the bathroom she also started saying "Jesus Christ."

Later that day Katie got a hold of my brother Devin's cell phone. On it he has a picture he took of a chalk drawing someone drew of Christ. Katie opened the cell phone up, saw the picture and immediately said "Jesus Christ," in recognition of the drawing. Then, she took the phone, held it up to her ear, and said, "HELLO JESUS CHRIST." After laughing for awhile, we asked Katie if we could get in on the conversation as well. I mean, who would pass up the opportunity if He was actually on the phone?! It was hilarious.

Awakenings

About once a week I go sleep on the floor or couch in Katie's room because I love the reactions she has when she wakes up and sees her daddy laying there. She is always such a happy, boisterous little girl that gets so excited to see me there. I'll often be too tired to want to get up, but Katie doesn't mind and will take GloWorm, Cozy Cookie, Turtle Pillow, and Keroppi Frog off her bed and come lay down by me. She'll tuck in her toys, get under the covers with me, and start talking...probably about her fun dreams, but I still don't understand what she is saying...until I get up or talk back with her.
The other morning was particularly funny and it's one that you'd have to have been there for. As I was laying on the couch, half-awake, I heard her rustling around and finally sat up and saw that I was there. I keep my eyes partially open so that I can watch what she does, usually, but this time I was still pretty tired and must have fallen back asleep within seconds. The next thing I know, Katie is sitting on the couch next to me and I feel a finger poking me all over my face. As Katie points to each thing I hear, "dada's nose," "dada's eyes," "dada's mouth," and so forth as she identifies everything on my head. See, it's the funny things like that that I wake up to that make it so fun to wake up in the morning to such a silly little girl.