This past Sunday was a special day for our family. It was the day that Nathan and I pledged in front of our church congregation to raise Brayden up in a Christian home, teaching him the word of God and demonstrating God's love for all of us here on Earth. Then our church family all stood and promised to pray for Brayden should the need arise, and to come along side him on his walk with the Lord, if and when they get the opportunity. It was a sweet moment as Pastor Jay prayed for our precious little boy to become a Godly man and for us as his parents to help get him there. Thankfully we are part of a wonderful church who promised to help us along the way. We are so inclredibly blessed.
Yes, you read correctly... dog poop. I've been waiting for it to happen, and today it finally did. Benjamin and I were exploring outside this morning (it finally stopped raining so we could do that again!) and I turned my back for a minute to throw a stick for Sadie. When I turned back around, I noticed that Benjamin was intently inspecting something on the ground. Not just inspecting, but probing. WITH HIS HANDS. I bent down to take a closer look and realized that my son was playing with dog poop. Dog poop . Disgusting. I whisked him up and into the house, zombie style (arms straight out in front of him) and thoroughly scrubbed his hands with my favorite "Kitchen Lemon" anti-bacterial, hopefully anti-dog poop, until his hands (and arms) smelled like a citrus grove. As he sits next to me while I write this, eating a granoloa bar, I have to reassure myself that the anti-bacterial soap did it's job (as did the hot water and vigorous scrubbing for a full sixty seconds...
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