It's raining! I guess it's kind of a big deal since it hasn't rained much lately.
NJ still had a lot of lunch left and shared it with his friends. When they asked he said, "Yes! Anyone who asks is yes! I'll share my lunch with everyone!"
After school snack (even though he just finished up his lunch at the playground).
NJ and I played some board games in our room. We played chutes and ladders four times, candy land two times, and lego city game three times. He was being a pretty good sport, but frustrated towards the end because I kept winning. He did win candy land once and the city game once.
I hope tonight will be better. Last night he woke up crying loudly four different times. Each time we went in he'd cry in our arms as we tried to comfort him. He was crying so hard that he wasn't saying anything, if he was we couldn't understand any of it. We help him blow his nose, go to throw it away and when we get back he's back to being sound asleep. Finally, before he falls asleep for the night, he tells us what's wrong. He said that he was worried about the floor. How it will get fixed, when it will get fixed, by who, how much... How long will it be and what are we going to do until it's fixed. Oh my. I thought we were stressed about it! We explained to him the situation and answered all the questions he had, but I guess he was still thinking about it. Poor guy is worried for us. I'm surprised at how sensitive he is about it. It's nice that he cares that much and is worried about us and our house. I love his sweet and sensitive heart. He shouldn't have to be worried! We explained that everything was going to be fine, it'll be fixed and we don't have to worry about how, by who, or when... Because God's taking care of us and there's nothing to be scared of. Our house and our floor and everything we have is just stuff so it's not worth being upset over. My goodness... there's so many times (likes this) that I feel like God is talking to me through what I'm saying to NJ. I need to have faith in the things we tell and try to teach him.
I hope tonight will be better. Last night he woke up crying loudly four different times. Each time we went in he'd cry in our arms as we tried to comfort him. He was crying so hard that he wasn't saying anything, if he was we couldn't understand any of it. We help him blow his nose, go to throw it away and when we get back he's back to being sound asleep. Finally, before he falls asleep for the night, he tells us what's wrong. He said that he was worried about the floor. How it will get fixed, when it will get fixed, by who, how much... How long will it be and what are we going to do until it's fixed. Oh my. I thought we were stressed about it! We explained to him the situation and answered all the questions he had, but I guess he was still thinking about it. Poor guy is worried for us. I'm surprised at how sensitive he is about it. It's nice that he cares that much and is worried about us and our house. I love his sweet and sensitive heart. He shouldn't have to be worried! We explained that everything was going to be fine, it'll be fixed and we don't have to worry about how, by who, or when... Because God's taking care of us and there's nothing to be scared of. Our house and our floor and everything we have is just stuff so it's not worth being upset over. My goodness... there's so many times (likes this) that I feel like God is talking to me through what I'm saying to NJ. I need to have faith in the things we tell and try to teach him.
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