Port-O-Pottys in Heaven?

Last night while Brent was tucking Emma into bed she had a few questions for him...

Emma: How does Jesus hear our prayers all the way up in heaven?

Brent: That is what faith is for. We have to have faith that He hears and answers our prayers.

Emma: Okay.... (thinks for a minute) How does Jesus go to the bathroom in Heaven? (A bit random don't you think)

Brent: Ummm, He doesn't have to go to the bathroom in heaven.

Emma: Yeah, I guess your right. I've never seen a port-o-potty in any of those pictures.

Crazy kid... Where do they come up with these things? For all I know she has never even been in a Port-O-Potty. (She's been reading too many Captain Underpants books.) I have to think that even if there were Port-O-Pottys in heaven, no artist would ever paint one in a picture. Can you even imagine?

Isabelle strikes again...

Last Sunday morning rolled around, as always, and I decided that I would spend some real quality time doing my hair. I love hair and I love styling it but I don't spend much time on it these days. But now that our church has changed its meeting time to 1:00 pm, I have a lot of extra time to get me and the girls ready for church. Also, I wanted to look nice for my hubby who would be getting home after a week away in Baltimore.

This is what I did...

Showered

Blow dried my hair

Hot rollers with hairspray

Applied make up

Took out hot rollers

LOTS and LOTS of hairspray...

As I am spraying my hair Isabelle came into my bathroom. I saw her watching me with wonder and awe. I imagined that she must be thinking how pretty her mom looks and wishing she were old enough to wear makeup and do fancy hair. {She is after all a girly girl} Then she speaks up and says, "Mom guess what?"

I answered "What?"

She happily explained, "Well, I noticed that your hairspray was almost gone so I filled the bottle up with water. Now you won't have to go to the store and buy new hairspray!"

Ugggg! My big, fabulous, movie star like, curly hair, that I spent almost an hour on, is now flat and straight and I had to go to church wearing a pony tail AGAIN! Did I mention that watered down hairspray smells pretty much like the regular kind. Otherwise, I think I would have figured it out sooner. Leave it to Isabelle to look out for me and my interests. I do love her so!

Blog oops

Ummm, that birthday post was supposed to be posted at a later date and time -obviously- . (So much for the post options at the bottom of the page. Way to go blogger!) Sorry to confuse. I hadn't even finished writing it yet. Oh well. It's gone now and I will post it again on my real birthday.

Kids say the cutest things

I've been meaning to post a few of the cute things that my girls say but when I get around to it I can't seem to remember any thing. But today I have a goody! It goes a little something like this:

After reading the scriptures (The Book of Mormon) before school one morning, Isabelle asked a question about this picture she saw in the book.

Isabelle: Mom, who is that guy?

Mom: That's Moroni. He's the guy that took all of the records of his people and buried them in the ground to keep them safe until Joseph Smith was led to them and translated them into what is now our Book of Mormon.

Isabelle: Oh! So, he buried them in the ground and then they grew into the scriptures!

Emma and I couldn't stop giggling at that one. So sweet is my Isabelle. Needless to say, after we laughed at her cuteness, she figured it out all on her own.