Memorial Day

I hope all of you had a nice Holiday Weekend. I used to feel a little guilty for having fun on Memorial Day. After all, the holiday is about remembering those who have paid the ultimate price for our freedom. Then I heard a Mother of a Soldier in Iraq say that her son told her that he was over there fighting so that she could enjoy life. Her spin on this was, that by enjoying life and our free, relatively care-free lives (compared to those who worry about being bombed at the grocery store) we are honoring those who fought to make sure we could live this way. If there is truth in that, we really were honoring the fallen on Monday. Monday was spent catching up on things, then Monday night we enjoyed a cookout at a friend's house. We had such a nice time, with games, food, and great conversation. We truly are a blessed people.

Before I close I thought I'd share a "Silly Siah" Moment: The other day, I put the boys in the car to go to our cleaning job. When I got in, I remembered something that was in the house that I needed. I jumped out of the car to go get what I needed. As I walked behind the car, the thought crossed my mind of what would happen if the car backed over me. (those of you with vivid imaginations understand these kinds of thoughts, the rest of you think I'm sick.) Anyway, I thought about how awful it would be for the boys to be stuck in the garage not knowing what to do, if I got hurt. So when I got back in the car I started telling Josiah that if Mommy ever got hurt or seemed like she was asleep and he couldn't wake me up he should go to the phone and dial 911 and tell the people who answer that I was hurt. I thought that was enough for him to take in for one day, so I told him I would teach him our address the next day, because that would help the lady at 911. He said, "we're in the car with nothing to do, why don't we use this time to learn it?" I laughed and said, "OK!" We went over it several times then I asked him, "Now Siah if Mommy gets hurt and you ask me if you should call 911 and I say yes or if I don't answer what do you do?" He did pretty well telling me the steps he would go through. I was surprised at how much he retained so I said, "You are really smart to remember all that!" and he took his index finger and made circle motions around his temples and said, "do you know how I'm so smart?" and I said, "no, how?" and he said, "Well, I eat a lot of Smarties and they get up in my brain and make me smart!" He was serious and still is convinced that Smarties are smart-pills. I may have to use Smarties in the future for getting other parental instruction to stick. :)