Cassee's prayers

You gotta love the lingo that goes into a child's prayer. Months ago I hurt by back for a couple of weeks. The girls started praying for me every time we said any kind of prayer. Cassee's line is "Bless Mommy, sick all better." It became a line she put in every prayer. Eventually she added everyone else in the family as well.
"Bless Daddy, sick all better."
"Bless Emmee, sick all better."
"Bless Cassee, sick all better."
"Bless Adam, sick all better."
If you watch her give a prayer you can see her eyes move around the room so that she doesn't forget anyone. If you try to rush her to the end without her saying someone, she ignores you and keeps going. Sometimes she'll say everyone twice. The prayers can get a little long.
The other day I said a prayer at lunch. After I ended she looked up with an annoyed, yet hurt expression and said "Mommy, you didn't say Cassee sick all better!"
I had to say another prayer to make her happy.

The Pink Blanket

Cassee has a certain pink blanket ('B' to her) that she takes everywhere. Of course it looks awful. Stains everywhere and the hem ripping out. We have convinced her to leave it in the car when we go into a store or restaurant. However, we are not so lucky when we get to church. Every Sunday she throws a fit by the car door that she just has to have it in church. Since we are trying to feel peaceful and reverence as we walk into the door of the church, we feel it not worth the battle. Yet as soon as she gets into the doors she hands one of us the blanket and says she can't carry it. Much to my annoyance, I usually end up toting it around church for the rest of the time. A few weeks ago we all got into the car and realized that no one had the 'B'. Dan and I spent 10 minutes or more searching every part of the church she had been to, to no avail. We were about to give up and call it lost, but Dan did one more sweep of the building. He finally found it on the dark stage where Cassee had run up onto with Emmalynn. It was saved. We used that incident as leverage for the following weeks after. It seemed to work well. We started congratulating ourselves a little too soon. Today the 'B' rejoined us at church once again. (However, since the building was very cold, I ended up using it for the last hour! Maybe I shouldn't complain too loudly!!)

Cassee's way is the only way!

Cassidee Marie is a smart, very stubborn three year old. She came along nothing like her older sister much to her parent's surprise. (Not that we assumed all kids would be the same!) Sometimes we just don't know where she came from. Ever since she was born she did things her way, on her time, and when and if she felt like it. As a child, she pushes parently limits. As an adult, she just might become the first woman president. (Sorry Hilary Clinton.)
This blog will be all about Cassidee. She maxes out her parent's patience limits, then turns around to show the sweetest face as she asks, "I have some candy, please?" with a gentle tilt to her head and her hands together under her chin and cheek. (Maybe if her mother ever figures out how, she'll post a picture or maybe even a vidoe clip of Cassee doing that. She does it all the time!) She's way too clever for her own good.
Her mother just prays everynight that her stubbornness will be used for amazing goodness someday!