Wow!! Bad guys, blood, beans, and boogers.

Were to start. Today has been… well, let’s just say that I have no desire to repeat it anytime soon. Kaylee, Jake and Jaden all had a horrible restless night last night because they all started to get a cold. Today it is a full “blow”, if you’ll excuse the pun, icky-yucky-no-good-very-bad cold. Jaden keeps sneezing and of course the boogers reach from his nose down to his chest. He’ll just stand very still and fuss a little till you clean him up. He has no desire to try to wipe it away himself! Jake, who is so picky about his nose and absolutely hates for anything to be running out of his nose, sniffs so hard that I am sure that the next sniff is going to suck anything he happens to be holding in his hands straight up his nose. Its gonna be a long week I can already tell.
For dinner tonight, we had hamburgers, corn, beans, carrots, and watermelon. Yum! Jaden was in his high chair, of course, right next to me. When about three quarters of the way through dinner he dropped his fork I leaned over to pick it up. Jaden chose that moment to dump his plate over the side of the highchair tray… directly onto the back of my head. I had bean juice and corn stuck in my hair. To make matters worse I look up at him and he shrieks in glee and scrunches up his nose and gives me the laugh that we have named the “evil genius laugh”.
Jaden said his first word, sort of. He says “wow” when he thinks something is cool, but he whispers it. He will not say it in a normal speaking volume. I guess that counts as a word though and since he is more then 18 months old, we’ll take it!
We have talked a lot about Daddy’s deployment to Iraq and what he does while he is there and why it’s important for him to be there. We told Jake, the 3 year old, that Daddy was there to "help the good people of Iraq to build their country". When he wanted to know why Daddy had to carry a gun, we told him that part of Daddy’s job was "to protect the good Iraqi people from the bad Iraqi people". This seems to have back fired. At bedtime all the kids say their prayers and they always pray that “daddy will be safe-t in Iraq”. Safe-t means safe in Hutcherson kid speak! Well, imagine my surprise to hear, “and bless the bad guys that they will lose their hearts and that their blood will come out” FROM OUR 3 YEAR OLD!!! Whoa! Hold the phone here! I explained that we never want bad things like that to happen to anybody. I explained that Heavenly Father loves those bad people too, they are just making bad choices. I told him that I still loved him when he makes a bad choice (all to frequently I might add!) and that Heavenly Father always loves his children even if they are bad. He finally got it and so we said another prayer and this time he said “and bless the bad guys in Iraq that they will turn into good guys so Daddy can come home”. Amen, my little man. Amen.