will the full moon please go away? Please?

so tonight is the other side's turn - guys' night. My husband and all his buddies are gorging themselves on BBQ at this moment, and then off to watch a football game. Probably not too far off of what he would have done in the states. Anyway...

that leaves me at home with my two precious, lovely, charming daughters. Hmmm. And a very nearly full moon. Another hmmmm. I thought it would be fun to change up the routine and do something unusual with daddy gone, so we ate dinner under a tent. Namely, the kitchen table. Yeah, we ate under the table. It was fun for a while - the girls truly thought it was unusual - but once the novely wore off, they thought dinner was over even though neither of them had touched thier dinner. I, of course, also had not touched mine because our tent was severely understocked for such a festive occasion and needed constant trips back to the kitchen to restock it. Mantha started fussin to get down. Emma insisted she had to go the potty. Mantha starts wriggling, almost falling out in her valiant attempt to escape. Emma goes to the potty and then determines that she will not, WILL NOT return to the tent to eat her still-untouched food. Hmmm. All this is done to the background music of continuous whining.

In fact, all day it seems there has been a steady dull stream of whining. And it wasn't like I was preoccupied today with other things and kept brushing them off. We had fun activities planned today, I had not much at all to do and was with them most of the morning, but on and on the whining went. We made paper-sack puppets, made up stories so our puppets could have some amazing adventure, sang and danced, played a color game...and the beat goes on. I blame it on the full moon. Seriously. There is no other explanation for such bizarre and unexplainable behavior today. So. Please, full moon, go away.

now it is almost 8pm, and the kids are in their beds (though emma is continuing her calls for everything imaginable - another story, her blanket is lost, she needs more water, you name it.) It's almost quiet and I still don't have much to do - except eat those peanut butter fudge cookies I made over the weekend. Yum.

There have been funny moments recently -

such as, when emma was asking us the names of the various creatures on Cars. Most of them we knew, but she kept asking us, "Who's that green guy?" After repeatedly admitting my ignorance and apologizing, she finally sighed, "You're not very smart, are you?" Oh dear. I don't know where that came from!

today in our morning bible story we read about moses and the israelites and how in the desert, God provided all their needs, like food and water and shoes. Later on that day, we revisited that lesson about God's provision with our paper-sack puppets. One of the puppets (my pig) needed a friend because there were no other pigs in his neighborhood, so he asked God to provide him with a friend. When God provided, I told Emma again how God will provide for all of our needs, because He is God and He loves us. She paused, munching on this new bite of information, slowly processing how all these people told God all the things they wanted. I told her we could ask God about our needs too. Thinking over the offer, she asked, "Well, what does God have?"

Samantha recently learned the rhyme, "One, Two, buckle my shoe" and loved finishing the last word of each of the rhymes. At dinner, emma would often say, "one, two, buckle my ....." and then wait for samantha to fill in the word. After only a few days of this delightful little trick, samantha is already quite proficient at - and tiring quickly - of the little ditty. Tonight, emma tried again, and samantha filled in "shoe!" before emma even got out "buckle"!

Truly, these funny things make it easier for me look forward to seeing them tomorrow morning and wondering what funny things they will do...but in the meantime, does anyone else love bedtime as much as me?!