Dad had surgery

We decided that baby number four was going to be it for us.  Josh and I had talked about it several times, and came to the conclusion that because I have to carry, birth, and nurse them, he could take it upon himself to get 'fixed'.  He was more than willing to get this done, because we both figured that this would be the ONE time that it wouldn't take the doctors help to GET pregnant.  So, Josh made the appointment earlier this year.

The appointment, per doctors suggestion, was on a Friday.  So after dropping the boys at school, we went to the office, and Josh took care of things.  We told the boys that daddy was having surgery on his penis, so when they got home, they were supposed to be careful, and not go crashing into him.  They didn't think much of this.  They got home, daddy was relaxing with his bag of peas, and the boys did their thing.  At supper they even prayed for him.  We thought that was so cute, if a little unconventional.  Leave it to Abraham, unconventional is his thing!

Saturday morning rolls around.  Josh is feeling much better, but still a bit sore.  The kids were outside playing with their friends, and we hear Bram, "My dad just had surgery on his penis!"  then a bunch of little boy excitement as they described and discussed this crazy phenomenon.  Daddy having surgery on his penis was soon all over the neighborhood.  I looked at Josh and just giggled.  I found it very funny; similar to how everyone seems to know your sex life when you are trying to conceive.  I never thought that talking about that stuff would ever be commonplace; however, I was mistaken.  It seems that little kids have their own network of communication that works at least as well as grownups!  Once again, Abraham insisted that we pray for daddy's penis to get better!

Sunday, we went to church, and you'll never guess...yep.  Bram prayed for daddy's penis at church.  I'm sure both the little kids in Sunday School as well as the teachers were dually impressed.  And then again outside, where apparently the conversation was continued from the previous day.  We again prayed that night at dinner.  As we were praying, I looked up at Josh (He is feeling quite fine by now) and we kind of smiled/smirked at each other, because we have been married a long time and can sometimes read each others minds.  We were both thinking the same thing.  "It's going to school tomorrow!" In order to spare Josh some humiliation, I suggested to the boys that "daddy's penis is feeling SO much better now; your prayers have really worked.  We don't really need to pray for this anymore." And dinner continued in its normal chaos.

MONDAY...  what can I say?  Abraham is a prayer warrior.  He always has been and hopefully will continue to be.  I got a call from the preschool director, whom I know rather well, as I taught her kiddos once upon a time.  She asked, with a giggle, if Josh was ok, and did he need to be covered in prayer, he could come in... Then she went on to say that Bram had in fact brought up daddy's prayer request, and he explained it in detail.  Oh my.  Why does he remember things I don't think he even hears, and rarely stuff that I thought he would?!  She did say that he had made the teachers' day.  He was so serious, and they were trying so hard not to laugh.  I love that kid.  Almost daily, I laugh so hard....