Here's a good Andrew story:
I had just gotten off the phone with a friend who was telling me she had a headache. I told Andrew and we prayed for her. After we were done praying, Andrew was asking why we prayed to God for her to feel better. I was trying to explain God to a 2-year-old. I found that very complicated as I wanted him to understand the fullness of God and that He wasn't just a magician who could make people feel better, but also the Creator of the universe and Jesus' Father, and our Father, and Jesus Himself... I was in a little over my head, let alone Andrew's... I gave up after a while and started checking a voice message on my cell phone on speaker phone. It was my friend, Flo. "Hey Cheri. It's me..." Andrew gasped and exclaimed, "God!" as he pointed at the phone...
I don't think I explained God very well.
Here's a good delirious mom-of-a-new-baby story:
Keira just started only waking up once a night to nurse Saturday night. On Friday night, the following happened:
Keira woke up to nurse and was crying. I rolled over and nudged Gabe.
C: Hey Gabe. Could you get up with her?
G: Well, I think she is hungry and just wants to nurse.
C: You can't get up with her? I already have the baby in bed. How am I supposed to get Keira too?
G: I'm sorry. What?
C: You can't even help out with Keira while I nurse the baby?
G: Exactly how many babies do you think we have?
C: What? Ugh... Nevermind!
I got up and it took me halfway through nursing Keira when I realized that, in fact, there was no baby in bed with us.
The best part... the exact same thing happened the next time she woke up to nurse 3 hours later.
The next morning, Gabe (who earned about 1000 husband points for this) asked, "So... was I really confused last night or... were... you?"
I know all y'all want pictures. I know I have them. I'll share some soon.