One of the most commonly heard words around our house is, “Careful!”  It is uttered in a variety of tones and many different volume levels, but it’s the rare hour that passes without at least one person in our family having it escape their lips.  Amusingly, it happens to be one of Mr. Man’s favorite words.  He’ll hurl some object, then gleefully exclaim, “Careful,” or fall down and morosely mumble, “careful,” shaking his wee fuzzy head in dismay.

On this particular evening, as on many evenings, we were winding down our day with an episode of the 1967 iteration of Spider-Man.  Daddy and I had actually planned to skip it tonight because of a generalized outbreak of hellionosity in the late afternoon hours, but were moved to a change of heart by Mr. Man pitifully pointing to the WiiMote and sobbing, “Spider?  Pease?  Want Spider?”  We set as the condition for the evening treat that Mr. Man, Beanie, and Bugaboo had to make sure all the toys were properly stowed — nothing shoved under the furniture.

Playthings were stowed with near-lightning speed.

Mr. Man’s face was positively glowing as the opening tune played.  He snuggled up in my lap with his cup of milk, catching a few extra snuggles.  That is rare for him; he normally zooms around the room during Spider-Man, doing what we believe is his imitation of his favorite superhero.  There is certainly enough jumping off couches, with arms outstretched and palms upturned, to justify that belief.  Tonight, however, he was content to cuddle, and from the safety of my lap to admonish Spidey with a solicitous, “Careful!” every time the web-slinger flew through the air on one of his webs.  When he got to the museum that was the target of the bad guys in this episode, he piped up, “Careful, not nice there!”

In the meantime, Beanie and Bugaboo decided that neither of them had nearly enough Baby Guy time today; the girls spent most of their day playing in the yard, as we currently have an abundance of baby bluebirds, butterflies, and caterpillars populating “the back forty.”  They cajoled Daddy into helping them snuggle the wee fellow into their laps, and took turns cooing at him, tickling him, and seeing if they could convince him to babble.  Mr. Man frequently reminded them, “Careful!  No fall baby!”

It was a pretty awesome end to a really frenetic, but mostly joyful, day.

Today’s prayer:  Lord, thank You for little blessings who look out for each other, who understand that hugs and snugs are one of the best parts of being very small, and who delight in our company.  Thank You for their love for us, and for their belief that the good guys always win in the end.  Help me teach them that You are the ultimate good guy, who delivers us from every evil if we but call out Your name in faith.  You may not have slung webs or had a cool-looking superhero suit, but You triumphed over death, and the jewel You returned to us is Heaven itself.


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