Thursday, May 24, 2012

Hi, I'm Five, I Wash Dishes and Kiss

“Oh the stars of the night,” – my Nolan. This is what he says every time he gives a kiss. I love this kid. I recorded him saying it on my phone and can't quit listening to it. My middle girl started babysitting her younger cousins this summer. This picture is our adventure today while waiting for his mother to get home from work. I taught him to wash dishes and he did GREAT! He washed everything but the “too big pan” and the silverware. He’s five.

In other dish-washing business, the speech I had to give my boys yesterday about helping around the house WORKED!!! I came home to these two washing the dishes on their own. I said, (after jumping around and signing silly songs about how great they were) “Good thing you two are cleaning this kitchen, you wouldn’t want me to have gone crazy on you.”

“That’s what he said.” – Boy #2

The husband is home. He’s been in Mississippi playing golf for four days. He was missed but I did have a new stand-in snuggle bug. My nephew Kenton spent the night with us for the first time. He’s almost six and decided it was time to stay with the “kids.” But come night time, Aunt Misty’s bed is where he wanted to sleep.

Quote of the Day: The Government is NOT your baby daddy!

Tuesday, May 22, 2012

Waiting For The Punch Line

Ring…Ring… (my phone)


“Hey momma, I need more hangers, I have worked on the laundry and it’s all done except for the stuff I need to hang up.” – Middle Girl

“Yay! I cannot wait to see a clean laundry room – THANK YOU!”

A picture is worth a thousand words, right? This is what I came home to:

“Hey Boy – can you pick that towel up by the front door and put in my bathroom?”


He walked all the way from the front door, up the stairs, down the hallway, into my room, got to the bathroom door and his mission fell apart. It would have taken less than 10 steps to get this towel in the cabinet.

Two possibilities as I see it:

His mother is not feeding him adequate food and he got weak. I must up his protein intake, don’t want him petering out like this in the middle of a big baseball game or say crossing a road.


He did what MY mother would call “half-a$$ing” it. Forgive me for the profanity – but it is a quote directly from my childhood. Apparently I was great at the above offense.

While putting yet another load of groceries away today (Third day in a row – these kids have to be selling it to the neighborhood kids), I noticed this beauty.

This my dear friend is the corner, outset cabinet in my kitchen. The maple cabinets my daddy handmade me eight years ago. What you are looking at is one of two options:

A mouse has a peeping problem and has drilled a hole in the side of my cabinet.


My husband drilled completely through the side while fixing a broken shelf.

Obviously my family is attempting my To Do List. I feel like one of those pictures where you see the beautiful cake and then you see someone’s poor attempt at the same cake and the picture says, “Nailed It!”

I have a vision of them all standing together smiling, list in hand, screaming at me, “NAILED IT!”

Quote of the Day: I want you to know that whatever problems you’re having, I’m here to read about it on Facebook.

Sunday, May 20, 2012

Take Off Your Perfume and Put On A Shirt

Ahhh, it really is like riding a bike. I have been very disloyal to my blog. Unfaithful really. I have cheated with time asleep.

This month began with me in Utah at the DECA National Competition where the Eldest Girl brought home a Top 25% certificate! WOW! This kid’s great…I got her scores today and she was just two points from being “on stage.” That’s a big deal at nationals. I love DECA – every kid should be part of it for at least one year. Very character building. She started working at Subway this week. She’s a sandwich artist now. So proud. (tearing up)

Mother’s Day was sweet. The husband bought me four beads for my charm bracelet to represent each of our four kiddos.

I have suffered from exhaustion this month: emotionally, mentally, and physically. Not sure how I got here but I sure am hoping I get out soon. Funk is not a good place to be.

I would like to announce to the world that I am highly allergic to perfumes. Please stop wearing it. You are killing my lungs – they cannot take anymore. It’s like inhaling flames when the allergic reaction happens. It’s sooo bad.

We are days away from Disney. I’m still not sold on the idea or the money it will take. I am hoping we come back in love with the entire experience but the truth is we are beach people. We’ll see how many of us return. I may start 86-ing kids as they misbehave. Fingers crossed I don’t have to refinance the house when I return.

Quote of the Day: I don’t know if you know this or not, but your boobs go inside of your shirt.

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Chicka's Angels

There I sat in a hotel room with four other moms and a cell phone lying on the coffee table in front of us. It was on speaker phone with a lady we called “Chicka” on the other end.

We were not gathering our next mission from “Chicka” – even though this did feel much like a scene from ‘Charlie’s Angels.’

“Chicka” was talking Biblical knowledge she had studied for the past five years.

It was encouraging, to find a group of women on a school trip (DECA went to Utah for National competition) that would desire to study God’s word and it’s always fascinating to me to find someone who has an entirely new take on the word.

We listened intently as “Chicka” explained how the word of God was to be rightly divided (2 Timothy 2:15) and how Paul was made the minister of the gentiles (us) and we are to study the epistles of Paul and apply those teachings to our daily lives.

I am now re-reading the books of Acts – Philemon – the books written by Paul – and making my own assessment, but it was very interesting to hear another’s point of view.

I have spent the past four years studying many different denominations and why they believe what they believe. I have learned many things over my travels to different churches and late night studies, and I feel as though I have only scratched the surface.

I do, however, know that my Jesus and I are tight. And at the end of every day I know that he will never leave me nor forsake me (Hebrews 13:5-6).

I am thankful for all of God’s revelations in my life and I am so thankful to look back, see my recreation and see the many, many friends he has added to me over the past four years.

I am BLESSED. I am BLESSED. Every day that I live, I am BLESSED. *singing