Happy Mothers Day and all that jazz...

I have to honestly say this was the absolute worst Mothers Day ever. This had nothing to do with the children directly. It all started out so very well. The kids were sleeping in so I got a shower and started getting ready...with every desire to be at Sunday School on time. Then it happened - Matthew woke up. Crabby. Well in actuality it started before Matt woke up but I didn't realize this yet. You see, the night before Mother's Day I noticed Laila had gotten into my make-up while a friend was over. Okay, no biggie - just don't do it again!

Well, let's just say I didn't realize that she had used all my make-up brushes in my purple eyeshadow. So when I was applying it (I use all mineral make-up which you must apply with brushes) I was adding a hue of purple all over my face. It didn't help that my bathroom was in the midst of repair so my mirror was on the floor and the lighting wasn't good. I walked into the kids bathroom and realized that I looked like a clown!!!! Okay, I'm not going to let this stop me from getting to SS on time. I take it off, re-apply with the one brush that isn't purple tainted and start on my hair (with a screaming, whiny 12 mos. old in the background). It began to get worse. For some reason the back of my hair would not lay down and the more "mud" applied the worse it got. I ended up looking like a grease ball. I grabbed a mirror from Lai's room and accidentally dropped it on the floor shattering it. It was at this point that I'm sad to say I lost it! I had already put the kids in the truck so they were spared the less than lovely tirade that came from *someones* mouth. At this point I stormed into the truck, sped off and ended us up in the parking lot of IHOP. The kids were totally confused. I was already too late to go to SS, my hair was a grease pit and my heart was far from spiritual.

Of course, it was packed! A very dear woman (I dare say she must have been an angel) stopped me and told me how nice my children and I looked. She said "I know how hard it is to get three little ones ready and you all look very nice!" I stumbled through a sincere thank you!

So now we are at a table. Laila and Jack were on their best behaviour realizing that psycho mom was on the verge of breaking out...Matthew however thought that it was a perfect opportunity to exhibit his talent of wiggling out of his seat, eating off everyones plate and his specialty, letting a fork hang out of his mouth while bouncing his head around and laughing. I could see a couple across from us laughing. I was hoping he wasn't making them loose their appetites. As we were on our way out of the door they stopped me and told me that I had such well-behaved children. Were they watching MY KIDS? I stumbled through a sincere "I needed to hear that today!"

I got home exhausted and treated myself to a nap!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It's Tea Time in Texas

Eric was home so we decided to take the kids to downtown Nacogdoches for what I'm sure will prove to be a historic day - Tea Party Day - April 15, 2009.

I tried my best to explain to them what the purpose was of this day. It makes me wonder what parents told their little ones during the time of the Boston tea party? I'm not sure they really understood - but I'm sure they will recall it when they are older and their little skulls full of mush will fall on their knees thanking their parents for raising them to love their country and say "no" to tyranny. Ugh, well, a mom can hope anyway! I can always just blame it on Rush, right?!

http://www.ketknbc.com/news/tea-time-in-nacogdocheslufkin

Determined Children

For any and all parents that I once said the following to:
"Dr. Dobson says that all children will rebel at some point in their lives whether they are 3-or 30. So even though it's harder on parents, it's much better to have a strong-willed child because you can mold and shape them." Well, you can just go ahead and slap me now!!!!!!!! That was said by a mom who had two pretty compliant - albeit eccentric and slightly OCD - children.

Enter Bob (I call him that due to his tomato top hair). He came into the world letting us know that he had arrived. Wait, let me back-up....if you ever, EVER feel your baby around 10 weeks gestation (which people will tell you is impossible)...know you are in for a ride!!!!!!!

Speaking of hair. Monday we went to the eye doctor and they had a huge mirror on the wall. Upon seeing how crazy his hair was I did what every good mother does, I wet my hand and smoothed it down. My little determined urchin proceeded to grab his hair and pull it straight out again. I never thought I'd pick my battles with a 10 mos. old.

To Read Again...

You know what I miss most about being a child - reading at all times of the day whenever the fancy hit me.

Reading well into the night without a thought of how it would affect the coming day.

You know what I regret? Not reading more. Not reading a variety.

And somewhere along the way - between diapers and spelling lists, giving up that part of me for the false allusion that one day I’d have more time.

If I’m learning anything in my 33rd year it is this - if you want it you’re gonna have to take it. The time to read is not going to just appear. The clock is not going to stop. The kids are not going to quietly care for themselves at precisly 2:00 p.m. so that I can sit down to a clean, quiet house and emerse myself into a good book. No, I’m going to have to carve out time, to prop my bleary eyes open and force my brain to soak it in.

I think that’s one reason I’m becoming such a dull person.

Mentally, verbally, etc.

I MUST read.

So any suggestions

?

My Daughter

You always hear “mature” people talk say things like, “Enjoy this stage because it goes so fast”. Frankly most times I just want to puke when I hear things like that. A strong urger to say something like “So do you want to come help me enjoy this stage?” almost overwhelmes me. But I bite my tongue because...

But you know what? It’s true.

Our oldest turned eight on the 1st and I can hardly believe that I’m the mother of an eight year old. The real thing that drops my jaw is when I hear her talking. She is in a Laura Ingalls stage so she says things like “Momma, can I pay a visit to Ms.Gladys?”. And then there is the “When I grow up I’m going to be a rock star because I’m very confident in myself”. We’ve had to discuss REAL issues over the past year - politics and race being among the top!

She is most unusual Laila fair. She has her nose in a book at any given moment. Her favorite tv show is Jon and Kate plus 8. She loves Tacos. She wants to own her own “beadery (a jewelry shop). She and her good friend Brek have decided to enter the restaurant business and own a Pancake Factory. She already wants to know what is hers when I die. She loves AWANA and the Old Testament. She loves facts - about anything but particularly history. She just learned that our “Motherland” was England. This intrigued her greatly! She loves her brothers - but Matt-matt is her favorite (shh- don’t tell Jack she’d say!). She will drop whatever is in hand to whisk him away from a tired Mom.
Happy Birthday Lai. Enjoy because time really does fly!

She spins and she sways

To whatever song plays

Without a care in the world

And I’m sitting here wearing

The weight of the world on my shoulders
It’s been a long day

And there’s still work to do

She’s pulling at me

Saying “Dad, I need you
There’s a ball at the castle

And I’ve been invited

And I need to practice my dancing

Oh, please, Daddy, please?”
So I will dance with Cinderella

While she is here in my arms

‘Cause I know something the prince never knew

Oh, I will dance with Cinderella

I don’t want to miss even one song

‘Cause all too soon the clock will strike midnight And she’ll be gone…

Life as the Parent of One.

I had a taste of that this past month. Matthew contracted RSV so we had to stay back from our year-long planned trip to MN. It was a tough decision but Eric decided to take the other kids up to visit his parents…we had planned too long to disappoint them - and the Grandparents.

So it was just me and Matt.

I made my long list of all that intended to accomplish - and here I sit, three weeks later, with very little accomplished.

I learned that while I blame my children for my lack of accomplishments in the day - it is really I who am to blame. I learned that one does not suddenly become organized - one does not suddenly disavow laziness - the number of children might increase the mess, but messiness is really a state of mind.So while I loved all the time to bond with my hilarious 6 month old…I’m actually quite happy to have ALL my children under our little roof.

And while it’s cheesy - I really am grateful for the accountability they bring me.

Then again....how long is it until August?

And He's 5!

Happy Birthday Jack!


My dear little boy. One day you will look at me with those blue eyes and dimples and I can clearly hear you say “Mooommmmm” - as if that will stop me from being sappy about you.

You wanted a bowling party - and you got one! I hope you remember it as a fun day -

and I hope you one day realize how much we love you.


Little boys are treasures

Who are worth their weight in gold.

And charm everyone around them

From the time they’re minutes old.
They’re Mommy’s little darling,

They’re a special pal to Dad,

And they bring the very happiest days

A family’s ever had.