Men

I have come to the conclusion that men never really completely mature. I think they get about 3/4 of the way there and then stop. That leaves 1/4 of their maturity level for the 10yr old boy that lives inside of them to play. Here is a great example of what I am talking about. Frog bowls in the church bowling league. Last week was their last night so the whole family goes for support. He mentions to his friends Turtle and Bear that he needs to get some practice in before the church golf league starts up in a few weeks. Turtles eyes lit up like the Griswalds house on Christmas morning. They then get a tentative plan to golf the following Tuesday (tomorrow). Well, as luck would have it we are getting a heck of a storm and its not going anywhere. I thought Turtle was going to cry. Fear not friends for the boys prevailed. He calls Frog on his cell phone with an idea. Frog missed the call and called Turtle back. Turtle was not in a zone to receive calls so Frog left a message. I think at this point they were starting to sweat it a little. So Frog is bathing the tiny Princess when his cell phone rings. He calls out excitedly " I bet its Turtle". After he gets the princesses all squared away he jets downstairs to his phone to check. I walk into the room he is in and sure enough there was a message from Turtle. Frog hangs up the phone and says "Guess what. We are going virtual golfing!!" He then proceed to explain to me how this works as if I need to know all the details for my next virtual golf extravaganza. I humor Frog and listen to his story and assure him that I will make sure he is up in time to go pick up Turtle (the alarm clock falls into the 10yr old boy category. That is another post all in itself). Think the story ends there? Not quite. I pick up my cell phone and see that I have an email. Curious I open it up. Guess who its from? Yep Turtle emailed me to make sure Frog got his message from earlier. No joke. So now I must go so I can write Frogs name and number in the back of his jacket in case they all get separated. Ta Ta For Now!

Blasted Day!

Today was a tough day. My 2 yr old does everything in her power some days to see if she can make steam come out of my ears. I really hate being so mad that all I can do is yell. Today was one of those days. How can I get so mad at a little girl I ask myself on good days. Then days like today rolls around. After attempting for an hour and finally getting her baby sister to sleep she decides to bound in my room and loudly yell that her Scooby Doo movie is over. Promptly waking up baby sis. That was just the drop in the bucket. So on the way to drop Reagan off at preschool I rocked out to Jimmy Needham and tried to calm my mind. I thought about all the ways I have changed over the past year. I thought about the old me and the new me with the realization that God is not even close to being done with me yet. Tomorrow is another day. Praise the Lord!

A peak

Here is a brief peak into my evenings. In the last 15 mins I have corral ed my naked 4 and 2 yr old back into the bathroom. Picked up my 9 mth old only to discover that she ate a sticker and promptly puked her entire dinner of sweet potatoes (yes they are bright orange) all over me and my cream colored carpet.

*Results are typical.

Back bby popular demand

Hello blogger friends. Happy New Year! So first I need to say that my good intentions of posting everyday was just that. Good intentions. Those of you who are mothers to small children were probably cackling and pointing at your monitor when you read that I THOUGHT I was going to post daily. Yeah right. At any rate I will certainly post as often as I can to keep you entertained. Hey if my tiny baby sister (she's really 19 but who's counting?) can blog and be a full time student then I can surely take a minute or ten out of my day to post. I do read other blogs though. Check out my list of good reads to the side. These ladies are goooood!