Driving home the other day my 2 year old, called from the back of the van, “Excuse me mom, where’s baby?” I would have panicked had I not just heard her babbling moments before. Since, it was obvious she was there, I answered with something silly like, “Driving the car.” She erupted in giggles and thus began our newest comedy routine.
This was our conversation all the way to church this morning, in the parking lot after church while we were waiting for Daddy to finish talking, on the way out to lunch, on the way home….
“Excuse me Mom, where’s baby?”
“On the roof”
hahahahahahahahaha
“Excuse me Mom, where’s baby?”
“On the floor”
hahahahahahahahaha
“Excuse me Mom, where’s baby?”
“In the back”
hahahahahahahahaha
“Excuse me Mom, where’s baby?”
“At the fire station”‘
hahahahahahahahaha
Just for fun, I stuck in “in her car seat” or “right there” and she would still erupt into giggles. THIS makes me laugh. While the routine itself doesn’t exactly make me laugh, I can’t help but laugh at her hysterical giggles.
This is what is making us laugh this week, to read what’s making other people laugh, check out…
This weekend we are celebrating my husband’s 29th birthday. As I look back at some of his baby pictures, (isn’t he such a cutie) I am so thankful for the man he is today and feel incredibly blessed to call him my husband.
There are many things I respect about him, but at the top of the list would be his integrity, his perseverance, and his wisdom. We’ve been married almost 7 years now and since I get to live with him day in and day out, I truly get to see all sides of him and I can honestly say that he is consistent and that he genuinely strives each day to glorify God in all he does. As the head of our household, he models love and devotion. He is also a ton of fun. He makes up songs about me and the kids and belts them out for us. He sword fights and plays hide and seek and makes us all laugh. He leaves us with no room to doubt his commitment and love for his family.
I am incredibly thankful to my in laws for raising such a man of honor. Being a parent now myself, I know the job isn’t easy and I appreciate the godly home they raised him in. As I look at them, I see many of the traits in my husband that I love. Thank you for praying for him all these years and for setting before him a godly example. Thank you for praying for me since before I was born. I feel so blessed to be married to your son and a part of your family. It is my prayer that our son will grow up to be just like his dad and that our girls will someday marry men just like him too.
Deuteronomy 6:4-7 (NIV)
“Hear, O Israel: The LORD our God, the LORD is one. Love the LORD your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength. These commandments that I give you today are to be upon your hearts. Impress them on your children. Talk about them when you sit at home and when you walk along the road, when you lie down and when you get up.”
Proverbs 22:6 (NIV)
“Train a child in the way he should go, and when he is old he will not turn from it.”
Week End Thoughts: My posts typically relate funny anecdotes about the happenings of a stay at home wife and mom with three kids. While my days are seldom “normal” enough to leave me without a “post worthy” moment (i.e. read here), I intend to take some time on the weekend to highlight something from my week that’s a little more “thoughtful” and significant. If you had a post from this week that was reflective in nature, please add a link in the comments section. I’d love to hear your thoughts.
Last September we sadly and suddenly had to put our puppy Claire to sleep. She was only 2.5 yrs old, but she got really sick and after numerous tests and watching her health dramatically decline in a matter of a week, we were left with no other options.
My husband was heartbroken. He is an animal lover through and through. The kids took the news pretty well. The girls really didn’t notice because we had two dogs and so it wasn’t like suddenly they were left without a dog to play with. Our son took the news very matter of factly. He told everyone we saw that, “Claire died” (SS teachers, supermarket cashiers, librarians, anyone that came over for a visit). He’d just abruptly announce, “We used to have two dogs, but Claire died.” Every time we pass by the Animal Hospital that we took her to he still says, “That’s where Claire died,” or “I miss Claire.” He’s gentile when talking with “daddy” about it because he could tell how sad Scott was but he didn’t seem that upset over it himself. Just a little bummed.
Then, earlier this week (8 months later) he came out of his room after nap time and he looked really sad. I asked him what was wrong and he started to cry saying, “I miss Claire.” He sat beside me on the couch and just wept. He said he wanted to “go to the hospital and dig her up.” He wanted Claire. It was so sad. He did it again later that day. I held him and told him I was sorry he was so sad. I felt really awful. I have no idea where this grief has come from, but watching those tears pour down his face just broke my heart. We talked about how fun it was to take her on walks. He mentioned how she let him walk him (She was well behaved enough that our son could walk her when he was only 18 mths old, our other dog is too apt to run off at the sight of another dog). I told him maybe we could teach Maggie to be better about being on the leash. I then mentioned how I wished his Daddy was home because his Daddy really missed Claire too and they could talk about it. (I am not the animal lover in the family, that role belongs to my hubby). He then asked, “Why don’t you miss Claire Mommy?” Talk about heart wrenching.
Today when we drove by the animal hospital on the way home from grocery shopping, my son said, “Goodbye Claire.”
4 years ago today my sister in law got married. My son was exactly one month old. I went dress shopping so I could find something to hide the 50 pounds of baby fat I gained. Hard to find a dress flattering enough to do that, but somehow I managed to find one that I was happy with.
Until I got to the church.
I was a new mom and new at the whole nursing thing. I never thought about the difficulties of nursing with a dress on until we pulled into the church parking lot and I said, “Ok, I’ll go feed the baby…” It was then that I realized a skirt and top would have been a better choice.
Since I had no other clothes with me and my husband was an usher and thus had to go and get ready, I was in a real bind. I couldn’t leave and go back to the hotel (not enough time) so I had to find a place to discreetly sit with my dress off and nurse the baby. Hmmm, how many places like that are there in the world? The church was not very big and I couldn’t find any small classrooms or offices to hide in. I am sure their were bathrooms and looking back now I should have just sat in a stall on the toilet, but that idea never entered my mind. Instead we went down to the basement where we found a big multipurpose room, with a kitchen in one corner and what looked like a nursery area in the other. The only place with walls was the kitchen so my husband pulled a rocking chair in. My husband had to leave me for his usher duties. I remember there was a door to the outside that led into the kitchen as well as a door from the big open room in the basement. Neither locked. I had to sit on the rocking chair with my dress off and nurse my baby – EXPOSED – in the middle of what felt like an enormous room praying that no one would come into the kitchen. I was alone. Being new at the whole nursing thing, it took FOREVER and since I was sitting their half naked, it felt like forever and a half. I don’t recall ever feeling as vulnerable as I did that afternoon. After about 15 minutes I heard footsteps. TERROR – “Don’t come in!”. Thankfully it was my mom who lovingly stood guard while I finished nursing my son.
Happy Anniversary Sis! I am sure that is one anecdote we won’t find in your wedding scrapbook!! (For more stories and pictures that will never see the inside of a scrapbook, check out We Are THAT Family )
The other day I discovered a way to occupy my kids for a good 15-20 min, which many of you know is an eternity in Mommy time.
Wanna know the secret?
I let them play with my clock radio. I plugged it in and placed it on the floor in the living room. They had a blast taking turns turning it off and on and changing radio stations. It was more fun then Mommy turning on the stereo, because they had control of turning it on and off as well the fun of switching the music from station to station.
While they danced, I was able to clean the kitchen and pack our clothes (I could have done more, but I got distracted watching them and had to get it on video). Check out the music video below from my productive morning. I know everyone thinks their own home movies are funny, but since I peed my pants when I saw son do his fancy footwork in front of the TV, I knew I had to share. I think you’ll enjoy it too.
Let me just answer a few questions now.
Yes, it is noon and my son is still in his PJ’s
No, my husband and I don’t dance like that (we don’t think)
The leg lift move is new to us too
We aren’t charismatic though it appears my daughter wants us to be
The clock radio Worked For Me. Check out Shannon at Rocks in My Dryer for other helpful tips.
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My roles as wife, homemaker and mother of 4 feel much like a circus with 3 rings constantly vying for my attention. Life is often chaotic but I'm loving every minute and wouldn't want it any other way. Sit back, relax and enjoy the show. I won't let you miss a thing.
