Monthly Archives: June 2009

Friday June 26, 2009


~They are a lot of work.

~They make elements of my life so much more time consuming. 

~I need a lot of patience to get through a day.

It’s easy for me to focus on the difficulties of being a parent because it’s humorous and a very big part on my daily existence. But the other side of that is…

….they are so much fun!

 
They make the world around me feel new and exciting again.  I am a better person because of them.

Something as simple as a walk after dinner becomes the perfect evening.  Questions are asked, bugs examined, rocks tossed, sticks drug, dirt kicked… and I get to be apart of it all.

Jude does not go anywhere without being prepared!

Riley swimming after a bird.  He did finally get it, which added greatly to the excitement of the evening. 

Lately Jude has been asking, “Is that normal?”.  He points to things and asks if they’re “normal” or he wants to know if the way we are driving home is “normal”.  Somehow I don’t feel very qualified to answer that question.


Tuesday June 23, 2009


The days and weeks are flying by so quickly I feel like the only way I can slow them down is by taking pictures.  Freezing those sweet moments that slide by my very eyes.



She’ll be three months old this week.

Friday night was a fun night at home.  Grandpa and Grammy came over and helped us eat hamburgers.  We irrigated the pasture again.  The boys were sorely disappointed when not a single gopher surfaced once the flooding had stopped.


This is Jude.  This picture captures who he is so well. I just love it.


I also love this picture.  I really love the man in the middle!  He doesn’t often smile that big, I’m really glad I caught it on my camera. 


This is very typical of Gideon.  Finding some little corner to crawl into with his little collection of trucks and trailers.  So serious.  I remember a time in my life when playing was important business.

Between a sick boy and family celebrations we never managed to celebrate Father’s Day with our little family.  So I planned a special dinner for him tonight.  Special dinners for him always mean blackberry pie for dessert.



Expectations are tricky things.  Sometimes the expectation of an event is half the fun, but when life throws a kink into those plans it can be such a let-down. Because I’m such a planner it is particularly hard for me to adjust my expectations.  Which is not good when you have three young children in the house! 

I pictured us all sitting down for a delicious meal, going for a walk, taking some family pictures and coming home for some pie and icecream.  A sick little boy changed all of that!



Somehow dinner still turned out good. 



He’s a really good Daddy.  Somehow dinner and pie doesn’t seems like an adequate “thank you” for all that he does, but it made him happy and that makes me happy.

Thursday June 18, 2009

My new favorite pass time…

It started out as just a few little flowers for Eliza’s hair, but they were so fun to make… I just kept making more!

PS- Sorry to my Face Book friends, this is a repeat post for you!


Tuesday June 16, 2009


I understand that he is 4-years-old and he has a lot of questions about the world and how it works. I really don’t mind answering his questions or discussing at length, anything he’s interested in. 

Lately however, his response to everything I ask him to do, or NOT to do is… “but why Mommy?”  I used to indulge him with a response.  Until it occurred to me that this was not a case of 4-year-old curiosity.  It was a case of, “state your position so that I might crossexamine you and form my rebuttal.”  I found that I was spending a large part of my day justifying my decisions to my preschool aged child.

The problem is that reason and logic are not always on my side.  He immediately perceives this and begins chipping away at my defenses one question at a time.  He will not relent until he has managed to get me to change my mind or at the very least admitted that my reasoning was flawed.  Other people (a.k.a his father) find this to be so much more amusing that I do.

I’m sure that some day when he’s a Supreme Court Justice I will be so proud and say that it was all worth it, but for now I would be happy to never hear the words “..but why mom?” come out of his mouth again!

In spite of all this I do have one trump card.  It is the only one I have; it is the one nature gave me… “Because I’m your mother AND I SAY SO!”

Thursday June 11, 2009

They were a gift from Aunt Jess.

He wanted to start eating them the minute we got in the car.

I told him he would have to wait.  Waiting is not his specialty.

I came through the front door just in time to see him headed for the bathroom, arms overflowing with bags of cherries.

I suggested that the kitchen sink might be a more convienient  place to wash cherries (not to mention more hygienic).

We like benefiting from Aunt Jess’ connections!

Gideon came in from playing in the yard this afternoon calling my name.

“There’s a ‘tone in my boot Mamma.”

“What was that bud?”

“There’s a sToNE in my BoOt MammA!”

I love his vocabulary!  It was not a rock in his boot; it was a stone.  I used to try to simplify certain words in their story books thinking that I was helping them comprehend the story line better.  Until I heard Jude one day, as he was playing with his plastic alligator saying, “The alligator floated down the dark mysterious river.”  It suddenly dawned on me; he was quoting from one of his favorite Golden Books. There’s no better way for them to learn new words than to hear them in their stories.

This is her new trick.  She clinches her blanket in both her little fists, pulls it up around her chin and then rubs her face against it. In no time she’s fast asleep.

So much of being a mom is about thinking and planning ahead. 

~Defrosting that meat for dinner.

~Getting much-loved blankets in the washer and dryer before nap time.

~Negotiating nursing an infant along with dinner preparations.


 
I find myself always thinking three steps ahead of myself.  Suddenly I look up and realize that special and important things are happening rIghT No
W… and I’m missing them.

Older women stop me all the time and tell me to “…enjoy them while they’re little; they grow up so fast.”  The busy-tired-overworked-mom-side of me wants to ask, “Do you really remember what it’s like to have little one’s under your feet all day?”  But the more rational side of me realizes that it is the voice of experience speaking… and I should listen.
  

Sunday June 7, 2009

 
“Because he’s Gideon.”
This has become the standard explanation for a lot the things he does.

It’s what we say when we catch him eating sugar by the spoonful, or drinking flavored cream right out of the container.

When I found him drinking pudding through a straw, I shrug my shoulders and say…

It’s what we say when he emerges from his bed room dressed in attire completely inappropriate for the season.  Always with a car in one hand and his blue blanket trailing behind him.

He is our little individualist… and occasionally exhibitionist.

We irrigated the front pasture this weekend.  I’m not sure why I bother putting boots on them.  The boys had a new found respect for Riley after they watched him chase, catch, and munch a gopher.

It was a happy weekend.  Just being at home, being around each other.  Mowing and watering our weeds.  Smearing faces with sunscreen.  Eating “otter-pops” on the front porch…

…and scrubbing babies!

We even managed to squeeze in a date night.  It’s always fun to have a date night.  Not just to get away from the kiddos for a bit, but I like the excitement of getting dressed up.  Painting toe nails, putting on a little perfume, lotion on my legs.  It’s like we’re teenagers again and I’m waiting for him to come pick me up in his truck.  He opens the door for me and I slide into the middle seat so he can put his arm around my shoulders.

It’s a little different now.  We both climb into the captain seats of our minivan and our dates end a little on the early side.  But that’s just fine with me.  I like coming home to their little faces.

Friday June 5, 2009


I never lived close to my cousins growing up.  I don’t have a lot of memories of us playing together. 

I’m glad my own children will.


In case your wondering the answer is yes, they are all sharing the same spatula.


I like pictures of cupcakes


Decorating cupcakes is serious business.


Beautiful! You can never have too many sprinkles.


Someone shared with Baby Girl, I’m not exactly sure who.


Mr. Cool giving me the peace sign.

 

Jude said “Mom Gavin couldn’t pedal the bike so I fixed it.”  It’s a little hard to tell but he has a metal hook looped into the front of the bike so he could pull Gav.

Friday June 5, 2009

I was inspired to get the camera out tonight and snap a few pictures.

The boys were being incredibly silly!

At least I had one cooperative subject…

I’ve been thinking a lot about diligence lately.

A clutter free pantry…

Clean socks and p.j.s in the boys drawers…

Planning dinner before three o’ clock in the afternoon…

There are always a million reasons not to do the things I know I should be doing, but the bottom line is; I’m the mamma, and I love being mamma. I am the person who most effects how smoothly our house runs.  I’ve gotten in the habit of letting too many things slide.

I’ve been thinking about diligence in my spiritual life as well.

There are always reasons not to do the things I know God wants me to do.  I get distracted by what other people should or shouldn’t be doing.  He just wants me to be diligent and obedient.

“But as for you brethren, do not grow weary of doing good.”
 2 Thes. 3:13

A quick house update:

We are feeling more and more at home each day.  Gideon has stopped calling it his “new home” and now simply says “We go home now?”.

 
My sweet husband has been using his evenings to tackle some of my “honey-dos”. 

The back pasture has been planted, thanks to a friend who is taking care of the land for us this summer.  The boys and I are anxiously awaiting the arrival of popcorn, sweet corn, cantaloup, watermelon, and squash.