Welcome to Not Me! Monday. The blog carnival started by MckMama, so we can all confess all those horrible things we feel guilty about that we didn't really do. To check out what everyone else hasn't been doing this week hop on over to her blog and check it out!
To start me out, something funny for your laughing pleasure. I didn't just have this conversation with my VERY intelligent five year old daughter: Her: Mommy? Me: Yes honey? Her: I would like to buy a dog. Me: Oh really? (does anyone hear the sarcasm in my voice? I promise you its there!) Her: Yeah, or something smaller like a zebra that I can keep in it's cage forever. Me: Let me get this straight. You want to buy a dog, or something smaller like a zebra that you can keep in a cage? Her: yeah, a zebra. Me: Umm, Okay, I'll talk to your Daddy about that one. Her: I meant when I was a adult mommy!
Like I was a complete dork for thinking she actually thought we'd let her get a zebra. She'll just wait til she's an adult. Well, okay then
My three year old son has not been named at church 'The Shoeless Wonder'. I make sure they're always completely dressed appropriately and they always have shoes on. I mean, they could step on a thorn or something, and I wouldn't want my babies getting hurt.
Three times this week, when my kids were filthy, I certainly didn't just put them in the them in the tub and let them play for like an hour until all of the dirt had dissolved.
My daughter is NOT, NOT, NOT starting school in just a few short weeks. Okay, like six, but still..
I didn't want to strangle my son several times this week. Again. Like the time I walked into the kitchen and found him with an cracked egg in his hand, trying to get the yolk to go into a bottle of water. I seriously cleaned it up right then and didn't just leave the yolk ring on the floor.
This past week I also didn't clean my whole house (minus bedrooms) only to find it destroyed the very next day. My kids are so helpful, and never leave toys, clothes, blankets, shoes, etc lying all over the place!
I have a million funny things to tell you bc I remember everything that happened this week and my days don't all just run together...
Oh yeah, one more. One night while laying in bed with my husband, I wasn't crying. I wasn't feeling lonely and generally depressed. I didn't say 'look me in the eyes and tell me that you love me as much as you did they day we got married'. Now, if I had said that, my loving husband certainly wouldn't have, without a beat, said 'of course I love you Baby. I love you even more than I did then. Your Daddy paid me good money to love you.'
I just have one question. Where's the money buddy? :)
I'm a wife. I'm a mom. I'm a photographer. I'm a lover of Jesus. My house is a mess, my kids are dirty, we eat take out more often than not. My life is loud, busy and crazy. And that's okay with me.
This is Eric, the man you've been praying for. He's a paramedic. He quilts in his spare time. No, I couldn't make that up :) He has NASH (a form of liver disease, non-alcoholic) and diabetes, but those things don't define him. He's a man of God, an insanely wonderful husband, and the best daddy in the world.. Just ask these guys..
Our daughter Ali, she's 9. She's fiercely opinionated and strong willed. She's a Daddy's girl, but the umbilical cord hasn't but cut from me, either. She's a gymnast, and proud of it. She spends more time upside down or turning flips than she does walking. She's crazy smart, and absolutely sure of it. She is my insufferable little know it all.
Our son Dylan, 7. We lovingly refer to him as Chubs. Or Chubby. Or fat boy. Ahem. He is all boy, as you can see by his crazy wild energy. He has the highest pain tolerance of any child I have ever met. He plays soccer and does gymnastics, but truly he is a gamer, a nerd. He is an avid reader and loves to climb. Not to be outdone by his sister, he's a drama king, but to him, I'm the best mommy in the world.
I'm here to use my voice. So many people can't. In a world of darkness, I just want to help God's light to shine through. I pray that my words are His, and my love is His, as well. This is my journey through the darkness. To start are the beginning of the story, click here.