Welcome to the great therapy session of the week! Hop on over toMckMama's blog to check out what everyone else and their kids haven't done this week.
I most certainly did not just get home from open house with my daughter. She isn't starting Kindergarten. She didn't just ask me if she could ride the bus on the first day of school, and when I said no, she didn't say, well then can I just walk to my class alone? Not my little baby girl.
I didn't have to set up a kids email account for that same five year old today.
She and her three year old brother certainly aren't more computer savvy than I. That would be sad.
Speaking of that five year old, last week when all of my friends' kids were here she didn't say something to the effect of 'I'm getting the children a Popsicle'. Umm, kid, you're five, what do you think you are? ha. She's not a total mother hen!
My three year old son most certainly didn't paint his fingernails again. But this time, instead of going through Mommy's things, he didn't just use a dry erase marker. That would be really creative though, you know, if my son had painted his nails...
One day this week my son informed my mother that he needed to go pee. She said, you know, if you can tell me you need to go pee, you could tell me you need to go poop, and you wouldn't need to wear pull ups any more. He said, Mimi, I can't, it won't come out. She said yes it will, it comes out in your pull up, you could certainly poop on the potty. She said besides, you know that you can't go to school if you aren't potty trained. When she said that, he most certainly didn't look at her and say, well, they won't let you start school until you're 5, so I'll get potty trained then.'
I didn't spend an amazing hour in wresting around in the bed with the best kids in the world last night. They do not have the best personalities, and when listened to, really, really listened to, are not the funniest kids I've ever met. They don't get their morbid, totally inappropriate sense of humor from their Mother. That's all their Daddy's side of the family :)
Speaking of their Daddy, they don't totally love that man to death. :) I don't either :)
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.