My family has grown recently by + four. I'll explain it eventually but for now it is what it is.
So life is full and crazy and busy and there is not much time left at the end of the day for anything. Least of all blogging. HOWEVER, because my life is so crazy full and hectic I need to take time to release and remember because all to soon I'm going to miss this so... I am promising myself that no matter what every single day I am going to write something. That way, when I am old and grey and don't remember who I am or who anyone else is I will be able to read this crazy blog and remember. I mean the Mr. is great but he isn't going to write our life story out as Noah Calhoun did for Allie. No, it's definitely up to me to do the writing... so that is what I am going to do.
Today Mr. buried his Pa-Paw, well not literally but he was there when it happened. He went alone because we don't have a babysitter these days and dragging our boatload of kids to the funeral home wouldn't have been smart. Pa-Paw saw many many years and lived a full life and now it is over. Just like that. I think of all that he left behind, all the kids, and grandchildren, & great grand kids ... and how life is a cycle so SO short and I know I'll blink my eyes and it will be my turn to be lowered down into the cool damp earth. My body and time all used up. The only part of me left here on earth will be my children and their's. My days are weary and long but I know they have value because what I sow into these little minds and hearts the world will reap for generations. I want to sow well. I must sow well. Lord, I know I can't but you can. Please help me to sow well!
I am a little over a week and a half into parenting boys... wow.... talk about a learning curve! So there are a few things I've learned in my short time as Momma of Boys. Here is the highlight reel of the first 11 days...
1.) They are never not hungry. Seriously. I don't know how I am going to keep them fed. I need some new recipes. Something hearty and frugal that I can make and dish out by the gallons. For years everyone who has spent time in my home eating meals at my table has made fun of how I cook entirely way to much, as if I am feeding an army. We usually can eat on leftovers for a week around here and still end up shamefully tossing the last bit to the dogs because we get sick of it. Not any more. Those oversized meals were practice for the present day. Every meal EVERY BITE gets eaten and as I dish out each spoonful I'm praying that it is being multiplied as miraculously as the fish and loaves.
2.) Having twins is so much fun and a dream come true! Having twins that are almost four years old and still pooping in their undies on a daily basis, not so much. I hate potty training. Utterly detest it. Did you know care must be taken to keep certain little sensitive body parts *cough* from being accidentally slammed between the toilet bowl and seat. I didn't. I do now. I know, I know! I'm the WORST mother EVER . Seriously, any pointers in this arena appreciated because I have a sweet little potty training boy who cries every time he is told to try to go to the potty and that was BEFORE his traumatic accident today. Now I don't know if we'll ever get into undies successfully. Poor kid hears mention of going to the potty and he runs screaming "I is scared! I IS SCARED." over and over again. So far I've failed this child. I'm so SO sorry, I'll do better.
3.) Boys can grab a branch of a tree from the ROOF of the playhouse and climb down to the ground successfully and they WILL teach their little sister how to do this and they WILL post a watch at the door to signal when Mom is coming to keep from getting caught. Dearie me, I don't know what to do about this one. I remember being a kid who climbed trees even though I was told not to. I remember doing it anyway and I survived and I decided I didn't want to be the Mom who said not to because I know they are going to do it anyway but I don't want to be the Mom whose kid falls out of the tree nor do I want to be the one whose constantly yelling at them to keep their feet on the ground but I don't want them to fall when trying to keep from getting caught because we all know they are not going to obey in this unless I cut down all the trees and really its not practical nor pretty to cut down all the trees.... {breath}.... I don't know what to do. Lord, protect my tree loving little cherubs and give me wisdom in this. I guess it is worth mentioning that I think this does look incredibly fun and if I was several pounds lighter I would SO be doing this with them, but of course they don't need to know that. *ahem*
4.) Boys think about girls WAY to much WAY to early. My 9 year old has already been asking me dating advice pertaining to asking the girl three doors down 'out.' Yes, I so did the Mom thing and asked him where he was asking her 'out' to. He was not amused. And of course the preteen is begging to ride the church van tomorrow {even though we figured out a seating arrangement that is workable and riding the van on Sundays is no longer necessary} JUST so he can see two giggly girls again that he thinks are 'hott.' Help me Lord I am not ready for this I am not ready for this I am not ready for this.
5.) Boys have two settings. Loud & deafening. Mostly they stay on deafening though.
6.) Boys are happiest covered in dirt, in fact if you have a three year old crying because you made him try to use the potty and he 'is scared' of getting his winkie smooshed {again} just take him outside and sit him in the mud. He'll stop crying and play happily. In fact if you have a boy unhappy about anything and you need the tears to stop just toss him in the dirt. It will cure pretty much ANY ailment they suffer from. Boy + Dirt = Happy In fact, I think it can also be said that Boy + Mud = Deliriously Happy
I have SO much more to learn about boys. Any tips/pointers from you Moms of Boys out there is greatly appreciated. It has so been weird going from outnumbering the Mr. 4 to 1 to us girls now being outnumbered!
I got to take my sweet {not so} little family to the park today with me while I worked. Seriously, it doesn't get much better than that. I love getting to turn something I love into a way to help buy my munchkins ice cream cones. I love it. I was thinking about quitting for a while to focus on my kiddo's, but so long as I can take them with me and pay for the ice-cream when I'm done I think I'll keep doing it. I like capturing the beauty in others. I like helping others to see the beauty in themselves. It really does make my heart happy.
I think it is worth mentioning that my body has started today for the third time this year to revolt and do the most horrific thing imaginable. It's a few short months shy of a year since we got the saddest news in the world, and yet in that time God has worked a miracle. Not the miracle I had desperately begged for three different times this year, but a miracle that has resulted in MORE lives added to this family than were lost and that is worth mentioning. Definitely worth remembering. I may elaborate one day but for now I PRAISE HIM for HE has a plan despite the evil that intends to hurt and destroy.
Well it is
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