Boys Take Care of Their Mommas

This morning I was feeling yucky and laying on the couch.  My son went into the kitchen and emerged with a cup of water for me.  How sweet!

An Observation

It’s funny.  Ever since the time change I have been reading a lot more to my kids.  It seems like our evenings are much longer, simply because we’re not playing outside until six o’clock.  So, after dinner and clean-up and baths and jammies we still have time on our hands.  Good thing I went to the library this week!!!  I think it’s a good thing and so I will appreciate the darkness creeping in ever so early and sit down and read a good book to the little ones.  Now, if I could only figure out how to run out their energy before the sun goes down we’d be good to go!

I have to run because the 3 year old just told me he had a beaver or a fever (from the bathtub).  Either way it must be serious!

7 1/2 Weeks Left….

Oh My!!!!

We all know that due dates are a bit arbitrary, but there’s only 7 1/2 weeks until mine. Aaahhh. This is very exciting, as we can’t wait to meet our newest little man. Yet, there is so much to be done. It’ll be great to see how the Lord works it all out. I don’t think I’ll soon forget the look on the lady’s face at the bakery when she asked if I was about ready to deliver. When I told her I had 2 months to go, she looked so worried and pained as she stared at my watermelon belly. It was a crack-up. If only she could have seen me with my first! Fun, fun. I look forward to many more conversations like that in the next few weeks. Hey if you’re huge, you might as well use it for a few laughs.

You know you’re nesting when…

1) You stay up late at night dreaming of organizing your linen closet and pantry. Oh, and the kid’s closet.

2) You contemplate ironing your sheets. (If you know me in real life you know that this is so NOT me.)

An Ode to the Husband and the Lord who made him

My husband is the best!  I on the other hand am quite emotional (not always a bad thing), and am nearing the end of this pregnancy.  Last night it was time for the little ones to go to bed…no, it was REALLY time for them to go to bed.  So, promptly after dinner we put them to bed.  Usually my boys are great helpers when it comes to clearing the table and helping with the clean-up.  After we put them to bed I walked back into the kitchen to see dinner still on the table, a floor to be swept, napkins to be washed, and dishes in the sink.  No helpers…suddenly I didn’t know where to begin.  Could it even be accomplished; this daunting task? 

Enter my man.  He quickly surveyed the situation and the state of his wife, and took charge.  “You load and I’ll rinse.”  In minutes the table was cleared and dishwasher loaded.  He didn’t know it, but as I brought him dishes I silently cried.  What a sweetheart.  Even more than that, I could tangibly see God’s care for me.  He knew how tired I was, and kindly prompted my husband to help me.  It was not necessary.  I didn’t deserve His grace to me, but that’s how God is.  So, last night I felt not only my husband’s love and care for me but the Lord’s.  Totally humbled. 

***Disclaimer: Please do not take this to mean that my husband does not normally help out.   It was just an especially needy moment I was having, that I wasn’t going to bother him with.

Funny Words

Our almost 3 year old and I had this conversation at breakfast this morning:

“Mom, my legs hurt.”

“Sometimes when your legs hurt, it means you’re growing.”

“I don’t want them to grow, I want them to stay tiny.”  (you have to picture it with genuine sincerity, and a great pouty face!)