Garden of Life

I loved this post this morning. I find it so true. My purple basil is "me time". It seems so good and needed and then very slowly I begin to take more and more until it takes over. Just what Satan wanted.....

He's a mess

It's almost impossible to stay mad at Bo....

I was getting him dressed and he just wouldn't be still. There was none stop jumping and arms flying. Finally I said, "Just be still for five minutes and let me get you dressed!" His response: he waved his tiny little fingers in front of his face and said "I'm cute, I'm cute".

Just moments later he was whining and fussing because I wouldn't let him go. "Timothy, just suck it up. Let me get you dressed and then you can go back to playing." He pops his thumb in his mouth and said, around a mouth full, "I suck it up Mommy."

I was squirting gel out to fix his hair and it made a noise that sounded like passing gas. He looked at me with a twinkle in his eye and said "That was you Mommy."

I wants

I don't get the "I want"'s very often but right now I have three. Two involving plastic surgery and the last is a Kindle. I just learned it even existed last week and now I want to get one for me and for Daddy, Mom would probably never forgive me. No worries Mom I cant afford it anyway.

Looking back

March '07

This is one of my favorite pictures of Bear. Not just because he is so handsome but if you will direct your attention away for the gorgeous brown eyes and look up in the top left corner you will see the flower he piked just for me. My boy loves me so.

Happy Birthday Jeffrey

I guess I will be scheduling all future phone calls for naptime

and no it wasn't just the baby. And unfortunately there is so much more strung everywhere else.

Just some funnies

My baby got sick but didn't have the vocabulary to tell me what was happening to him. I guess vomit isn't a word that little guys use. So he let me know he needed to barf by repeatedly saying "itchies".


Bear clawed Kati at church and even after interrogating and slightly fibbing to him he still wouldn't admit to it. So finally I asked what would Ms. Lisa say if I asked her. "I just didn't want to get any spankings so I lied!" ~~ Well, all I can say is at least he was honest about that.


Timothy thinks it's funny to point to black people at the store and say "Grandma" or "Grandpa"


After admiring a bird in Grandma E's bird bath Bear said, "Why would he want to drink his bath water?"

It's this face that keeps him out of so much trouble

My first two true loves

It's just so danged hot

In the summer this may be the best part of our zoo. You pull this nifty cord and water sprays out over the square.
The kids love it.
Look at this pure joy
Off to the side someone ran so hard he lost his britches.
The water tower is like a beacon. It draws children in from miles around.
And makes them act like.....well, act like kids.


Check out Bugs face. I wish you could all see this side of Kati. She is a hoot. Doesn't Bear's face just scream love

Nothing is safe

I have been on a cleaning out spree. I feel the need to purge my home of things. I hate clutter. I am so much happier in a room with minimal things. That's a hard home to have when you are as sentimental as I am. I save all kinds of things for the memories. I still have a gum wrapper that Jeffrey wrote a note to me on from when we were kids. And I love it. I probably have every letter we ever wrote to each other. Even the silly little notes we would leave on each others cars. I have ticket stubs from when our little brother was sworn in to the army. Leafs that the kids have give me, and rocks. All kinds of things. I love my little things. They make me smile. But clutter drives me nuts. These two worlds don't go well together.

I get silly over the kids toys too. If they had a stint of loving one toy for more than three days then it's so hard for me to let it go. Even if they didn't ever even look at a toy but I know that it was special to whoever bought it for them (I guess that ones just guilt) I have to force myself to let it go.

But lately nothing is safe. Just look at how nice the boys room looks. That makes me happy. There are so many less toys to step over at night. I may have added five years to my life. Things all over the house are getting thrown into boxes or put in trash bags. I am thoroughly enjoying every minute of it.

I have gained two more pounds. I have no reason what so ever to complain, I haven't been exercising. You are not going to believe me but I can really see the two pounds. I know exactly where they went.