Fun With Our Sons: Blessings on a Wednesday

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Blessings on a Wednesday

Today started like I'd expect a Wednesday to start. With a splitting headache. A hot shower and some Excedrin worked wonders, along with a quick shoulder rub from Derek before he headed off to work. Our boys also helped out by getting along with each other. Braylen took the trash can out front, and Kaleb offered to make his own lunch. They could tell I was not my normal, chipper self. (ha ha...chipper is not a way to describe me on ANY morning!) I dropped Braylen and Kaleb off at school ON TIME, and things were looking up!

Getting Aaron ready for the day went like clockwork, the dog was out in the yard taking care of business, and we were about ready to head to preschool. Then I peeked outside to call the dog in.

The gate was wide open.

Braylen was kind enough to take out the trash, and careless enough to leave the gate open. And the fog is so thick I can barely see across the street. How will I ever find my dog? She never listens to me in the yard, never comes when I call her...and Aaron's going to be late for preschool. I wanted to cry. I opened the door, went towards the gate...and Ginger came running to me through the open gate. Thank you LORD! My dog had a 10 minute head start for freedom and you kept her right here at home.

Feeling lighter than air, I took Aaron to preschool and met a friend for coffee. This Wednesday is sure looking better than most! Enjoying my morning caffeine with such a good friend--what more could I ask for? Running errands by myself, then picking Aaron up from preschool, he jumps in my arms for hugs and kisses--really, can life get any sweeter than this? On a Wednesday? Oh yes. Today is Aaron's afternoon to enjoy several hours at a birthday party. I take him to the party and then...my afternoon is wide open to do anything I want.

So, on this foggy Wednesday, I am doing what I like to do when I'm alone--write in my blog and read a good book. Sometimes it's good to be wrong...Wednesdays aren't always the worst day of the week. God can show me that on any Wednesday He'd like.

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What I've Learned While Raising Boys

You know you're a Cub Scout mom when you end up teaching the salesperon which neckerchief slide goes with which age level.

The boys want to be just like dad, but they want to snuggle with mom.

Snuggling and cuddling can quickly turn into a tickling match with daddy, but mommy avoids the tickling to keep snuggling longer.

A carpeted floor always turns into a wrestling mat.

I don't care how old (or how young) you are; if you are male, you will wrestle on the carpeted floor.

I've never heard the words 'belch' and 'fart' more in my life. Nor the sound effects those words represent.

They'll carry toads and eat dog food. Hand them a toilet brush and they think it's gross.

Why mop the boys' bathroom floor when I can wait for them to do it for me? Three showers later, a towel makes a nice mop.

Courtesy flush=an adult walks by the boys' bathroom and flushes the toilet. Courtesy flushes are standard around here.

Hearing me count to 5 changes my child's behavior, if only for a moment.

I get more practice counting to 5 than I did when I was learning how to count.

Pull-ups should never go in the dryer.

Vacuuming the pull-up pieces out of the dryer at midnight is not unheard of.

Rocks, cars, coins, chapstick, crayons, army men, kleenex, and stickers are all washable, but shouldn't be.

If I want a child to be sick, give him clean sheets.

Band-aids really do make it all better.

My camera batteries will die at the worst time. Like they did at my wedding and the birth of my first son.

When I get mad at my son for spilling his drink, I'll spill mine that same day.

Just when I'm ready to sit down with my lunch, my kids need cleaned up from finishing theirs.

The game "I Spy" works great in a restaurant; not in a moving car.

Dandelion bouquets should be checked for ants before gracing my kitchen counter.

I should always accept a dandelion from my son with delight, for someday they will just be weeds in my yard.

I really do have eyes in the back of my head.

The messier the better--living room, kitchen, toy room--for it means my kids are here with me.

I never turn away a hug from my son--soon enough he won't offer them to me.

Things are always better in the morning.

I can never find the scotch tape in my kitchen drawer, but my son has at least 3 rolls in his desk.

My 5 year old can remember attending a funeral when he was 3, but he can't remember to flush the toilet or shut the front door.

I shouldn't be surprised that my 5 year old thinks I was friends with Mary, mother of Jesus, when he thinks 7 year olds are big kids.

Hiding a purchase from an inquisitive child looks like shoplifting.

The number of bathrooms in a home should equal the number of children. All 3 bathrooms have been used at the same time more than I ever would have imagined.

I'm a selfish, self-centered person. God's cure for that? My 3 blessings.

They really are little for just a little while. . .