Wednesday, August 26, 2015


Sometimes your big, super-hero-loving-brothers take it upon themselves....

And sometimes it's right before your nap, and you don't wanna be a super hero.

Sometimes two boys see a video about making "cookie pops" and ask their mom day after day, after day, after day, to make them. One day their mama is tired of saying "no" and says "yes" instead.

And then their mama finds that she can use them to enhance and encourage good behavior ....and may have used that to her advantage. (desperate times require desperate measures)

Sometimes you bring out daddy's old baseball mitt and you see visions of what's to come as they grow up.

You realize your almost five year old has a pretty good arm. And your middle swings and misses, but does so without breaking his ear-to-ear grin the entire time. And you smile, because...that grin!

Then you think to yourself, never in a million years would I have ever guessed I would be trying to teach two toddlers the game of baseball.  The game you dreaded the most in P.E. Then you realize it's much more enjoyable playing with a team who forgets to put the bat down when they run, think that "strikes" are funny, wander off the "field" to pick slivers out of their toes, and turn the cones used as bases as their megaphones. definitely much more fun.

Sometimes the bumbo gets more use from your almost three-year-old. And you decide to keep it around awhile longer.

And that same three-year-old makes you question whether or not you will EVER do another family vacation again.

Tantrums that lasted hours before every nap and bed time.....and have carried over to an every night fiasco at home. But we WILL take vacations again, because between the screaming battles there were lots of fun. And mom got to actually pick up a real book, a few chapters!

Sometimes you look at your life and think "I don't deserve them. I'm not good enough for this. I don't have enough patience, gentleness, kindness. How did God ever think I had what it takes."

But then you take a look around, past the toy strewn floors, these are your people. You need them as much as they need you.

Your boys.Your people.

Yes, my people indeed.

And sometimes you just can't get enough of them

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