Unless the Lord builds the house, those who build it labor in vain. Psalm 127:1

Thursday, March 5, 2015

March Madness....

Hello. Happy March! For us it came roaring in with lots of rain, wind and hail. But now it's all clearing up and we are left with beautiful green hills and white mountain tops.

So clear and amazing!

This is our youngest daughters side kick Milo. He follows her everywhere and in the mornings when I peek in on her, Milo is asleep on top of her. I guess here he has decided to help with her laundry.

So raising Ryanne is going to be the title of the first book I write. Here is what is sure to make the cut as one of my entries:

Ryanne: "Oh mom I finally got that boys number from church."
Me: "Umm... what boy and no you aren't allowed to call boys and sit on the phone talking to them."
Ryanne; "Seriously mom he is not even my type. He's all computer and game geek. I want a man who can pump his pecks."
Me: (Choking on my own saliva) "Excuse me? A man that can do what with his what?"
(My husband feels the need to jump in at this point)
Dan: "You do realize she gets this from you?"
Me: "Oh really? Since when can you pump your pecks?"

My cats sit outside of the shower and watch me shower every. single.morning. Ya I know creepy. Anyways, they wait and they wait and they wait for me to be done and then they sit and watch. Yup' that's it they sit and watch the last drops of water drip.drip.drip.drip.drip.drip.drip. Every.single.morning. I'm not sure why it's so fascinating but this is how they roll.

I saw this in a store and had to take a picture of it because really, some days I just want to say,"Forget it all!" And then shove an x-large pizza down my throat. Don't worry I won't. I'm getting therapy for these outbursts.

I'm loving so many things about being a mom right now. But before you log off because you think I am going to brag about how great and perfect my girls are; be comforted in the fact that THIS is NOT that post. I just want to say that life/parenting is funny. It's like the most humbling job you could ever have. The minute you think you might actually have a handle on one area of it, the rug is ripped out along with the mother of the year award you could almost see sitting on your mantel. Sigh....I'm in this weird transition place of counting down the days until my kids can move out because I'm certain they are sucking my last living brain cell and then feeling badly because well, I really do love them and think they are awesome people. But let's be real, I home school. I am with them ALL OF THE TIME. So when our youngest asked if she could go to winter camp with the youth group I obediently(cause that's how I roll..wink-wink!) answered,"I think that is probably okay but you need to call daddy and see if it's okay." All the while writing the check as fast as my little hand could go and mailing the permission slip before she even dialed my husband at work. Whaaattt? Then our oldest asked to go out of town with her friend and her parents for the weekend and again obedience first ladies :) I told her to call my husband at work but was offering to buy her a new bathing suite for the trip I was shoving her out the door for ha! I love them. I love them so much. I just am also loving that they are spreading their wings. They are trying new things and wanting to go out and succeed and fail on their own. I also love that God has given me a peace about it. A peace about my oldest asking to get her work permit and working for someone that has nothing to do with me. It's good. It's the order of things. I'm excited to see what God has for them. I'm excited to grow old with my husband and have that time but this, this crazy season is good. The letting go a little more and a little at a time and watching them seek God in even the little things is good. It's a sweet time. Mostly I sit holding my husbands hand convincing them it's all going to be okay and they are always going to be his little babies ha! He's taking the growing up part very hard.

I also parent a 180lb. dog who by the way wants to be at my feet every single minute of every single day. She's not spreading her wings at all ha! She had to have 5-6" of her tail amputated and is on the mend.She looks even more silly than she did before but lucky for her a mothers love does not go void. Have a happy weekend be blessed!         


Jessica said...

Cute post :)

180 pounds.... Oh my word, haha.

And pumping your pecs, haha! Oh man, that's awesome.

Stacy said...

Yes.. enjoy those girls.. I remember those days so well and wish I could go back to all the kids being homeschooled and under my roof all day.. with me ;-) The years pass so fast!

John Heflin said...

Wow,,, What a post ...
Life sure can be interesting for sure.
Try and laugh everyday.
It makes everything better.