Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Java

Yesterday and today during lunch…
Me: Luke, would you like some more grapes?
Luke: No. I would like a cup of coffee.
Me: But would you like some more grapes?
Luke: No. A cup of coffee, please.

P.S. This is my 550th post!

Monday, April 26, 2010

Cement Mixer?

On occasion I quietly look
at my boys and imagine
what kind of men they will become.
My onetruelove and I are
raising two boys to become men.
I was reminded today of what
a father of four said at
a parenting seminar held at
our church a month or so ago,
“Children are wet cement and we want them to harden in the right way.”

All of a sudden
I cannot stop looking at my
two and a half year old boy
and my
four month old baby boy
and envisioning them as wet cement
hardening over the next 18 years
into grown men.

Wet cement hardens.
Like it or not
So best to harden the right way.

Does that make me a cement mixer?

Monday, April 19, 2010

New Life, Headlock Style

Without warning Luke
put me in a headlock
screamed HOLY WORD
pushed me over
picked me up
and told me he baptized me.
He clapped.
Then took a bow.

Backyard Addition




Swish

Thursday, April 15, 2010

Ice Cream

Luke, Nolan and I found ourselves
minus our fearless leader last night.
(He was busy at a work dinner)
(In my book that means he was busy enjoying a meal without children and adult conversation.)
We needed something special.
I needed something special.
So I told Luke we were going for ice cream after dinner.
He was happy but skeptical because
much of our dinner conversation went like this:
Luke: Mama, are we going to the ice cream factory after dinner?
Me: Yes.
Luke: Mama, are we going to eat it there?
Me: Yes.
Luke: Oh. Good idea, mama.
So off we went.
The three of us.

Standing in line.





















Watching two tween girls, ignoring ice cream.














On the drive home Luke told me getting ice cream was fun.
Twice.

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

A Small Spike

Loaded up the kids
for Tuesday morning music class
but had to turn around just three houses
down the road because this was in my
left rear tire:
















I’ve had three flat tires
in less than
two years.
I’m amazing.


Best part of the day?
My dad told me to call AAA
right away
because it was going to take
two to three hours
to get somebody out to fix it.
I laughed
smiled
and reminded him I lived in themiddleofnowhere.
45 minutes later a man was in my driveway changing a flat tire.