So, the past weekend was one of the best that I've had in a while. Not sure why, really. We did nothing special, but I was so appreciative of it. Sure, it was nice to get away from work, but I really was able to have a moment or two to sit back and recognize how blessed we are. Beautiful children. Happy children. Healthy children. Happy family. Yes, I am battling with my issues of wanting to stay home, but....Oh. My. Goodness. We seem to be surrounded by people, events, and situations that are far more heart wrenching than a mother's want to stay home. My heart breaks each time I see a facebook update of children, who are suffering from illness...fighting a battle that no child should ever fight. So, this weekend, I had a little slap of reality....moments that put things into perspective. Lord, please be with those courageous children and their precious families.
On to happier notes...
Yes. This weekend was nice. We were able to do a little shopping and spend time with my parents, siblings, nieces, and nephews. It was great. The weather was nice. The kids were WONDERFUL. They are really growing up. At a restaurant, I had someone come up to us and say, "They are so GOOD and ADORABLE!" Yep. I have to say they are BOTH! :) My stories of their mischief may indicate otherwise, but they ARE really great kids. For the most part, they follow directions, and my heart smiles each time I hear them say, "Thank you," or "My lub you momma." Mallory has gotten on a kick of saying the latter at least FIFTY times a day. It never gets old. EVER. EVER.
I do have a few funny stories from the weekend (which again may indicate something OTHER than SWEET CHILDREN!):
Story One: Makin' Deals
Not sure where all of this talk of making deals has come from. All of the kids are VERY much into making deals. Cameron woke up Saturday morning, saw the sun, and said, "Get up daddy. The sun is out. Dat already the deal!" Later that day, Faith claimed from the back seat, "Ok. We listen to music a little bit, then we watch a movie. That's the deal."
Story Two: Toilet Paper Tail
Faith is too busy. Although she is the girl, who was supposed to be easier to potty train than Cameron, she is the one, who still has accidents. She simply doesn't have time to go. She always comes back with, "It's just a wittle bit!" She knows that just a "wittle bit" doesn't really matter to me, and she knows that I am not a happy momma when these "accidents" happen. I was at the stove on Sunday evening. I hear Faith calling Cam's name. Hmmmm. I turn around to see Faith standing in the living room half naked with a toilet paper tail...yes...coming from her hiney. She is ecstatic claiming, "I have a tail, Cam." I knew something was up...as if THAT wasn't a clue. So, there I go chasing her into the bathroom to find an "accident" that she was trying to clean up herself. GREAT. I was busy telling her, "You need a diaper. I am going to get you one!" She was all upset....especially when we found Mallory hurriedly grabbing diapers and placing them in Faith's panty drawer. BOY DID THAT DO IT....Faith was FURIOUS. All I could do was laugh! Mallory learns from the best....which leads into story three.
Story Three: "My not wear panties...my wear boxa briefs!!!"
Anyone, who knows Cam, knows that he likes to tease. He loves to tell his Poppy that he wears diapers or panties. Of course, in return, my dad torments him about HIS wearing panties. I must get SOME pesty habits from my dad because I decided to do some teasing myself this weekend. As I was folding Faith's princess panties, I told Cam that I would put them in HIS underwear drawer. He laughed it off. Soon, I found a pair of HIS underwear in MY drawer. That little sneak. I can't get ANYTHING on him!!!
Yes. I have crazy kids. I have funny kids. I. AM. BLESSED. :)
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