I am very much convicted this morning by one of my favorite bloggers, JMom, who is raising triplets just a little bit older than my "twins". Please take a couple minutes to read this post.
A Sister
Garrett has been requesting a baby sister for some time.
I promise I do not put him up to it.
At the dinner table the other night, he said, "I want a baby sister. [pause for response] I want a white baby sister."
Rick and I both looked at him as if he had antlers growing out of his head, because we would never even dream of requesting a white baby. If we adopt again, we'll keep the brown thing going.
"A white baby? Why?," I asked.
"Because brown girls only speak Chinese or Spanish," he explained.
I've laughed about his thought process for days now. I guess I should explain to him that brown girls can speak English, especially if they grow up in an English-speaking family.
2x4
I was hit by the proverbial two by four the other day, when my boys brought home their professional school photos.
My boyS brought home school pictures. All three of my little men are in school now. No more babies. They're all grown up.
It's taken me seven weeks, but...
SMACK!
Right in the forehead.
And the heart.
The Three Musketeers
Occasionally, the boys will dress alike by their own choosing, and it makes me smile.
Goodness, I love those three musketeers!
With the cooler weather, we tried riding our bikes to school earlier this week. The boys were thrilled.
I'll let you in on a little secret. Those smiles didn't last the entire ride. There was some complaining on the way, but after a come to Jesus meeting, we persevered and made it to school on time. And their smiles were restored.
My Girl
My girl, Edie, came to Texas for 6 days. Her parents were at an out-of-town wedding and asked my mom if she would keep the girl. I'm sure they had to twist my mom's arm. Mom certainly had to twist mine when she asked if I could keep her during the weekdays so that she could work.
"You want me to keep her all by myself? While my boys are at school? You mean I get her ALL to myself? Heck yea! Sign me up!"
My girl and I had a good time.
This girl is full of personality and oh so much fun! She's also very squeezable.
She loved my stairs.
She loved my grocery basket.
She loved Uncle Rick's piano.
She loved my dog. And I loved her pigtails.
She loved her aunt "Maymee", but this is as close as she would get to her namesake, my Memaw.
She loved Uncle Rick.
She loved the boys' bike helmet.
Her dada came to get her, and I didn't let her go without a fight.
Edie, let's do it again, girl!
On Raising Boys
With a house full of little men, I never know what I'm going to find in different nooks and crannies around the house. I've found acorns in the dryer, used kleenex in clean linens, and bouncy balls in my underwear drawer. I should not have been surprised yesterday when I opened my oven to find a marble.
Not only do I wonder how it got there, but how long has it been there? And who is responsible? The things boys do....
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