A Whirlwind Morning

Wow, this morning was a little craaaaazzzzyyyy if I must say. We totally forgot it was picture day for Shelbi. So I had to pull off one a of my miraculous hair-dos for her....and even Shelbi thought it turned out great. I will have to post the results when we get the pictures back. Taylor needs a haircut in the worst way...his hair is so long that he can do about a 2 inch mo hawk, which he knows that we do not approve of, but has to try any way. Any how, then it was hurry and eat breakfast, I love yous, and then they were gone out the door. WOW!! I am afraid tonight won't be any calmer. Taylor has karate til 6pm and then we have to rush home eat, and then back out the door around 7pm for little league sign ups. Plus I need to sign Shelbi up for some math tutoring. I love being a mom, it keeps me on my toes, and gives me great satisfaction. I definitely would not have it any other way. Until next time....

I love this poem-it says it all......

What is a Mother?

Mothers look different from other women. Their hair isn't always done in the latest style, and sometimes, it isn't done at all.

A mother is a woman who can bake a cake with six other hands helping her and still have it turn out fine.

A mother's shoulders sometimes smells of sour milk, and if you are very observant, you'll notice safety pin holes in her clothes -- even her Sunday best.
Mother's frequently have runs in their stockings, likely as not, Junior didn't park his trike off the sidewalk.

A mother is different. She likes chicken wings and backs and the hamburger that is slightl y burned -- things the kids and Daddy don't care for. She never takes the last chop on the plate, and she always saves the candy from the tray at the club to bring home to the children.

A mother may not have ulcers, but she has versatile tears. They show anger, weariness, hurt or happiness. Once, when Daddy forgot an anniversary, Mother cried. One Saturday, he brought home some chocolates when it wasn't even her birthday or anything, and she cried then, too.

A mother is someone who can repair the kitchen sink with only her hands -- after Daddy spent alot of time trying with tools and plenty of cuss words.

When a mother dies, she must face Him with her record of accomplishments. If she's done a good job of caring for her children, she'll get the most sought-after position in heaven, that of rocking baby angels on soft white clouds and wiping their celestial tears with the corner of her apron.

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I am gettin this!

I really think that I am getting the hang of this. This is so FUN!! I knew if I just took the time to figure it out, it would not take me long, and what better time to do it. It is Saturday morning and the kids are still in bed fast asleep, so it has turned into Mommy quiet time, which is needed every once in awhile. Until next time...........

New Experiences are Grand!

So, this is a new experience for me, and I would like to thank my cousin for sharing hers with me. It was absolutley wonderful, and I knew I needed to create my own as soon as I saw hers. It may take me awhile to get it all figured out, but I will. So please be patient with me.

I did figure out how to upload photos, so here are my two amazing children..... Shelbi is 11 and a blossoming rose full of life and plenty of spunk. Taylor is 9 and is my little martial artist, cowboy, and dirtbiker all wrapped up into one. He is ALL BOY!! I would not have it any other way. They are my life and I love them so much.