Thursday, October 25, 2007

A funny mom video

This has to be one of the funniest things I have ever seen!

Raising 4 children

I got this in an email today, very fitting for my life lately! :)
My husband and I had been happily (most of the time) married for
five years but hadn't been blessed with a baby. I decided to do some
serious praying and promised God that if he would give us a child, I
would be a perfect mother, love it with all my heart and raise it
with his word as my guide.
God answered my prayers and blessed us with a son. The next year God
blessed us with another son. The following year, he blessed us with
yet another son. The year after that we were blessed with a
My husband thought we'd been blessed right into poverty. We now had
four children, and the oldest was only four years old. I learned
never to ask God for anything unless I meant it. As a minister once
told me, "If you pray for rain, make sure you carry an umbrella."
I began reading a few verses of the Bible to the children each day
as they lay in their cribs. I was off to a good start. God had
entrusted me with four children and I didn't want to disappoint him.
I tried to be patient the day the children smashed two dozen eggs on
the kitchen floor searching for baby chicks.
I tried to be under standing when they started a hotel for homeless
frogs in the spare bedroom, although it took me nearly two hours to
catch all twenty-three frogs.
When my daughter poured ketchup all over herself and rolled up in a
blanket to see how it felt to be a hot dog, I tried to see the humor
rather than the mess. In spite of changing over twenty-five thousand
diapers, never eating a hot meal and never sleeping for more than
thirty minutes at a time, I still thank God daily for my children.
While I couldn't keep my promise to be a perfect mother - I didn't
even come close - I did keep my promise to raise them in the Word of
I knew I was missing the mark just a little when I told my
daughter we were going to church to worship God, and she wanted to
bring a bar of soap along to "wash up" Jesus, too.
Something was lost in the translation when I explained that God gave
us everlasting life, and my son thought it was generous of God to
give us his "last wife."
My proudest moment came during the children's Christmas pageant. My
daughter was playing Mary, two of my sons were shepherds and my
youngest son was a wise man. This was their moment to shine.
My five-year-old shepherd had practiced his line, "We found the babe
wrapped in swaddling clothes." But he was nervous and said, "The
baby was wrapped in wrinkled clothes." My four-year-old "Mary" said,
"That's not 'wrinkled clothes,' silly. That's dirty, rotten
A wrestling match broke out between Mary and the shepherd and was
stopped by an angel, who bent her halo and lost her left wing. I
slouched a little lower in my seat when Mary dropped the doll
representing Baby Jesus, and it bounced down the aisle crying,
"Mama-mama." Mary grabbed the doll, wrapped it back up and held it
tightly as the wise men arrived.
My other son stepped forward wearing a bathrobe and a paper crown,
knelt at the manger and announced, "We are the three wise men, and
we are bringing gifts of gold, common sense and fur."
The congregation dissolved into laughter, and the pageant got a
standing ovation. "I've never enjoyed a Christmas program as much as
this one," laughed the pastor, wiping tears from his eyes. "For the
rest of my life, I'll never hear the Christmas story without
thinking of gold, common sense and fur."
"My children are my pride and my joy and my greatest blessing," I
said as I dug through my purse for an aspirin.

Tuesday, October 9, 2007


I am constantly being showed that nothing I have is truly mine. As some of you know, I started a diet last week on my journey to lose some major weight. And everyday since then Madison and Leah want my slimfast shakes and bars. I try to explain to them as they eat their delicious meals that mine aren't as good. But they just don't get it.

So this morning, I go down to start a load of laundry. Only to come back and find Leah drinking my shake. "I drink your chocolate milk!" Of course you do.

Our eventful afternoon

Yesterday we were getting ready to go get Mackenzie from King's and I was changing diapers next to the kitchen. I have no changing table, we just use wherever. Anyway, I was changing Leah's diaper and Vivian and Madison were in the kitchen. I am CONSTANTLY telling Madison to not pick Vivian up or don't pull on her or whatever, and all of sudden Vivian lets out this blood-curdling scream and blood goes everywhere. I leave Leah on the floor with no diaper and run for Vivian. She's bleeding pretty bad from the mouth. So I am trying to keep pressure on her mouth while she's flailing around and call Tim at the same time because someone has to get Mackenzie. I call him 17 times with no answer. By this time it has been 10 min and her mouth is still bleeding, so I call my mother-in-law who lives right by the school to pick up Mackenzie. I then try to nurse Vivian and give her a bottle to calm her down to see if I can look at her mouth. It's been about 25 min at this point and it's not gushing anymore. Then Madison says, "Mama, Leah pee peed on the the floor!" Now wouldn't this have been a perfect opportunity for the child to use her potty skills? Apparently not. Vivian's mouth finally stopped bleeding and I saw that she cut her gum but also cut that frenulum on the top which can cause you to have a space between your teeth. Bonus! Maybe we wont have to have braces for her.

Poor Vivian though. She had a fat lip and it's still swollen today. That was her first bleeding boo boo. Let the games begin!