Monday, June 3, 2013

Hello Obvious

Kids will be kids. Sometimes mine drive me up the wall but I am still realizing that every day is one less that I will get to spend with them at this age. When Warner is crying (seemingly) incessantly and needs to be held all the time because he is getting four teeth in at once I need to stop and realize that he needs me. I am the one and only person in the world that gets this responsibility to be his mommy. When Lincoln is running away from me in the grocery store loudly proclaiming that he needs to go poop in the potty, I am the one and only person in the world that gets this responsibility to be his mommy. When Dylan is having a hard day because he says no one was nice to him and he's only the third highest at math in his class, I hug him because I am the one and only person in the world that gets this responsibility to be his mommy. Sure my kids are a handful, but my hands are pretty big and they are getting a little bit more coordinated at this parenting thing. Instead of complaining all the time I took some time to look through the things that make my boys great. The little things that God provided so I don't completely lose my mind :)

They all have a unique sense of humor. Lincoln trying not to smile while he starts to figure out how to "pump" on a swing. 


At least they are all good for someone at the grocery store (Daddy took them all by himself and sent me this picture). 

They all have a great sense of self confidence. That tiny blue figure at the end of the grass line is Warner exploring. This is probably the farthest he has knowingly and purposely gotten away from me. 

They have a piece of my heart and a little of my looks. 

They all three sleep in the car at the same time, every now and then. 

They mostly eat their vegetables without complaint. Lincoln loves broccoli more than anything and really, can I complain about that? I have promised the boys that as long as I have some in the fridge, I will never tell them they cannot have any more vegetables. They seem to think that is pretty cool. 

My die hard spirited child is potty trained fully, including underwear at night, before he was even three. What? Yes, I fully thank God for one easy thing with this one!

1 comment:

  1. You sure know how to enjoy mothering while you're mothering rather than enjoying it in hindsight like most people do.You have the sweetest boys and they have an awesome mom!! (and dad too--love the picture of them in the grocery store.)

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