They make me laugh

Everyone wears goggles inside.

 

My kids are the most hilarious little people. Kevin and I are constantly laughing at the funny things they say and do. Here's a short list of the ridiculously amusing things we see and hear on a daily basis:
1. When Myers was a tiny thing, Kevin started to change his diaper not knowing he had a dirty diaper. Myers stopped him commenting, "You might want to wear gloves, Daddy." First clue that it was time to potty train.

2. Manning was telling Kevin about the Christmas story. He said it was about "Jesus, Mary, Joseph, and the Wise GUYS."

3. Manning got his jacket stuck in my car door the other day. I told him it was fine and not to get upset. He responded with, "You don't even know what FINE is!"

4. Myers asked me why his Mimi and Papa (Kevin's parents) never had any children.

5. After the tooth fairy came the first time Manning lost a tooth, Myers came to me (barely 4 at the time) and said, "Momma, there is no such thing as a fairy that comes and takes your teeth!"

6. I hit curbs. A Lot. Yesterday, Manning commented, "They should make cars that automatically stay on the road when you turn."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ages and phases

I will blog more. I WILL blog more. I will BLOG more. I will blog MORE.

I say it at the beginning of every year and with each year it seems I blog even less. This world of mine is full. There is always something to fold, someone to hold, something to clean, someone to feed. Everyday is busy, even when we don't leave the house. But I am so thankful. I would not have it any other way. I love staying home with these little ones.

Nevertheless, I know one day I will regret not recording these moments. For one, in 2015, I hope to blog about each of my baby's births. I also plan to write about Ruby Kate's allergy and the influence that had on our lives. Big things that changed our lives. Details that I want to remember forever.

A good friend asked me the other day which age was my favorite.

All of them.

There are so many good things about every age we have encountered so far. I already miss the cuddly, sleepy, infant stage. I think I could have 20 babies and still have that ache for a tiny little one.
(Yes,  I would like a couple more. No, not 20.)

But I love the almost one year old phase too. Ruby Kate is so much fun. She is into everything. Trying so hard to catch up with her big brothers. She already says 5 words, more than any of our boys when they were this age. (That whole deal about females speaking way more words a day than males may actually be true!) She loves me so much. The feeling is mutual. I absolutely adore her and I love that (for now) I am her favorite. She is a bright ray of sunshine in our lives.

The toddler age rocks too. A mix of baby and child. Innocence merging with awareness. McCann is almost 3. He is quiet around strangers but LOUD at home. He is hilarious. He makes us laugh til we cry.  In the last 6 months, his vocabulary has increased exponentially. He says the most heartfelt prayers that will bring tears to your eyes. There are moments when he seems like such a little boy. Then he crawls in my lap with his blanket and I am reminded that he is still so small. I am so thankful that he still wants me to hold him.

Preschoolers will blow your mind. Myers is 4. Well, 4 and 1/2 but who is counting? He is. This age completely astounds me. The things they can learn in a few short years is amazing. 5 years ago, he was in my belly. Now, he knows all his continents. I honestly believe he is probably more intelligent than me. He says things that are deeply thought provoking. He is logical to the core. Of all the kids, he looks the most like me. He has deep, prominent dimples that are a wonderful reflection of my momma. When he smiles, I see her.

Then there is my school aged, Manning. My overachieving, so much like his momma, first born. He is so ambitious. He loves to learn and he wants everyone to like him. He hates the thought of others hurting. He is maturing so quickly. I love our talks and that we share a silly sense of humor. He gets me. He sees the stress in my eyes and hears worry in my voice when the others never pick up on it. He loves his baby sister and is so incredibly good with her. One day a while back, he accidently let her fall out of our recliner. He cried worse than she did. He has a heart of gold.

As much as I would like to freeze time and keep my babies at these precious stages. I can't wait to see what they become. I pray for their health, their safety, their future spouses, but mostly for their salvation. I pray they become men and women who love Jesus and live their lives in service to HIM.