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Monday Please Come!

Is it so horrible that I am ready for my three balls of energy to go to school. It is, I know....just horrible! Today I let them run like crazy men all over the house. Up and down the stairs, in and out of the backyard, screaming, yelling, the whole shabang! And I did not care! It was fun to hear them laugh and tackle and I actually didn't mind that it sounded like they would "come crashing through the sealing" (that is what my mom said). And, I just sat on my computer and ignored it. I guess that's a lot better than threatening to hang them by their shirt collars on the back of a door (that is what my grandfather used to say to my uncle when he was being too loud and crazy). Oh, summer days. They are fun and without order and thank Jesus, they come to an end on Monday!

And the Years Go By!

2010

2006

I am completely amazed as I look at this blog I haven't done for 2 years. They weren't big (see back to school blog below), they were little. And whenever I look back on pictures of them when their faces were chubby, I was able to put the in the clothes I wanted them to dress in, and they are holding hands still, my heart is sad. Oh how the years go by, is the song that seems to play and replay in my head...."oh how the love bring tears to my eyes, all through the changes, the heart never dies, we fight, we laugh, we cry, as the years go by...."

Oh, Lord, help me truly appreciate what you have for me today so that tomorrow there will be no regrets but just sweet memories of the way we were.

Cute but Crazy

Look at these darling faces.  They make my heart melt all the time!  Today Rowan went to his first day of 2nd grade and his teacher told me he was precious. Houston gave me a beautiful picture of ironman that he said he blew kisses in and wants me to keep forever.  George climbed in my lap today and didn't move for 20 minutes...we just sat and cuddled.  Aw!  Moments like these are just PRICELESS!

AND THEN......

they turn into these little monsters!  It's like someone pours psycho serum into their water and they start doing things like, screaming at the top of their lungs while running all over the house.  Tonight, they were tazmanian devils!  Jumping on beds, hanging from the wagon wheel on their ceiling, and pulling my towel bar out of the wall.  Seriously, they are possessed!

6 Pinks and 6 Blues

Welcome Lynleigh Caroline (named after her aunts...Jennifer Lynn, Meredith Leigh, Nancy Caroline) Can't get any cuter than that. What a darling, beautiful baby you are. I can't wait to meet you and hold you and cuddle you and kiss you.

We're all tied up!

The George Grandchildren were always dominated by boys....thanks to the Hall family-Hee Hee. Now, thanks to the Hillgartners, we've got equal amounts of blue and pink. I guess it will be up to Nancy and Philip as to what happens next.

These Days

It’s 9:00pm, the house is quiet
I look back to reflect on the day
And, could it be, I can’t seem to think
My mind has gone away

The kitchen is messy
The laundry piling high
I don’t think I could pick up

another toy If I tried

One little lone flip flop
peeks out from the couch
What’s that I just stepped on
A wooden block, Ouch!

Memories of the day
I simply can’t recall
Wrestling off pee’d on jammies
Poopy pull-ups, a couple falls

Climbing the stairs
To get the other shoe
Climbing them again
I just wish they new…

How to turn off every light
Their so good at turning them on
Sippy cups of spoiled milk
That look and smell like flan

“Mommy, Georgie hit me”
“I want a treat right now”
“What are we doing today”
“I can’t, I won’t, I don’t know how”

“Read these hundred papers from school”
“I need this signed tonight”
“Tomorrow is spirit day”
“Can flies bite?”

I walk through the house
With one thing on my mind
Don’t forget to check on them
I climb the steps one last time

Rowan lying sideways
His covers all astray
Sleeps silently and peacefully
“Lord, keep him safe” I pray

Houston sucks his thumb
Holding his blankie tight
I kiss his forehead gently
“Lord, bless his dreams tonight”

Two going on 12
Georgie's last but not least
I pick him up and cradle him
“Lord,calm him and give him peace”

I pause outside their doors
Sighing with a smile
Another day has past
So I stop a while

And think of Georgie’s saying
“mommy, I love you”
And singing his Bible Songs
“Be careful hands, what you do”

Houston always sharing his cars
“you can have this one”
And hiding under my bed
Laughing and giggling and having fun

I can always count on my Rowan
To help and love and obey
And spontaneously seek me out
For a hug, a kiss, or to play

Lord, as crazy and hard as life always gets
Please help me remember the joys
Of being blessed with little ones
Not one, not two but THREE little boys

And how they smile when they see me
And how they laugh out loud
Their hugs, their love, their silliness
They will always make me proud

Help me to love them better
Than I did the day before
To show them who You are to me
And Oh so very much more

Worst Date

Tonight I went on the worst date since I got married. John was perfect, as usual. We had a friend watch the boys, who were perfect for her. The weather, was perfect. So, what, might you ask, made this the worst date. Well, it was a last minute date, so nothing was really planned and all the good movies worth seeing, we've already seen. So, we drove around chatting, trying to figure out what to do when John abruptly pulls into a shopping center and says, "let's get a massage." Well, this was a shocker. In the 10 years we've been together, John has NEVER gotten a massage. I have asked him to get one with me or to get one to relax and take away the stress. NE-VAH (never). I was thrilled but who would be giving massages at 8pm on a Friday night???? Yes, THE MASSAGE SPACE. It was new and clean and the people were so nice....and rather excited they had customers. Ha! Well, I ended up getting the massage and John sat in the room with me reading a magazine. Go figure. Michael proceeded with the massage. He was good. I like the massage deep and he was really getting the knots out. I was ready to relax and enjoy. "Are you hot?" He asked. "No, I'm fine" More oil, more rubbing, more pain b/c of the knots and what's this? Yes, he was using his arm to massage deeper. "Ok," I thought, "that's normal. But why does it feel cold and wet? Hmmmm? Probably just the oil." More rubbing, more oil. "What just dropped on my leg?" Another deep rub from the arm, right up the calf and thigh. "Was that oil? NOOOOOOOO! It's his hairy, sweaty arm! NO, IT CAN'T BE! Surely that's oil." Now he's massaging my back. "Hmmmm. It's kind of smelly in here. Another hairy arm up my back and another drip of something wet on my arm. There it is again, but on my neck by my hair. Sick! What do I do? What do I say? 'excuse me but please stop rubbing your nasty body sweat all over me' . Does John see that this guy is rubbing his sweat all over his wife? Surely he see's this. This is just disgusting."
When it was over, it was everything I could do not to just be ill. John raced me home to take a hot soapy shower...and yes, he noticed he was sweating and using a towel to wipe himself off every now and then. OMG! I cannot tell you how repulsing that whole experience was. I am officially NEVER going to a walk in spa joint, again. That's exactly what they are...joints. YIIIIUCK! NASTY!
Well, hope you enjoyed my worst date, nastiest story ever!