C & the School Bus

Usually C just gets on the bus & I yell after him, "Have a good day buddy! I love you!" Today though, as the bus pulled up to our stop, he says to me very seriously, "Bye Mom, I'll miss you, and I'll miss my toys too, Medix & Hoist." (Transformer Rescue Bots have made a resurgence in playtime...watch out Batman...lol) ;)

A Thank You Note to Mr. O

I found out today that an old friend had passed away. I was deeply saddened by his passing yes, but more saddened by the fact that I learned that he had cancer & had been sick in the hospital for some time.  I could point fingers at this person or that, saying why didn't you tell me, but really, where would that get me now. I don't know why I didn't know, but wish I had. I would have sent him a card, written him a note, and visited him in the hospital.  The inner torment of things we don't know until its too late.

He was my Sunday School teacher, my AWANA leader, and my friend.  Every time I saw him he would tell this story about how as a kid me & my friend Tina had taken his shoes at this one event & hidden them in the mail box because we said they were so smelly.  Its so silly to write, and a pretty ridiculous thing to do, something my 4 year old son would do now.  He actually once told C that story, that his mommy had stolen his shoes once. That was probably the last time I saw him. Im sad because I hope he wasn't alone...I hope people told him that he had blessed their lives. I should have. His children lived far away, one was a missionary I believe, and I never knew his wife.  He always seemed so sad & lonely in the later years after he stopped working with kids due to terrible, meddling, busy-bodied  gossips. I'm sorry if that sounds harsh, but it was true. I don't think he ever got over that. It changed him. I wish now I could have told him thank you.

So perhaps it may be silly & a bit lame & far too late, but I will write my thanks here... Thank you Mr. Olmsted. Thank you for being the man of God & wonderful teacher that you were. You blessed the lives of so many, young & old, but young especially. "Thank you for giving to the Lord...I am so glad you gave."

Building Forts

So as of late there has been a lot of fort building in our living room. It involves all things therein including chairs, toys & of course couch cushions. At the end of the day C doesn't want the fort taken down, but after the boys have gone to bed what do we do? Do we leave the fort up?...yes, sometimes we do, but other times not, but then of course there is one sad little boy in the morning. Oh the dilemma.  :)

Building forts with my boys now, I am reminded of how when I met B, in the early days of our courtship, we built a fort in his parents living room one night. No, we didn't meet at the age of 5 like you might now be thinking, but actually in our early 20s. Looking back on moments & memories like these, I realize I have been blessed to find a kindred child-like spirit in my husband. These days though it seems the weariness of the day & it's trials make our child-like joy less vivid. Thankfully our sweet boys embody the joy we once & still do try to capture as we grow older. I don't remember why we did it, and it seems so silly now, but we built a fort out of couch cushions in B's parent's living room one night....I think I knew I loved him before that, but that was pretty cool too.

Even at the end of a most harrowing day, I feel so blessed....& really, truly I can't complain.

I sit here writing with a full heart, but even so my brain cannot let go of the fact that I have a sink full of dishes & pots & pans to wash too. Then I have the multiple laundry baskets full of laundry folded but not put away...sigh. My house is an organizational disaster & I truly am a combination of both my parents who are both pack rats in their own ways. My husband is the same & his parents are too & together he & I are a super-sized disorganized disaster. Then on top of that we have our 2 wild boys to add into the mix. Yesterday I texted one of my brothers that I felt like my life was spinning out of control. My 4 year old was having a melt down of epic proportions as he tends to do when upset or disappointed & my 1 year old wouldn't nap & water had just gotten spilled all over the floor, and on & on it went. I want to call Super Nanny & the Clean House crew. I'm too disorganized to even organize a garage sale for all this stuff.  I used to watch the old TLC show Clean House right after C was born 4 years ago...if only I'd been cleaning then, perhaps things might not have gotten this far.  

Last night C & mowed the lawn at 7pm for daddy with C's "not a toy" lawn mower & E discovered how to use a squirt gun in the bath tub & is still today so, so proud of himself....it's pretty much the funniest thing ever.

My boys are wild & my boys are wonderful. They make me cry, but mostly they make me laugh.

Hope to get an iphone soon so maybe I can be an actual blogger...watch out world...hope you're ready for my ramblings.