New One

Airplane

Here I sit and watch you fly

always coming, always going

everyday you pass me by

without a hint or sign of slowing

in your belly i wish to be

when you soar way up above

bring me up, set me free

and take me to the one i love

so sleek and fine, yet you are not

the true love of my life

please take me to the one who is

the one that i call wife.

Turner or Colden

these are different kids. at about the same age. pretty cool, huh?

Pictures

the couch almost exploded with cuteness!

The Self-Reliant Toddler

When people warned me about toddlers, I don't think I realized what they meant. A tiny human who thinks he can do anything you can do, and doesn't want your help (or for you to even look at him while he is trying). Well after millions of complete temper tantrums, and millions of struggles, today I was def reaping benefits from it. Turner, Colden, and I were all in the kitchen. Turner was ready to go to bed, so I went upstairs to lay him down. When I came back Colden was gone. I called out for him and he yelled from the bathroom "I'm in here Mommy." He was sitting on the pot going poo ALL BY HIMSELF. Now, he hasn't gone anywhere other than in the potty for about 6 months, but I usually have to be in the room, or at least close. Well, this time, he didn't even yell out that he was going. He just went.

Now, if we could only get him to wipe himself......

Kick-Off

The new year of PWOC starts today. I am so excited to see everyone, see what studies are offered, and see what God has in store for all of us! It is now located right by our house, so unless it is raining, 111 degrees, or really cold and windy, we will be walking.

I am really excited about this new season of life! We are entering a new phase of the deployment. The middle 6 months are the easiest. You get used to them being gone, and you start living life not worrying about them at every second. It is still hard, but you just get used to it. :)

taking it one day at a time.

HOW FAST DOES TIME GO? Why do I constantly rush around rushing through the days? How did this.......

turn into this.......?

A Poem for us Busy Momma's

Mother, O' Mother, come shake out your cloth,

Empty the dustpan, poison the moth.

Hang out the washing, make up the bed,

Sew on a button and butter the bread.

Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?

She's up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.

Oh, I've grown as shiftless as Little Boy Blue,

Lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo.

Dishes are waiting and bills are past due,

Pat-a-cake, darling, and peek - peekaboo.

The shopping's not done and there's nothing for stew,

And out in the yard there's a hullabaloo.

But I'm playing Kanga and this is my Roo.

Look! Aren't his eyes the most wonderful hue?

Lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo.

The cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow,

But children grow up, as I've learned to my sorrow.

So quiet down cobwebs; Dust go to sleep!

I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep.

~ Ruth Hulbert Hamilton