Just a family

Up against a wall

2009-12-02T03:12:00.000-08:00

Eyes focused on the same spot.

Feeling the need to move forward, but the Lord

has you standing in the same place, day after day.

The mortar uneven, the clay cold, the view viewless or so you think.

Having the urge to look around and see what everyone

else is looking at. Knowing it will sew discontent, knowing it will pull you

away from your spot.

Their view must be better than mine.

The Lord must have them standing in beautiful fields with flowers

putting out their smell and the sun shining down, their faces

brown from it.

"If we complained less and were more thankful, we would be happier, and God would be more

glorified. Every day thank God for ordinary mercies. Let us thank Him that we are not among the hopeless or confined among the guilty; let us thank Him for liberty, for friends, for family and comforts.

Let us praise Him, in fact for everything that we receive from His generous hand.

If you roam the universe, you will not find another friend like Jesus; if you could have all the comforts of life but lost your Savior, you would be wretched' but if you win Christ, then you could rot in a dungeon and even there find peace. If you live in obscurity or die hungry, you will still be satisfied with favor and will be full of the goodness of the Lord." C.S Spurgeon

Let your feet stand firm on the ground God gave you. Be thankful for the view.

Is it raining? Be thankful for the rain. Is it a beautiful view? Be thankful. Is it lonely where you're

standing? Know your Father is standing next to you. Your view will change but first you have to stand until the Lord changes your season, until He changes your view.

Let no one challenge you to leave your post!

We are on a high-calling and it is essential we stand.

Without murmuring and complaining

Just stand!

Katie says it best...

2009-11-30T16:06:00.000-08:00

I complain about the dumbest things. Forgive me Lord...
Let us all remember our place.

Words from Katie:

"A week ago today, I turned twenty one. I sat in awe as I celebrated with 14 beautiful girls who call me Mommy. (Ok one actually calls me "Maamaaaamammaaa") I wondered why God chose me, little ole twenty one year old me, to be entrusted with so much. There is nothing greater than the responsibility of raising a child to love Jesus. Except maybe raising 14. Words are escaping me. Two years ago today, two we moved into this home. In the last years I have learned more about Jesus, about myself, and about life than I ever could have imagined. I am so thankful. So, so very thankful for the life you have given me Jesus, for entrusting me with so much when I deserve so little...Last Thursday as I was meeting with some women in the village of Masese, one of them got a call from her brother that there was a child dying near the local steel mill and did she know anyone who could help... So it was off to the steel mill where I met the sickest little boy I have ever seen (I know, I know, I say that every time, but I am serious.... God just gears me up for it a little at a time...) David looked merely dead, breathing shallowly as I took his naked, 15 pound, 4 year old body into my lap. His mom was "scrapping", or digging around the steel mill for nickel-sized pieces of scrap metal that she may be able to sell for 2 cents. As we waited for her to come back, I felt sure that this child was going to breathe his last at any moment. When she got back to their closet-sized home, she explained that her husband had left her for another woman last year when she miscarried (often viewed as a curse in rural villages). Since he has been the only one providing an income for her, David and her other 3 children, and since she had never been to school, she began the practice of picking scrap metal. In just 30 minutes in her yard, WITH shoes on, I cut my feet twice... It broke my hear to think of all the physical pain she was having to endure every day as she cut her hands and feet trying to find this metal that may sell for enough to buy them a small sack of corn flour. She cried as she explained that they had not eaten in three days because no one had wanted to buy her metal. I felt certain that David would not make it through the night, and I am guessing I do not have to tell you what happened next. I scooped him up, put him in the car and took him home where my sweet, loving girls welcomed him with open arms, and we gave him all the ORS and Pediasure he wanted :)The next day at the hospital, we found that David had sickle cell anemia, which was worsened severely by his chronic malnourishment. While they gave him his blood transfusion, I was very thankful for a doctor that, though he may not know it all, knew more than me. I watched David like a hawk all weekend, making sure he had lots to eat and drink and all his medicines and vitamins at the right time, but he continued to weaken after the initial improvement following his transfusion. He cried all the time as it hurt his little body to sit, to stand, to lay... just to be. He finally gained the strength to stand, but shook the whole time. This morning, when his feet began to swell, I took him to the hospital where I asked that he be admitted. Though they won't do anything different, I imagine, I want his mom to be able to sleep with him and I will feel better with someone who knows more than me about sickle cell supervising. Please pray for sweet David tonight...At the same time all this was going on, three of my children have had very high fever's and Patricia has had severe pneumonia (they are all doing so much better now, thank you Jesus.) Sleep was infrequent for this Momma and I had a lot of time to just ponder the fragility of life".......................
Read the rest here

Making strangers brothers

2009-11-30T09:18:00.000-08:00

He was born in an African village some 60 miles from the nearest town.

His floors were dirt and the sun was for power.

His water, unclean.

Only the strong survived and he was amongst them.

His heart was a mess and his life hung in his mothers arms.

He was destined to live his life somewhere else.

To leave his only sister, to fight the fight of survival.

His life lived out across an ocean some thousands of miles away.

I was destined to be his mom. Our lives intertwined like the branches

of a grape vine.

His little life so fragile and so dependent on me who came

all the way across the world to retrieve him and bring him to a little plot of land

in the middle of the country. A country farm for him to run and play and grow

and be loved.

To live.

Not all the same skin but it matters little now as his branches

mingle with ours.

Just a vine praying to bear fruit.

Allowing the Lord to so tangle our hearts that

you can't tell us apart.

Learning to love one another as brothers and mothers,

sons and fathers.

Choosing love

Choosing to dig a well instead of filling one in.

Choosing to put myself and our family on the front lines

and finding ourselves overcome with love.

Celebrating the week the Lord brought Joseph Turner

to America.

Celebrating that He used us.

Can we walk away from the pursuit of happiness

2009-11-25T10:17:00.000-08:00

He lived a plain life.

He came from a plain, poor family.

Messed up relationships in those families.

He had people that didn't understand him.

He watched as his mom had to suffer the death of a child.

He taught like I teach, I wonder if like me, He wondered if

His disciples ever "got it". He seemed to repeat himself alot..:)

He welcomed little children in His lap.

He forgave.

He had friends who betrayed Him and He still kept loving.

He didn't go boil some drug to calm His nerves, He kept on

because He knew that what He was doing was hard work, but

it was a work He alone could do.

He couldn't pay someone else to do it.

I wonder if He ever looked heavenward and said

"Could you make all of this better?"

Do I believe He wants me to be happy?

Yes, but do I believe my happiness is His top priority?

I want Him to make my life painless but it hasn't been without pain.

His letters to me tell me to have joy and contentment in all things.

Some of the most incredible people I have met are not the richest or prettiest,

but the ones that have lost much and are still able to serve others on the other side.\

Still able to be happy inspite of

death

loss

fatigue

failures

There's alot of people who spout knowledge and I appreciate that, but the ones that

inspire me are the ones that have lived through it and are on the other side still praising the

Lord. They seem to have a brokenness to them. They seem to know their place.

To know that their desires didn't win out

they suffered and lived to tell about it

To know our place.

That our happiness and our desires

may not be His desires.

He's not going to fix it all for us just because we're His children.

Sometimes walking through it will make us better.

More loving, more caring, more empathic....

Things you can't buy.

I often laugh because I tell people I love finding ways to make my children work more.

It's the truth, when they have to work hard, when they have to work

long, it builds their character.

As parents we need to make sure our children know

their happiness is not what should drive them.

"When I get a new car, I'll be happy" yeah, until it breaks down...

"When I get married, then I'll be happy" yeah, until you realize he's a sinner, just like you...

"If I was 50lbs lighter, then I would be happy " nope. not going to happen..

"When God gives me more children, then I'll be happy"

you and I will not be happy

until our happiness comes from Him

and our desires are not our own

but His desires

How we can help our kids learn this?

make them work

from the youngest to the oldest

let them cook

clean up

take care of little ones

burp babies

change diapers

clean bathrooms

windows

cars

feed animals

cut grass

dust

change sheets

make them work until they don't complain

day after day

teach them that work is a way of life

if they try and get out of it

give them more..

Help them to die to self early.

We have to teach our children

that they will find much happiness in

work if they do it to please God.

If they are constantly trying to get out of work

they will never, ever be happy because their selfishness

will win out and they will become lazy bums who expect the world

to do it for them.

There I said it.

So my pursuit of happiness has not always been happy

but

It makes me realize my place

who I am

daughter to a humble King who came to serve, not be served.

who came from a dysfunctional family and turned out great!I'm glad about this one!

King who didn't complain about His job

or his circumstances

He just did it and did it well, I might add.

Toilet water

2009-11-23T12:52:00.000-08:00

My son, do not forget my teaching

but keep my commands in your heart,

for they will prolong your life many years

and bring you prosperity.

Let love and faithfulness never leave you;

bind them around your neck,

write them on the tablet of your heart.

Proverbs 3 1-4

Two glasses;

One full of nice clean fresh spring water.

One full of dirty germy toilet water.

Which one is different?

You can't tell until you bump it

and then you see what spills out.

My heart is deceitful and so it can't be trusted.

Out of the mouth is an overflow of the heart.

Mine is dirty, murky water most of the time.

When I get bumped the overflow of my heart is

not a sweet spirit. It is not always a heart full of love

and concern for others. The overflow, I'm afraid, is selfish

and self protecting.

I have used friends and other families to 'gauge' my heart.

I give, I share, I'm a good wife, a good mother, heck, we've

adopted, we love kids and when I put myself up against others I think "I do ok"..

average

My gauge should be Jesus, to be more like Him.

not more like you sweet friends just as you should not strive to be more like me.

I'm wretched.

I should want to be more like Him everyday.

I should strive that when I get bumped I respond as He would.

Pouring out nice clean fresh spring water that all can drink

and want more of.

When we act selfishly or talk bad about someone or respond to our husbands

as cold prudish women or talk meanly to our kids or anyone we are pouring out

nasty toilet water that they can't drink without getting sick.

I can justify my behavior on just about anything. I responded to you coldly because I'm tired.

Our hearts are deceitful

I'm sarcastic, it's just how I am.

Our Hearts are deceitful

I didn't spend time with you because I had to have alittle time for myself

My heart is deceitful

I'm not kind because I have pms, you'll just have to understand if I'm moody and

mean to you.

My heart is deceitful

My three-year-old cries when she doesn't get her way.

Her heart is crying out....

Selfish, dirty, murky toilet water is inside.

It needs to be dumped and refilled with clean fresh water.

I'm no different

If I don't get treated fairly, someone is short with me, my hubby is late

my kids are noisy

I pitch my own little tantrum and

my heart is brimming with the nasty water.

Undrinkable

We cannot justify our behavior.

We need to ask forgiveness for it and start holding our hearts accountable

by God's heart not others who are just like us.

We are sinners

Our only hope is Him

to be

Him

An easy thanksgiving craft

2009-11-21T12:08:00.000-08:00

"Say What?"

2009-11-20T06:58:00.000-08:00

A Thanksgiving to remember

2009-11-19T02:54:00.000-08:00

Last year I was pregnant with William.
This year I have two beautiful daughters.
The year has been difficult. I have faced many trials emotionally
and spiritually, but He drew me in.
He kept me from being overwhelmed
in the midst of the largest storm of my life.
He breathed for me on the night
we lost William and He whispered "I'm here" all along the way.
He knew that two little girls would
need my love and our home.
I didn't
He knew all along.
As I talked with a dear friend who has a broken heart
I told her that He knows.
Trust Him
Believe in Him more when your faith is less.
Whisper His promises
Sing His songs
Write a Thankful list
and
Be Thankful
I know that sounds easy enough
but in the storm it's hard to be
thankful for rain when you feel like your drowning in it.
Trials will come to all of God's children
It's not because you didn't "pray enough" or "trust enough".
So many people have the attitude that God loves
them more because He blesses them with more children or more money
and that is simply not the truth.
I remember not long after William died
I heard someone say to someone else "God must really love you because
it's so easy for you to get pregnant, He blesses you with children so you must be blessed."
I cried because I thought " God loves me! How can they say that?"
Does He love you more and me less because William died or because I can't get pregnant?
of course not
There are Christians that pray so hard for a baby
and yet God says no because He can be glorified more by not giving them a baby.
We have to be so careful in our speech because just because God gives you children or money or
great health it's because of His providence for you right now.
Give Him glory not yourself.
William died not because God was trying to teach me a lesson
or because He loved someone more and didn't want to put them through the pain.it was because He could be Glorified More
through William's death.
In His Providence he allowed the girls to
be apart of our family, not because He loved us more but
because He would be Glorified more with them here.
Some of us may have
prodigals ,cancer
a husband who just doesn't get it, no money no friends a broken heart. A hard life

but

We need to make sure that we give God glory during

all times good and bad.

Are all of our days not numbered and laid out by our Father?

He could change it all if He wanted to.

We should rest in His will for our life.

This Thanksgiving season I can say

I'm thankful that the Lord took William

on to heaven.

He is not just a part of my past

but now he is a part of my

future as well.

So if something good happens in your life say

To God be the glory

When something bad happens say

To God be the glory

Give all praise and glory to our Father

in heaven.....and Glorify His name

I watched as he gently guided her with his hands

2009-11-17T02:56:00.000-08:00

I went to her dad's funeral yesterday, a friend. She was poised and smiling as the crowd filtered in. I saw him come in from the side room and he stopped and looked for her. His eyes not stopping until he found her. He made his way to her side and gently put his hand on her back.

She didn't look up for she knew whom this was. When she went to say her final good-byes he was there holding her.

When the service started she sat on the front row with her mom and he sat behind her.

She sang a song, he wiped tears from his eyes.

I wonder if she realized years and years ago that he would stand next to her for everything and when years have passed his hand will still be there.

Her mom, sitting alone now. The stories being told about how "they loved" to travel and how "they loved" to have company. Her life defined by him, for him, for over 55 years and now it will be defined by just her and not him anymore, not us, but me.

No more bowls of vanilla ice cream to share at night. Just her with her memories and his things.

His shirts no longer to wash. His shoes not in the way anymore. No more complaining about who left the top to the tooth paste off. Just her alone with the 55 years of memories banging around begging to be talked about. Wishing to be relived again. As I sat and watched her mom follow the casket out I wondered how she kept herself so composed and together.

I think to myself that she was just like me sometime ago. Busy with the business of raising his children, cleaning his house and making his lunch. Trying to carve out time to spend together.

Looking for moments to be intimate and finding they were hard to come by.

Thinking to herself that time was on their side.

As her dad died they say her mom cried

"I'm not ready for him to go."

Not ready.

More time.

More memories.

More washing his clothes

More reminding him to do something.

More times to hold his hand.

More kisses.

More lovin.

More talk.

More cleaning up his messes.

More getting his coffee.

More patience as he's late again.

More understanding.

We complain, we carry on about our beloveds as if our time with

them is unlimited.

Just like her, our hair will turn gray, our backs will bend, and our walk

behind our beloveds casket will have us shouting:

I'm not ready.

Come meet us all

2009-11-15T18:37:00.000-08:00

My Little boys shoes

2009-11-13T06:37:00.000-08:00

Blessed is the man who does not walk in the counsel of the wicked.Psalm 1

Being the mom to four boys has been so rewarding.

But....

It's alot of work!

Don't ever fool yourself into thinking boys are easier.

As a mom I spend my time teaching our boys to be gentle yet strong.

Loving but brave

Dependable but Dependent.

It all confuses me sometimes.

I forget that I'm trying to work myself out of a job.

I'm trying to cram as much knowledge of the Lord and of the world

into them in a short amount of time.

Trying to push them to be strong guys

but not push them away.

The hardest part is knowing one day they will

leave my roof and start their own family.

They will cleave to their wife and my time

as their mother will be changed forever.

Rightfully so and I try to prepare them and myself for that road.

It's hard for me to go there but go there I must.

Knowing one day my job as mother will be done if I've done a good job!

So today I will continue to teach and mold these little men.

I will continue to work myself out of a job even though it's the best job in the whold wide world.

Don't miss the journey

2009-11-12T09:43:00.000-08:00

Going through this life with my 8 children is an adventure. Adoption has only added to this crazy ride I call my life. Jo is my African miracle. This guy has brought so much to our table and without his incredible story of endurance and toughness our family would not be as rich.

The girls journey

into our life has brought back the sweetness of new love and new beginnings.

Adoption is a road of faith. It's a road of up's and down's (of course,we always have to have up's and down's!).

You pour your soul into

the journey and when as last the reward is placed in your arms

you take a glance heaven ward and with tears you whisper "it's so worth it, Lord, You have done a mighty thing"...

Don't be afraid of the work involved in adoption. You, we, serve a mighty God who cares deeply about orphans and he will walk beside you and send friends to keep you going.

Adoption has forever changed our family. These little miracles crossed our path and to think

I could have said "No, Lord I don't want to be bothered."

Please allow the Lord to change your world.

Take a leap of Faith!

Be Still and know that He is faithful

Consider all that He has done and stand in awe and be amazed.

As a family we're standing in awe and so amazed at his Love for us

we have come as close to heaven as you can get.

We only have one shot of this life so make it count!

Live it to the fullest!

What a table holds

2009-11-08T03:54:00.001-08:00

The sun shining through my curtains

cereal bowls lined up and down my wooden table.

Will they remember my table. The table of laughter and devotion.

The table that is either being set or cleaned.

The table that carries our conversations

that are by far some of the most important in our home.

The brown eyes that look at me from every available chair from my small table

is such a beautiful sight.

It could be bigger and as the boys grow and the girls come to share our table I'm sure this one will be replaced with a larger one

but right now, the fullness of this small wooden table, pulls me in and invites me to sit

and talk with my children.

Their elbows touching and their feet dangling above the floor. I look under

to see many toes and as they swing back and forth under my table

I know this is a great season.

No hurry to move on to the next thing.

Just breathing it in and hoping I'm not the first to leave.

Laughter and tears have spilled out over this table in the past few months.

Stains I can't and won't try to get up as I think about the tears that fell like fat

rain-drops as we shared our daily bread when we lost William

although none of us felt much like eating.

We talked about William

and heaven alot then. We poured our whys out over the table as Scott

tried to explain to us God's plan and how His ways are

always better.

Bitter morsels but food we had to eat and be thankful for.

The joy I remember the first night the girls sat in our arms around our table.

No-one wanting to eat much then either. Everyone gazing at the gifts that were unexpectedly layed out before us.Hands held around our table as we gave our Thanks.

It's as if the Lord layed manna on our starving hearts when He

so graciously gave us the girls.

Sweet Morsels easy to swallow and so Thankful

Remembering Scott's words that His plans are always better.

Learning to be content in all things

but right now this morning

I'm

Full

my table

my heart

my cup

Thank you Lord for the fullness of this day

I was meant to love you!

2009-11-07T06:22:00.000-08:00

Loving my girls!

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Her Shoes

2009-11-05T07:54:00.000-08:00

Her shoes are just a reflection of who she is.

Carefree yet comfortable.

She works hard.

When she gets tired she gets silly, almost to the point of being hilarious.

She loves to window shop and dream about her future house.

Her forgiving spirit inspires me to forgive.

Her helpful attitude makes me want to help.

Her love for her daddy

makes me love her daddy more.

My Sweet Taylor

Daughter

Friend

I'm thankful for you!

Thanks to Taylor for posing in her new shoes...

My season

2009-11-04T08:04:00.000-08:00

The days are a blur with the tasks at hand.

Knowing I only have a few months of getting up at night.

The early morning bottles will soon pass also.

Constantly growing

and changing, needing me less and less

to comfort

and feed.

A season is all I have..

Scott and I pass each other

knowing that, yes, we're tired but

this season is quickly changing.

Their eyes opening wider everyday.

Their smiles are more and more.

Their cries, familiar to me.

A deep satisfaction watching

bothers and sisters

take care of the least of these.

Knowing that this is a privilege,

an honor

to be a mom.

No complaints on my end will you hear.

I'm right in the middle

of a grand adventure of the Lord's kind

and

I will enjoy every moment.

The Lord has given me

and granted me the privilege

of being

busy at home

and

I'm thankful.

My side of the bed

2009-11-03T14:22:00.001-08:00

The darkness and me once again. Early, I'm not sure what time it is. As I have time to sit and think, my side of the bed beckons me. My side, next to my beloved. I long to be next to him and smell the familiar smell of his skin. I make my way in the dark and know exactly where I'm going. I've made this trip, to my side of the bed, for almost 18 years. I reach in and pull the covers back and he instantly takes me in. No questions, no need, we are as familiar as the sun to the morning, to each other but with newness everyday.

He wraps his arm around me and holds me with such stongness. I forget I'm his sometimes. I so often feel like everyone else's but I was made for him. His hands touch my skin and I remember. Do I get so busy that I forget? I must have. I love being his. I love my name on his lips.

I love the way I know that he will always welcome me.

I love my side of the bed.

Our prayer for our new daughters

2009-11-02T06:03:00.000-08:00

Our prayer for Ellie Cate and Josie Claire

...........

Grant them the favour of being led by thee Lord,

under the directions of thy providence

and thy word.

Grant them, like Gideon of old,way-tokens,

by removing things that discourage them;

Cast them not under the feet of

pride, injustice, riches, worldly greatness,

selfish oppression of men;

Help them to wait patiently, silently upon thee.

not to be enraged or speak unadvisedly.

Let thy mercy follow them while they live,

and give them aid to resign themselves to thy will.

Take their hearts and hold it in thy hand;

write upon it reverence to thyself with an

inscription that time and eternity cannot erase.

...The Valley of Vision puritan prayers............

.....

We love you and are so very proud of you both.

Dad and Mom

November 1st, 2009

I was well protected

2009-11-02T03:47:00.000-08:00

I spent part of my weekend with these crazy characters. We spent time laughing with neighbors and at a local church playing games and walking cake walks. We then came home and poured out our loot on the bed and watched a movie and ate candy until our tummies begged us to stop.

I felt very safe that evening as I had the bat and spider-man and a four wheeler guy escorting me. Thanks guys!

A happy heart makes the face cheerful.

Proverbs 15:13

Holding hands going to the out house..

2009-10-29T04:41:00.000-07:00

Growing up in rural Mississippi in the early 1900's four sisters learned a lesson that stands the test of time. Even dementia can't strip the bonds that were forged on their trips to the outhouse.

Gently waking your sister up and asking, no begging, her to bear the darkness with you. Grasping hands and tip-toeing through the grass. Feet wet as you make your way up the path. Secrets told, fights mended, promises made on the trail.

Going with your sister because you knew you might need her to go with you next.

Some 80 years later and I've heard it said that they still grab each others hand and go to the outhouse/bathroom. Their memories faded, their hair gray, and yet when all together they grasp each others hands. It's just a habit. The years have gone, their minds almost, but their hands are familiar. Always familiar

The common bond never broken.

No longer young and silly but none the less miles and years couldn't break the habit that was formed. Holding hands. Such a simple gesture of friendship, safeness from the darkness.

Still remembered after all these years.

Their trips to the outhouse no longer made together but their hands have held each others during wars and weddings and oh the many babies and funerals. Hands held as they buried their dad and then their mom. Under blankets against the coldness of the world.

It's the simple day to day things that we do over and over that will be remembered by our children.

So many of our children are never taught to take that journey with their brothers or sisters to the outhouse.

We make it easy now. No more roughing it, no more cold nights, no more grabbing each others hands in the dark.

Our older children are sheltered from the burden of their little siblings because they need a childhood after all and if I made them help then they would have to grow up way too fast and that just wouldn't be fair.

I don't believe that was the attitude of mamaw's day. I believe older kids were taught that you helped with the chores and the crops and yes, the babies. The lines were not blurred as they are today.

Today most of us don't have crops and we don't have outhouses. Our family sizes reflect a size that we can handle. We are no longer dependent on anyone, not even God.

I often hear"I can't handle two much less 8, you must be a saint." I can assure you the latter is not true. But what is true is that Taylor, Tucker, and Cooper share an attitude that we're all in this together. They make bottles. They wipe noses. They prepare food. They garden and feed animals and hang out clothes. They wash clothes. They protect. They teach. They love...........They comfort.....

Is this an event in their life? No, it's just their life. They don't think what they're doing is something special, they're just doing what's been taught.

Just like in the 1900's they are just making their way to the outhouse and they have hands that make their journey something to remember.

You know you have boys when..

2009-10-28T15:07:00.000-07:00

A $5.00 bag of apples keeps them busy for 3 hours...

The View At My House Is Breathtaking

2009-10-28T06:12:00.000-07:00

Keepin' it real on the farm

2009-10-27T03:08:00.000-07:00

The moments I capture with our camera just happen to be the moments I'm not covered up with sad faces, runny noses and weird bathroom rollings.

So in all fairness I thought I'd share some of the not so perfect moments in our life.

My boys get too rough and my girls well they're delicate. I still say the same thing 100 times a day and I wonder often if anyone ever listens to me.

My boys argue over whose going to be buzz light-year. I'm serious I have to put people to bed for this one..."I'm buzz" no "I'm buzz" "you're always buzz" etc....

I look around and think to myself "this is not happening."

There is world hunger and my boys are fighting over who's going to be stinkin' buzz.

In between the tattle telling and

hurt feelings, I attempt to do school.

Some days the yellow school bus taunts me from afar as I wonder how in the world I can do this for another 20 years. :)

One of my sons still pees in my friends yards (quite unexpectedly I assure you) I often times see it coming and try to stop the little black behind from being exposed but I don't get there fast enough..Oops, I didn't say black, I meant cream...

Our trips to walmart, I have to admit, are sometimes embarrassing when they pile out of the big red van and I realize Channie doesn't have panties on under her long dress. (this has only happened once...ok, twice)

Jo has shoes but they're two different kind and wrong feet.

You get the picture and it's not pretty.

This is where I'll stop and look at the rest of them and say "Do I have to tell you guys to breathe? shoes and panties are important..... ok, when we get stares in here remember I can't think of everything. Your gonna have to step up. This will be a good lesson for all of us in the humility department." shewww you've just got to hear one of my world famous mama speeches...But I wouldn't try this one, it doesn't seem to work most days.....

So just keeping it real over here...I could go on but my children's reputation is at stake..

I'm just saying the ole farm has her days but I wouldn't trade it for anything else in the world.....

Y'all come back now, ya hear?

The Christmas Dress

2009-10-26T07:25:00.000-07:00

I saw the dress a week earlier and loved it. It was black and cream with a beaded middle

The best part was that it came with an American girl doll dress that matched it.

I couldn't justify buying this dress for Channie because it was $20.00 and all of our money is going toward paying our adoption off, so funds are alittle tight.

When I went by the window again a week later the same dress caught my attention. I reasoned it probably wouldn't even fit her. So I took it out to the van and tried it on her and it fit so perfect.

That's when Tucker (who has his own money from cutting his grandmothers grass) spoke up and handed me a $20 bill and said "Mom, I want to buy Channie her Christmas dress."

My first response was to say "no Tuck that's your money, wait and buy yourself something."

Why as parents do we discourage giving? This was something Tucker doesn't normally do because he is usually saving to buy something for himself.

So I said "Are you sure?"

He said "Yes, that's a beautiful dress and Channie will look so pretty in it."

From the back-seat Channie said "oh Tucker, thank you bubba."

What if I would have let him miss out on the feeling of giving away something and knowing that Channie could not give anything back to him except for her love. Is this not the lessons that are best learned from home and hearth?

I truly think he wanted me to be able to see Channie in that dress.

I don't think a 14 year old boy thinks alot about his little sisters wardrobe, but I think any boy worth his weight cares about his mamma's desires even if it's a silly Christmas dress.

He didn't want me to have to put it back....

So when we came home and Channie tried on her dress again and put Rosie in her new dress, she twirled and danced and asked Tucker

"do I look like a princess?" and his reply

"You always do".....