Raising a man

When I had Pierce, I was so excited about having a baby. You know, just the idea of a baby of my own. Then, I remember one day it just kind of dawned on me, holy moly,  I didn't just have a baby, I had a human being, that I've got to raise right. Paul and I were responsible for not just raising a baby, but a man. 

And this last year, Pierce has changed so much. Still a boy, of course. But changing, none the less. Hard for this momma to let go in little bits, but also encouraging to watch him blossom. He's handled situations at school with such maturity, that we can't help but burst a couple buttons. 

And thank the good Lord above for Paul. He helps me every step of the way with letting go. If it were up to me, Pierce would still be on a bottle, and I'd rock him every night.

I kid.

Sort of.

Pierce picked out his fancy pants and belt for school today, and was showing off his new shoes that daddy bought for him, and I just had a moment. I'm fully aware, I'm usually having a moment, but I can't help myself. I love the Lord, I love my husband, and by golly I love my kids. 

Few more funnues

Saw this the other day, and got a big chuckle out of it..

And this is definitely the truth right here! Can you believe, that I even actually took Typing classes, on an actual typewriter. I am that old.

 And I stole this one from Beth's blog. It made me think of you, Pam and Tom, and how you prefer the old hymns. There is a lot of truth right here, and it made me laugh.

Valentines Day, 2012

I had a few little treats waiting for the kids this morning when they woke up.

What a nice way to start your morning!

And in typical, Pierce/Hope form,  Pierce said he would wait to eat his, while Hope immediately dove right in. 

Hope was soooooo pumped for her Valentine's party today. She just loves school. 

And much to my very pleasant surprise, they made us an AWESOME gift. 

A silhouette of my sweet little girl. Whoever did it, did an awesome job. I just love it. 

The kids each gave each other a valentine, and I ended the day by making heart shaped pancakes. They turned out kinda ghetto, so I didn't take a picture, but they were good! Overall, a very fun day. 

Our little peanut

Hope is on the smaller side. Poor child did not inherit the height from my moms side of the family (My Grandad was over 6', my bro is 6'1, my mom is 5'9, and my sis is 5'10) for that matter neither did I. I'm average height, just short considering how tall my mom and sister are. And Paul's side of the family all run average height too. Anyways, as I was looking at pictures it dawned on me that Hope has been wearing these pajamas for 2 years...

2 years old (and ridiculously cute I might add)

4 years (still ridiculously cute) and still our little peanut.

4 weeks

Time for my riveting hair update...

 So, here's the latest....it's funny to me how long it feels, versus how long is actually is.

 And also a HUGE change for me, is the lack of bangs. I have ALWAYS had bangs, I liked how they hid my giant forehead. But if I'm changing it up, might as well try it all out. Because like Tracey reminded me..

 "You know we only have so many years left before we have to cut our hair."

"Yeah, you're right, because one day we will be heading to the Salon once a week to get it set, just like our grandmothers did."

And for all those, suffering through my hair posts, I applaud you.

Our weekend began with a missing tooth, and ended in the pukes

When I picked up Pierce from school on Friday, I quickly noticed that he had lost a tooth that day.

Me: "Pierce, you lost a tooth!!"

Pierce: "No, I didn't"

Me: "Uh, yeah you did"

Pierce: "No, I didn't"

(riveting)

Me: "Yes, you did!! Look in the mirror"

Pierce after looking: "Wow, I did. I don't even know when it happened"

Me: "Well, I guess you swallowed it, just like your first tooth you lost. That's too bad, because we don't have anything to leave the tooth fairy."

Pierce: "Mom, I know it's you, just give me the cash, ok?"

WELL, ALL RIGHTY THEN.

So, here he is. Strategically posed in front of his 100%, spelling test! And little munchins head too.

 I gotta tell you, it's bizarre to watch your child get their adult teeth. Dare I say? Braces in the future?

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Weekend was going well. We went and watched the movie Courageous Friday night, very good BTW, and just planning a laid back Saturday and Sunday. 

Then at 2 a.m. I heard that infamous cry that all moms know

"Mooooommmmyyyyyyy"

UGH. And so it began.

 So, our laid back weekend, has turned out to be VERY laid back. Other than bleach and carpet patrol.

Poor baby

 Hope and I have worked on her Valentines for her class.

 We've played games.

And put together puzzles.

 And looked at lots of Pokemon cards!

 And now I'm starting to see some signs of life to emerge.

And now we wait.....will anyone else get the dreaded pukes? BUM....BUM.....BUM

A rare cat poop disease

  Thursday night, we went to volunteer at the Hope House again. Doing the same exact thing, filling bags for children that are at risk, and need food to eat. This time however, when we got there none of the bins had been filled. At all. WOW. Each bin needs 473 bags of food, and there are 5 bins. That's a lot o' filling. 

  

            

 So, we got right to work

And by we, I mean all of us

 Even the kiddos were big helpers!

 And after about 2 1/2 hours of filling, Brittany and I got a little rebellious and started to put two rice crispy treats in the bags. I mean one is just enough to tick you off!

And here's the end result, and my only thought is this......'Whatever you do, do it all for the glory of God.'

Let me end by telling a funny story. Hope and Layton had disappeared, you know 4 year olds can only handle so much bag filling work. We all started wondering where they had run off to, and even made some jokes "maybe we should be worried, Layton might be trying to put the moves on Hope, ha!" Well, if only! Paul went to look for them, and much to our horror, no moves had been made, no sir,  instead they had been playing in the cats litter boxes for a solid 10 minutes probably. And by playing, I mean digging their hands INTO the litter and flinging it around. OH MY WORD. Brittany and I were horrified. We rushed the kids to the bathroom for a serious scrub down, and asked them what were you all doing?? "Oh, just playing in the gravel" "Oh, no that's not gravel, that's where cats poop and pee!" Hope then says "yeah, I did see some poop"

I'm not gonna lie, that freaked me out. All I can picture is Hope and Layton playing with cat poop and pee. GAG. And being the dramatic soul I am, now I'm just waiting for a rare cat poop disease.....