A Letter To My Son

Dear Son,
           Please stop jumping on the bed. I know that "please" was a long stretch, but I wanted to

prevent what just happened. I am glad you are okay, but that is the least I can say about the nerves you just crushed. I know that you are sleepy because I put your pillow pet under your sister head and you came running, screaming MINES! I asked you if your sister could lay on your pillow pet and your response was NO! So, I asked why and you simply said MINES! Why are you so mean to your sister? Is it because you laid on her stomach earlier and she popped you in the face? I tried to tell you not to do it, but you did not listen..

           I tried to put you down for nap, but your daddy came home... Then you pounced on him because you were happy to see him. I think that you forgot that you were sleepy because you and your daddy started crawling on the door barking at each other. Your sister thought it was funny and tried to get to you all. Obviously she forgot that she cannot crawl and tried anyways. I did not want to discourage her by telling her she was still in the same spot she started in. Instead I pushed her close to you to make it seem like she was moving on her own. I never seen her smile as hard...

          Please stop biting your sister foot.. I cannot stop her from kicking you. I'm sorry, but this is why I am telling you these things. I would love to sit down and eat dinner without you throwing food at your sister. If that is at all possible, I would gladly appreciate it.

                                                                                                           Sincerely,
                                                                                                            Your Mother

The lizard That Lives In My Mail Box!

This is how I saw it in my mind...

My son is sitting here watching spongebob, driving a truck on my shoulder, and calling my name and the only thing I can think about is the lizard that lives in my mailbox. I was hoping that it would move out before my pictures arrived from freeprints(which is tomorrow), but I don't see that happening. I am literally afraid to check my mail.. when I went outside to check the mail, it ran across my mail and I completly freaked out. All I could think about was how it almost touched my hand. I didn't care that about a millions cars passed by, or that the car wash was packed. It almost touched my hand!!  I am AFRAID to check the mail.. but I want my pictures! I am really excited to see how they came out, but I am not excited about the trip to the mailbox.. I wonder if I can chase the mail man down before he puts the mail in my mail box? No.... I don't want him to be afraid to delivery our mail because he thinks the "crazy lady" will tackle him again. I do not want to be known as that. I just want him to understand that there is a lizard living in my mail box and! it almost touched me.. That's it.

I should have thought about this before I moved next to a forest.

I guess I was not thinking about that. I was more in love with the yard and so was my son. He loves the space and being able to run around free without me losing my voice to keep him from running in the street, or chasing him down to keep a car from hitting him. He is free and  in return I get a tired out toddler who goes straight to bed.. What more could I ask for?

I kind of wish we would have went outside today. Then I would be able to write this entry without my son trying to cut my computer off and my daughter falling out because she thinks her name is printed on the inside of my arms.. Maybe her brother can keep her busy while I finish writing but so far it has not been working. She does not want to be bothered with him which is shocking. She even started crying when he came and sat by her. I wonder if she is starting to realize the things her brother does to her?

Into The Life of A Stay At Home Mom

I decided to cook dinner early tonight so I have some free time to write. Dinner turned out great and I

really enjoyed it. My son always makes my day. He loves to tell me just how good my food is. It makes me feel special to know that I did not slave over a hot stove for nothing. Cooking is something I really enjoy doing, but it can become difficult when my daughter is up. She thinks that I am supposed to hold her the entire time I am cooking. I thought we came to a understanding that she would sit in her swing and watch me cook or clean or whatever it is that I needed to do and she would not cry. This actually worked... for a day.

Then she realized what I was doing.... 

I was hoping that I could go to bed early tonight, but I don't see that happening anymore.. My son is very sleepy and as a result my house suffered  his wrath. I feel sorry for his teddy bear. He is sitting on the floor pulling the stuffing out of his back. Who does that? He was supposed to be his friend! At least that was what I thought since he would kick and scream if we tried to leave the house without that bear. My car is full of toys so you would think he would be okay if we left that one bear. It is not like we are never coming back... He could play with all those toys he stored in the back seat of my car. I already don't have enough room back there with both of those huge car seats taking over everything.

I feel so trapped in my car.. but my son loves it like he loves his junky room...

His room is the lost and found. If anything goes missing, his room would be the first place to look, but don't expect to find it that day.. Okay so his room is not that dirty, but it is full of toys. I cannot believe my aunt asked me if he wanted some more toys???!!! Seriously??? I might as well make my office into a play room because he is running out of space in his room. I even tried to throw away some of his toys and my mama brought them back.. Why would she do that? I know she see the same room that I am looking at.. I wouldn't have to throw any of his toys away if he would stop throwing them at the wall all the time...

A Beautiful Morning

                   




Good Morning!

 I hope your morning is going as well as mines.Whether it is on the commute to work,
or if you work at home! My day started off great and I think God for waking me up and being able to see my bundles of joy smiling at me. I was thinking about taking them on a walk when the temperature goes up a bit. They always seem so humble and amazed at what nature has to offer. I love seeing their faces when we go walking. I enjoy the walks as well. It gives me a chance to get some fresh air and clear my mind. We barely get out since I work at home and barely have any time to do anything but that.

                      I remember when I was 37 weeks pregnant with my daughter. I attended a spiritual spa. It was just what I needed to clear my mind of any negativity and put me back on the right religious path. At the spa, we spent a large amount of time outside by the lake drawing pictures and talking about God. What I love the most about the spa was that I could be me and express my love for Jehovah without being judged. I want my kids to grow up and not be afraid to talk about the love they have for God. I must say I am not a nature person, but attending the spa made me feel more open to the idea of sitting outside on grass and being thankful that God created it just for us the way he wanted it. It was beautiful and an experience I will never forget.

My Wild Toddler

The one time that I get a chance to work without my two year old climbing up and down my back
like some kind of wild animal, I cannot think of anything to say, and when I do I end up getting half way through a entry and deleting it. I am supposed to be working, and have been trying for a few hours without any luck. Maybe I cannot think because my mind is confused. Confused because the house is silent and I am not use to working in that kind of environment. Maybe I should go and wake my son up... um.. No he will never go back to sleep and then I am going to wish I had left him in the living room with his daddy. I can see him now giving me that evil grin like he just cannot wait to make me his jungle gym.

I know my son loves me and jumping all over me is a way for him to express his feelings... At least that is how I look at it.. I wouldn't want it any other way. I love how he wakes up from his nap and starts calling my name. I thought he actually wanted me, but he was looking for his sister. Toddlers sure do know how to stump all over your feelings. I don't mind. I am glad he loves his sister that much to look for her and make sure she is okay.

Once he finds out that she is okay, he will find something to get into.. (today would be my trash) He started playing with the trash I was trying to sweep out the door. I opened the door to sweep it out and my son thought it would be funny to ring the door bell. He knew I would think somebody was at the door and yell at him because he knows he cannot go outside by himself. Why do he like making me mad and love to push every button in my body? He gets mad and throw his toys.. He really enjoys throwing them when I am driving because he knows I cannot do anything, but drive. 

Oh lets not forget that he gets mad and starts screaming like some one is killing him if his daddy leaves. He does not care that his daddy has to work. My son only cares that his daddy is leaving him. I hate seeing his so upset, but he can be very mean when it comes to expressing his feelings.. He has not learned how to express his feelings without trying to hurt whoever he feel is responsible for him being upset. 

He keeps me busy and I love him.. I just want him to know that his daddy only leaves him because he has to and not because he wants too...

I Cherish Being A Stay At Home Mom

I have finally caught up with all my work and have some free time to write a short blog. My son and I

are watching tv waiting on his daddy to come home. He is fighting his sleep, but he wants to see his daddy so I won't mess with him. His sister fell asleep a while ago, and now she is trying to wake up. I just cannot believe that I am finished with all my work. I am hoping that tomorrow is the same way since I have so much stuff to do..

My son can be so sweet at times. He has been beyond sweet to his baby sister. He always wants to help me with her. Whether it is helping me put her shoes on, or bring me a diaper to change her. He has been so helpful. I have noticed that he likes to hold her hand when he goes to sleep, and she does not mind. She loves him. She starts smiling as soon as she opens her eyes and sees her brother standing over her. I think it is so funny when she has a conversation with him and he talks back to her. I wonder if he understands her? He probably does.

Right now my son is laying on my shoulder patting his sister back to ensure she does not wake up. It is adorable. I hope that they keep this bond growing up. I want them to love each other as much as I love them.

Family Love

Happy Sunday everybody!

I hope your day is going well! I had an eventful day and to my surprise interesting. I miss being with my family and having Sunday dinner with them. I think that it is important to surround yourself around supportive family members.

As I am sitting here watching my son interact with family members he barely get a chance to see, I'm full of joy because I can see how much he love being around them.

What I wouldn't give to have it like this every single day. I want my kids to know that they have family besides mommy and daddy. I want them to know the extent of love both sides of their family has to offer.

It sadden me that they are missing out on that opportunity to know what extraordinary family love is and how it feels. I can tell the way my son interacts with our family, that he loves being around them and I don't want to deprive him of such a wonderful experience.

I am in love with the idea, but the idea is just a thought.