So many stories, so little time.

I have some catching up to do.
I committed to doing this blog thing for posterity's sake.
I wanted to have one spot where most, if not all, of my memories of the kids were stored.
Here are a few:

Two nights ago, we were reading bedtime stories and, as a rare treat, Daddy was here with us.
All 4 of us were snuggled in A's new bed (the hottest new commodity in our house) and A. started petting my leg. She was doing it so sweetly and intently, it caught my attention.
I focused my gaze on her, thinking about her delicate mannerisms.
She looked up at me, perplexed, and said, "momma? You's pokey legs."
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About 3 days ago, I was having a particularly hard time remembering how blessed my life truly is.
I think I stooped over to pick up 107 baskets full of toys.
My hunny had gone back to work after vacation.
My children literally had it out for me. (of this, I am certain)
I griped to anyone that would listen and found myself near tears numerous times.
My vacuum cleaner, which had been put on the seriously endangered list over 2 weeks ago, became extinct.
All was not well in my world. As I prepared the 2nd dinner for my ever-hungrier, always growing kids: I calmly tried to explain to them that, "Mommy doesn't want to chase you around all day picking up senseless messes. I want to play with you. With one or two toys. We CAN have fun with one or two toys and then put them away and eat our "2nd" dinner. I just don't want to have to be cleaning up huge messes all the time!!!"
My son then responded, "But mommy, That's your JOB..."
Leave it to a 4-year old to coin the perfect 'job description' for motherhood.
It again became my pleasure to be his momma.

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Just keepin' it real.
Tonight I went to church.
I'll give you all a moment to recuperate...
So I have NEVER been to a Wednesday night service before. It was nice. The kids LOVED it!
A. got to go into JAM/Rainbows with her big bubba and that was a special treat.
Afterwards, momma got to go chat with some of the girls!
Fun was had by all.
We laughed.
We cried.
We peed our pants.
In the middle of the foyer.
Not me, my child, (I might have preferred it to have been me.)
I am certain of my potty-trained-ness.
Her stance (as ree reminded me) was not unlike that of an ostrich, watching the stream hit the floor.
kdp, was a most worthy accomplice as we discovered the contribution to the carpeting. Together, we locked hips and worked on a coverup.
Marme, scolded me as I tried to flee the scene, reminding me of the location of the janitor's closet...
Se la vie.