Friday, February 24, 2012
What Time Is It?
This kid makes me laugh. I could have a conversation with him all day, and it would never be about the same thing. He's learning time and what time he does things, like circle time, play, nap, etc. On the way home yesterday he says, "mom what time is it?" Me, " it's 4:30." Hunter, "no what time is it?" Me, "it's 4:30 Hunter." He says " no mom what time is it, like after Mardi Gras, what time is it next?" I laughed the whole way home! Apparently in New Orleans we have "time" all year long. So I told him Easter and then I corrected myself to St. Patrick's day. After all, there is a parade for it and a coordinating outfit. So it MUST be a "time." At our house, we keep track of time by the wreath on the front door. Oh how I wish that was the only clock I had to watch. Until next time.....<3
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
Monster Jam!!
So this was my first Monster Jam as well as Hunter's.....Cate - you still have a few more years sweetie. It sure was fun! We bought Pit Passes and got there promptly at 2. The line was around the Dome but it didn't take too long to get in. We got our program for the drivers to sign and made our way around.
Once Hunter found the school bus truck in the program, that was it. We HAD to see the school bus, which wasn't there. Um, for a 3 year old, this consists of a meltdown and crisis mode for mom. The only school bus was the one in the pile of mud for the trucks to jump over and/or crush. So he had to settle for that one. :) I'm not sure if Hunter had a favorite but my favorite was El Toro Loco, mainly because it was a woman driving! I asked Andy how he'd like to be married to her lol! Pretty sure she can out-drive you honey. It was nice to see Grave Digger "in the flesh", being that we are both the same age. He is celebrating 30 years this year. Makes me feel a bit old, but at least I don't remember Bigfoot like Andy :)
The races were entertaining, especially when someone flipped over. Hunter was also into the big machinery that's used to flip the trucks back over or pull them in. They can keep the intermission though. The fumes from the old cars were awful and the big dinosaur (or whatever it is) wasn't all that great. By the time the show started up again, Hunter was tired and we ended up leaving early.
We still enjoyed our family night out and I know we will do it again!
Once Hunter found the school bus truck in the program, that was it. We HAD to see the school bus, which wasn't there. Um, for a 3 year old, this consists of a meltdown and crisis mode for mom. The only school bus was the one in the pile of mud for the trucks to jump over and/or crush. So he had to settle for that one. :) I'm not sure if Hunter had a favorite but my favorite was El Toro Loco, mainly because it was a woman driving! I asked Andy how he'd like to be married to her lol! Pretty sure she can out-drive you honey. It was nice to see Grave Digger "in the flesh", being that we are both the same age. He is celebrating 30 years this year. Makes me feel a bit old, but at least I don't remember Bigfoot like Andy :)
The races were entertaining, especially when someone flipped over. Hunter was also into the big machinery that's used to flip the trucks back over or pull them in. They can keep the intermission though. The fumes from the old cars were awful and the big dinosaur (or whatever it is) wasn't all that great. By the time the show started up again, Hunter was tired and we ended up leaving early.
We still enjoyed our family night out and I know we will do it again!
This guy, not friendly. I guess that's what happens when you drive a Cadillac in a monster truck show lol
Mommy's favorites - Hunter and El Toro Loco (she won her first race)
And Grave Diggeeeeeeeeeerrrrr!
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Oatmeal, Grits, and Playing With Trucks
The last week and a half have been rough to say the least. Kidney stones have been a thorn in my side, literally, since August 2008. Finally yesterday I had the little sucker removed. Thank you God for getting it out without complication. I specifically gave the doctor instructions that I had two babies at home, 3 yrs and 9 months, that needed me. And my husband that needed me too. I didn't need to tell God he already knew. So all went well, would've been better if the IV would've only had to be put in once and the breathing tube not for a horse. But all is well :)
So just a little humor in the morning is always good after a day like that. This morning I got up to help get the kids ready for nursery and I needed to eat so I could take my pain meds. Hunter and I shared a bowl of oatmeal, one of the few things he'll eat when he even wants to eat. I told him he was going to have red beans for lunch at school today, he said, "I don't like red beans, I don't like nothing." He paused for a few seconds, like he was pondering what he had just said. He then realizes, "I like oatmeal, grits, and playing with trucks." Me too Hunter, me too.
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So just a little humor in the morning is always good after a day like that. This morning I got up to help get the kids ready for nursery and I needed to eat so I could take my pain meds. Hunter and I shared a bowl of oatmeal, one of the few things he'll eat when he even wants to eat. I told him he was going to have red beans for lunch at school today, he said, "I don't like red beans, I don't like nothing." He paused for a few seconds, like he was pondering what he had just said. He then realizes, "I like oatmeal, grits, and playing with trucks." Me too Hunter, me too.
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Sunday, January 15, 2012
God's Plan IS Perfect!
I, like many, have been following Tripp Roth's story for a while. After reading Courtney's last post, you could tell Tripp was nearing the end. Then Saturday amidst all the Saints game day festivities I checked my trusty Facebook (and I use "trusty" losely) and see that Tripp went to Heaven earlier in the day. And it triggered quite a few things that I felt I should right down, have it if I ever started to doubt God's plan. After all, it's our human nature.
From that second, I felt complete grief for his mother and complete joy for Tripp. Now, I do not know Courtney or Tripp, but I am a mother. Being a mother opens your eyes to view the world differently, you love another person more than yourself. And you know that Courtney loves Tripp more than herself, her own life even. So I don't think it to be odd that so many people who have never met her or her son will grieve over the loss of her child.
With that said, Tripp has been on my mind and I feel like I am supposed to share it. As I put Cate to bed last night, I starred at her, a bit longer than usual. I thanked God for giving me a healthy little girl, who could suck a bottle and paci, wear diapers, and hold her blankie. Not the things I would normally thank Him for I guess. Then Hunter finally made it back home and I was never happier to see him. He played for a little while and was finally ready for bed. We got in the bed in our usual spots and put on Nick Jr. I snuggled next to him and told him "mommy loves you Hunter." I must have said it quite a few times because, in true Hunter fashion, he replies "mooooom why you keep saying that?!?" I told him I wanted to make sure he heard me and he just giggled :) again I thanked God for giving me a little boy who could run, play puzzles, ride a bike, and drink a cup of milk. Nothing fancy, just the everyday things.
This brings me to church this morning, where I constantly thought of Tripp. If you know me, or Hunter, at all, you know we LOVE music. I can relate to a lot of things through music. It speaks to me more than just words, you can feel it. God uses it often to speak to me, and He used it to speak to me today. The final song of the service was "Come Just As You Are" and it took every fiber of my being to hold it together. The first verse goes "come just as you are, hear the spirit call; come just as you are, come and see; come receive, come and live forever. God had called Tripp just as he was to live forever in the arms of his heavenly Father. He is perfect in every way. God made Tripp perfectly for his mother.
And God made Hunter and Cate perfectly for me. My kids may not be perfect, ok they aren't, but they were made for ME. God chose ME to be their mother. He said yeah you can get the job done. Wow, what faith He has in me! And His plan for me is perfect.
My final thought brings me back to Nile. I remember like yesterday what I did and said the minutes after I heard he had passed. I said, "is there a god? How does God take a baby from his mother?" Exact words. I read one of Courtney's posts recently, which was directed at people who had lost a child (or maybe not)and didn't believe in God (and I'm making an assumption on that here). She said in summary, how can you lose a child and not believe in God? Don't you wonder where your child is? I immediately thought of what I had said the morning of December 9, 2010. It was like God was telling me, "see, you doubted Me,remember that? What she said makes sense huh?" Well of course it does.
So in case I forget, I'll use this post to remind me that God's plan is perfect. God will not protect us from the things he can use to perfect us. He won't shelter me from the death of a child if He knows (of course he knows) it will make me a better person. I think God used Tripp and Courtney to show us all a little something. Compassion and courage. They are like a nice PB&J sandwich. They just go together.
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From that second, I felt complete grief for his mother and complete joy for Tripp. Now, I do not know Courtney or Tripp, but I am a mother. Being a mother opens your eyes to view the world differently, you love another person more than yourself. And you know that Courtney loves Tripp more than herself, her own life even. So I don't think it to be odd that so many people who have never met her or her son will grieve over the loss of her child.
With that said, Tripp has been on my mind and I feel like I am supposed to share it. As I put Cate to bed last night, I starred at her, a bit longer than usual. I thanked God for giving me a healthy little girl, who could suck a bottle and paci, wear diapers, and hold her blankie. Not the things I would normally thank Him for I guess. Then Hunter finally made it back home and I was never happier to see him. He played for a little while and was finally ready for bed. We got in the bed in our usual spots and put on Nick Jr. I snuggled next to him and told him "mommy loves you Hunter." I must have said it quite a few times because, in true Hunter fashion, he replies "mooooom why you keep saying that?!?" I told him I wanted to make sure he heard me and he just giggled :) again I thanked God for giving me a little boy who could run, play puzzles, ride a bike, and drink a cup of milk. Nothing fancy, just the everyday things.
This brings me to church this morning, where I constantly thought of Tripp. If you know me, or Hunter, at all, you know we LOVE music. I can relate to a lot of things through music. It speaks to me more than just words, you can feel it. God uses it often to speak to me, and He used it to speak to me today. The final song of the service was "Come Just As You Are" and it took every fiber of my being to hold it together. The first verse goes "come just as you are, hear the spirit call; come just as you are, come and see; come receive, come and live forever. God had called Tripp just as he was to live forever in the arms of his heavenly Father. He is perfect in every way. God made Tripp perfectly for his mother.
And God made Hunter and Cate perfectly for me. My kids may not be perfect, ok they aren't, but they were made for ME. God chose ME to be their mother. He said yeah you can get the job done. Wow, what faith He has in me! And His plan for me is perfect.
My final thought brings me back to Nile. I remember like yesterday what I did and said the minutes after I heard he had passed. I said, "is there a god? How does God take a baby from his mother?" Exact words. I read one of Courtney's posts recently, which was directed at people who had lost a child (or maybe not)and didn't believe in God (and I'm making an assumption on that here). She said in summary, how can you lose a child and not believe in God? Don't you wonder where your child is? I immediately thought of what I had said the morning of December 9, 2010. It was like God was telling me, "see, you doubted Me,remember that? What she said makes sense huh?" Well of course it does.
So in case I forget, I'll use this post to remind me that God's plan is perfect. God will not protect us from the things he can use to perfect us. He won't shelter me from the death of a child if He knows (of course he knows) it will make me a better person. I think God used Tripp and Courtney to show us all a little something. Compassion and courage. They are like a nice PB&J sandwich. They just go together.
<3
Friday, January 13, 2012
Teeth and trouble!
My dear Cate, she's been teething for what seems like forever. And FINALLY today I can truly see her little nub of a tooth on the lower left side. I guess it's all downhill from here, she'll be driving next week. Driving me crazy, that is. She decided to pull herself up to the side of tub today in a kneeling position just close enough so that if she fell she'd hit her chin. She is surely not the cautious baby Hunter was. But we love her just the same :)
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Candy could never be as sweet
As sweet as my little Hunter, that is. He asked me a few mornings ago, "Is her big enough yet?" referring to Cate. I asked for what and he said "to walk, I want to walk with her." <3, little boys were certainly made to steal their mama's hearts. And candy out of the cabinet the second I turn around :) And his response after getting caught, head in the cabinet and everything? "I gonna put it on the counter for yater." Yes, yater, as in after dinner because he KNOWS there's no candy before dinner, only a snack along the lines of yogurt. <3
Life's a Picmic
The end of one task always leads to the beginning of another, and another, and another. In roughly 45 minutes, I had to finish dinner, tame a crying toddler because his "picmic" table wasn't together, feed children, and now I had a headache too. Do things like this happen at your house? I'd imagine so. All mom's are pretty good magic erasers. And as shown above, daddy came to the rescue Thursday evening with ease, assembling the "picmic" table.
All is well, for now. <3
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