More boots...

Last spring, I bought Nate a pair of cowboy boots that were on sale. He LOVED those things! Wore them all the time. With everything! Finally, this summer, they just got too small to wear. He refuses to give them up though, so they sit in his closet. I found another pair of used boots and picked them up today. I showed them to him when we got home this afternoon and he has yet to take them off (3.5 hours later). I cannot believe how much this kid loves his cowboy boots! I love it. He looks absolutely adorable in them!

Ah, a mini-crisis in the morning...

My morning started with a conversation with Lex about what he wanted for his snack and his lunch today. He then asked, "Can you pack me something good and not that healthy stuff you've been giving me?" All I could do was laugh.

Then, later on, Nate came into the kitchen crying. I was trying to figure out was going on as he was kicking his feet and yelling, "It hurts!" Come to find out it was his nose. I immediately think he fell while running and hurt his nose and then he pointed UP his nose. I see a little piece of yellow. My thoughts instantly go to "what truck/car piece is yellow?" Ah, but then I remember what he was eating...Reese's Pieces. Yep, my son stuck one up his nose. So, I try to get him to blow and try to melt the candy. It worked. I kept having him blow and blow and eventually the candy piece came out. Ah, what a life I lead...

My life is not what I thought it was going to be

...it's so much better! I used to live by myself, exercise a minimum of two hours a day, go to work and pour my life and soul into my students and take classes. Don't get me wrong, I absolutely love teaching. I loved my students. I loved pouring my everything into them. I had no intentions of being married, I mean really! I was a modern career bound woman! Who needed a husband and kids to hold me back?? It was the rest of my life that sucked...only I didn't know it at the time. I *thought* I was happy. My house was beyond organized. I don't mean a little, I mean my JUNK drawer was organized! And then, I met Erik. Okay, my organization didn't go completely downhill then, but quite a bit. But, my happiness level sure went up! Something about him made me WANT to marry him and spend the rest of my life with him. And then, I got this urge to have kids. What the heck was that about?! Anyways...fast forward a few years later...

God gave us two boys! Boys! I know I'm not the girly type, but boys?! And, quite spirited ones at that! I joke all the time that's a damn good thing they're cute because boy-oh-boy! My house is crazy. I really mean it. Last night Erik and I were in the living room talking for a bit. The boys have plastic bats and they were going in between making the bats fly (across my living room) and shooting off their nerf guns. Either one, I realized that Erik and I were moving out of the way like it was second nature so we didn't get hit. Ah, but it's not the boys themselves you see, I realized they get it from their father. As I was on the phone later, Erik was throwing peanuts at me in the kitchen from the dining room. Genetics?

So, yes, my house is a bit, um, unorthodox to say the least. But, we sure to do laugh a lot.

Nate is in pre-school!

Yep! My baby is officially a big boy. We got there the first official day and he got a little nervous. I had to keep reminding him that I would be back to get him, he knew his teachers and he has friends in school. His Spiderman backpack looked so big on him. Almost like a little kid trying to play dress-up. His teachers came down the hall to get them and the kids lined up. He wanted me to walk down the hall with him but I just kept telling him that I would be back to get him soon and that he would have tons of fun. He took a big breath in and said, "Okay, Mommy." I gave him a kiss, told him I loved him and down the hall he went. So incredibly bittersweet.

Reading the Bible tonight...

While doing our nightly Bible reading, I answered another 90798789 questions from Nate as to why we can't see God in the Bible stories, only the other people. Then, I answered some questions from Lex as to how He sees and hears everything. His response? "How does he do that? Does he have video cameras or something up there?"

Oh, the things that I have washed...

One thing that people don't tell you when you have kids is how your laundry life will change. Yep, laundry life. I don't mean when your baby is a baby. We all either bought the special baby detergent and/or washed it separately from the rest of the family's clothes. I mean, when your baby(ies) are into regular clothes. Yep, your laundry life will change. Suddenly, whatever amount of socks you think you have, it will automatically double (at least) and, along with that, you won't be able to find matches. You will try every.single.trick. out there and I would bet you my afternoon cup of coffee that at least one sock will come out without it's mate. My Mom used to keep a big basket full of unmatched socks and about once a month, while we were all in the living room, the dreaded basket would come out and the match-up game would begin. Guess what's started in my house now?! Seriously, save yourself the agony. Go out right now and buy yourself a special sock basket just for this occasion. You may not need it now, but you will.
Another thing that has changed in my laundry life is that I no longer wash just the normal household items such as blankets, towels, clothes, etc. I have also been known to wash, and sometimes dry; blue tooths, cell phones, crayons (these are fun in the dryer!), white board markers (another fun one!), rocks, shoes, barbies, hot wheels, toothbrushes, candy wrappers, cat toys and a myriad of non-wearable items. I've decided to stop being upset about it and treat it like a game. All the money is mine! :)

I've been dubbed a "small Mommy" by my children

Yep. They have no both officially realized that I'm short. Um, I am a full five feet and one and a half inches!!
Lex first noticed it about a year and half ago. He, out of the blue, asked me about eating more so I could grow up and be bigger like the other Mommy's. Um, kid, I eat enough, trust me on this one. So, we had to have "the talk" about how not everyone is tall.
Fast forward to the other day. Nate, out of the blue, asks me why I am a "wittle Mommy." I ask him to explain and he tells me that I am "wittler than the other Mommy's." Freaking great. Today as Nate and I were out doing errands, he managed to point out to me every.single.short.person. Yep. "Look Mom! She's a wittle Mommy too! Just like you!"
So, I am now either a small or little Mommy. According to them, maybe one day I'll get bigger like them. Thanks boys. Thanks.

Fashion

One day Nate will really care about what he wears and what he looks like. But, until that time, I keep taking pictures of him and writing things down for the use of blackmail. If you can picture me, I am laughing and rubbing my hands together. :)
Anyways, today he opted to wear underwear (it's an option on days if we are not going to church or school) backwards. Of course, what boy wouldn't when they put the picture on the butt?! A pari of shorts (backwards), a Rolling Stones t-shirt that consisted of a large tongue, his yellow rain jacket, flip flops and sunglasses. What a site!