Wee Aim To Please

This saying is on the wall in Geoff's grandma's bathroom. I always thought it was funny, but after having three little boys in my house, I now see the wisdom in it:

Our Aim Is To Keep This Bathroom Clean

Your Aim Will Help

More Than I Can Bear

Tonight Clark was in charge of giving our "Family Night" lesson. I gave him several topics to pick from, and he chose to talk about prayer. At the end, he asked everyone to share a time when prayer had helped them. I went first and told my story, which consisted of being comforted by prayer when I was young and away from my parents. I really didn't expect Clark to have a story to tell because - well - he's 3! What does he know anyway? But, surprise! He spoke up right after me and very confidently stated that he wanted to tell his story next. And then with all the seriousness he could muster, he told us the following inspirational story about prayer: (These are his words... more or less)

"When I was a baby, on my 4-month birthday, I crawled away into the forest. And I was away from my parents and I was really scared. A bear came and was scratching my face, but I said a prayer and Heavenly Father helped me beat him up."

Falling Falling All Around

Happy Fall!

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It's My Lucky Day

I left Clark at our kitchen table for a few minutes to color a picture while I ran to the computer to look something up. As I sat here typing, I heard Ty waking up from his nap. Call me cruel, but my first thought was, "Bummer! Now all three of my kids are awake and home at the same time - there goes all of my peace for the rest of the day." Until... I walked back into the kitchen a few minutes later to find this:

Sweet! One more kid down for a nap! It's my lucky day!

My Purpose As A Mom Is To Make Sure My Kids Are Miserable

Yesterday, as I was getting the kids ready to go to the babysitter, Drew decided he wanted to wear his soccer cleats instead of his regular sandals. I promptly put the kibosh on that idea and so he promptly retaliated with whines and cries and "why not?" After bantering back and forth several times he finally stopped and looked at me as if he was completely disgusted with every single fiber of my very being. "Mom," he huffed out, "Why don't you want me to be happy?"

Giddy Up!

Ever since Ty started crawling, Drew and Clark think he is a horse.

Dirt Monitor

My little Ty has started crawling! It's just darling. He can't quite get the full forward motion yet, so he usually ends up crawling sideways or diagonally. He was on the floor all day yesterday edging around the different rooms of the house and discovering places & things he's never had access to. After his first full day of exploration, I finally picked Ty up and headed for bath time. I reached down to start unbuttoning his shirt when I realized, "OH MY GOSH! Your clothes are filthy!" Dirt, dust, crumbs, string, lint, etc. - it was all there caked to his outfit. Upon further investigation, I found that his knees were just as soiled as his clothing, and the top of his socks weren't even white anymore but a nasty dark brown. And then it hit me: "Holy cow - I need to mop my floor!"

Have I mopped my floor yet? No way - I'm blogging.