BOOM!! bounce bounce bounce
The school day is done, and I was answering blog comments, and I heard this loud noise. Don’t worry. All is well. I ran to check it out. I scanned the front yard. No one there, but it sounded like someone had hit our house with a basketball! Weird!
Just then, Joshua barged in the back door and proudly proclaimed, “I just kicked a soccer ball OVER the roof! I’ll go get it!”
Big boys. I am lovin’ it. Babies and toddlers are adorable, but big boys are WHERE IT’S AT!
They wipe their own bottoms, they still do hilarious things, they can get their own snacks (but then you have to guard your kitchen), and best of all, they only require minimal supervision. No, actually, the best part is that they can even help with their little brothers!!
“Ew. public bathroom. Here, Joshua. Take Daniel to the bathroom with you, and make sure he washes his hands. Thank you!!!”
They earn their keep for sure.
One thing that is often mentioned in my comment section, especially yesterday, is that I am too hard on myself.
This is true. I am waaaay too hard on myself. I’m going to try to give myself a little more grace. Even my kids pick up on this.
Joshua looked at me the other day, as I was struggling to teach through the bronchitis, and said, “Mom! Go lay down!”
I adore them. Hang in there, Moms of only little bitties. Our work will pay off!
It’s ridiculous that we are so hard on ourselves, because if you step back and look at it, it’s all pretty cute and hilarious. I mean, the kids are cute and hilarious. Actually, our expectations are too!!! (She thinks she can home school 4 boys, update her blog daily, AND have a clean house, isn’t that cute and hilarious!??) Or maybe it’s just me….surely someone can relate…
We are raising four boys here. What did I think that would look like???? Ha!!!
As I was writing this, John David needed attention, so I stopped and sat with him on the porch. I love the little balcony I have in my bedroom, and so does J.D. I asked him if he’d like to read, and he did, so we went inside to the book corner. I pulled out several books.
He insisted on Old McDonald Had a Farm. It has good pictures. Plus, I sing that one.
I finished, and I tried to move onto Richard Scary. Nope.
JD scowled and handed me back Old McDonald. I sang it again. Daniel heard and came running. He wanted Oh, David next, so we read that.
JD scowled and handed me back Old McDonald. I sang it, half hoarse, thanks to the lingering bronchitis, for the third time.
That made Daniel think of his Old McDonald game, so he begged me to get it down for him until I finally did so.
JD scowled and handed me Old McDonald. The only way I was finally able to get out of singing it for the sixth time was, “Hey, JD, do you want to go eat a snack!?”
Food works for everything. Food is our most powerful bargaining tool as parents, well, I mean, besides guilt (also effective bwaaahahahaha). I am not ashamed, besides, it was 3:00, and I was starving.
Three o-clock has to be snack time. Who in the world can go from 11:30 pm to 5:30pm without eating?
Well, it isn’t good for your metabolism either. 🙂
Apparently, JD was hungry because he consumed a ton of Greek yogurt, which he, of course, insisted on feeding himself. I’ve just recently let him do that, and he is really good at spoons now!
As I sat there, just watching Daniel and JD eat yogurt, I couldn’t help but notice the yarn strewn across the floor. Caleb had been “building” something. The school books weren’t put away yet. The sink is still full of dishes. I unloaded the bottom rack of the dishwasher, but I didn’t make it to the top rack before someone needed something. Two baskets of clean laundry to be put away stared at me from the stair landing.
Most of all, I noticed their adorable faces, the way the yogurt falls from their spoons to the floor sometimes, and most importantly, the way they smile at me. They love and appreciate me with their whole little hearts!
It all made me think of this blog, and yesterday, and how uptight I probably sounded. Ha! Clutter! Mess! Yogurt faces….
What a beeeeeeeautiful mess. Glorious. It all means one thing. It means that I get to spend all this time with my four favorite little boys, and at the end of the day, my favorite man comes through the door.
Wow. I am so blessed. WHY am I being so hard on myself? How ABSURD! People often use the term ‘hot mess,’ and I think that more applies to a young, attractive person that doesn’t have their act together yet.
What we have here is abundantly more exciting than that. A house full of growing children.
Now that’s what I call success. 🙂 That is what a beautiful mess actually looks like, and I LOVE it.
Perhaps I need to chill a little bit and embrace these gifts.