Thursday, September 30, 2010

Fussing Frenzy

I think it is important that my kids appreciate all they have in life. Day in and day out I reminded of how blessed I really am.

So, when my boys fuss, complain or get upset that I didn't buy them something on our trip to Wal-Mart, it drives me crazy.

Just this week, we were leaving Wal-Mart after having spent nearly one hundred dollars.

Kipper fussed because he didn't get a shirt, he didn't get a toy, he didn't get a drink, or any candy.

Noah complained he didn't get a toy, he didn't get a drink, and he didn't get a shirt... (He did get candy - but he forgot about it and I ate it for lunch.)

Back to the issue at hand, the whole point our trip was to pick up Noah's new glasses.

So, as they are going on and on about not getting anything...I tell them I have had enough.

"You have got to be more thankful for the things you do have," I say this looking back at them buckled up in their car seats.

"Noah, I just bought you some new glasses and Kipper you get things all the time. I don't want to hear anymore fussing!" I turn back around in my seat and start the car.

From the back seat Noah says, "Thank you Mom for buying my glasses."

"You're welcome Noah."

Okay, so maybe they've heard me this time, and the fussing will stop.

Kipper says from the backseat, "Thank you for not buying me a truck."

"You're welcome buddy, no problem."

It's a start.

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

April's No Fool: Brotherly Love

April's No Fool: Brotherly Love: "I love being the mother of two boys. People often ask me, 'Don't you want a girl?' No...I mean maybe later in life I will wish for the rela..."

Brotherly Love

I love being the mother of two boys. People often ask me, "Don't you want a girl?" No...I mean maybe later in life I will wish for the relationship only a mother and daughter can have...but honestly, I love having boys.
I have two brothers, who I love dearly...and would do anything for. There is just something special about having a brother.

Seeing Noah and Kipper together makes my heart smile.  Especially, when they celebrate each other's accomplishments.

Noah started kindergarten this year and a big deal at our house is "getting on green." Which means you didn't get in trouble at school for talking when you weren't suppose to, not following directions, getting out of get the point.

Well, there have been a few times (9 so far) where Noah hasn't gotten on green.

When I pick Noah up, the first thing he'll say is what color he got, yellow or red.

One day, my Mom picked Noah up for me. When I got home, he came running out of her house yelling..."I got on green!" His little fist raised in the air and a huge smile on his face.

Kipper heard the good news and ran to his brother eager to share his own good news..."I didn't poop in my pants!"

They smiled at each other, happy with their accomplishments and proud of one another.

I too was proud, for a number of reasons. First, Noah got on green, second Kipper didn't poop in his pants and perhaps the biggest reason of all...I saw the love they feel for each other.

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Thank God for Surprises

I have two dear friends expecting their first child next year. While talking with them about their pregnancies I am reminded of carrying my own children. The excitement, the joy, or the time I tried to strangle Brent. (That's another story)
I remember finding out I was pregnant in the summer of 2004...later that year I would learn my first child would be a boy. Brent and I decided to name him Noah Thomas. I also remember finding out he had a clubbed foot.

My heart broke for this little boy, for the obstacles he would face, the pain he might have to go through. I also felt guilty, thinking somehow I had caused this.

Thankfully, God answered our prayers and Noah's clubbed foot was very mild. He wore a cast for the first six weeks of his life. Today, he is a soccer stud. We still have that little cast.

Finding out I was pregnant with Kipper was a lot different. It was the summer of 2006. I was at work in the dressing room and noticed I was putting on weight. I thought, "Oh No! This can't be..."

You see, we were trying for Noah. Kipper was our surprise and continues to surprise us and make us laugh. God knew what we needed and when we needed it.

So, as my friends prepare for the birth of their children ( they both want boys :) ) I pray God will give them healthy babies...who never stop making their parent's smile.

Monday, September 27, 2010

Heaven and Chuck-E-Cheese

First things first. I am new to the blogging thing although I love to write and have kept a journal since the fifth grade.

I decided to blog because I have so many stories to share about my children. I know, your thinking...just another parent rambling on and on about their children. Here's the kids are FUNNY! Seriously, they are. Just keeping reading.

My son Noah is five years old, and very literal. Nothing gets past him. He's intelligent, very athletic and full of enegry!

My son Kipper is three years old, and spunky. He is full of imagination, loves to watch movies and play baseball.

So, every night we say our prayers. Last night, my kids bombarded me with questions about heaven and what happens when you die.

I mean, they are 5 and 3, what kids thinks about these things...mine do.
So, as I am trying to explain to them heaven is beautiful, the streets are paved with gold, "yes, Noah we will all be there." My kids have more questions.

And this is where the true difference in their personality comes in. Parents will tell you, every child is different...and they are.

Example...Noah wants to know if we will have time to pack before we go to heaven, "I will pack really fast."

My answer, Noah - God will have everything you need.

Kipper's only concern..."Will Chuck-e-cheese be there?"

Well, Kipper I'm not sure...