Trial Run

My little boy is old enough to go to VBS this year.  He's there right now. 

When I think about Seth and what he was like a year ago, I am overwhelmed with sentamentality.  He was a little over three years old.  He wasn't potty trained and he hardly said anything.  He was still in the toddler chubby phase with fluffy cheeks and baby fat on his legs.  Now, after more than a year of speech therapy, he's asking and answering more questions.  He goes to the bathroom without assistance.  And he looks like a preschooler, not a toddler. 

When I dropped him off,

his teacher asked him if he was five. 

I almost cried,

"No, he's my baby and he'll always be two!" 

Only a small part of me wants him to be forever two.

But he's growing up too fast. 

It's strange having only three children at home especially since two of them are asleep and the other is thoroughly entertained with Play Doh. 

Who knew that 3 hours could feel like such a long time?   Two down, one to go.  

I'm looking at this as a trial run for preschool.  I'm not doing so well.

Totally Worth It

I want to have more time to invest in my personal appearance.  I want to paint my toes.  I want a updated haircut.  And I want to dress fashionably in a classic style. 

As a Mommy, most (truthfully: all) of these things fall by the wayside.  

It's okay that instead of cute jeans I wear elastic wasted pants.  It's okay that my feet are calloused and neglected.  It's okay that my eyebrows are a little bit frightening. 

STOP!

The truth it's not okay, but it's worth it. 

It's totally worth it to get snot on my stretched-out, breast milk stained, hole-ly t-shirt because that snot belongs to one of my precious gifts. 

It's worth it to have my hair pulled back into a ponytail everyday but Sunday because at least it's out of my eyes so I can see the wonder of God's creation embodied in small children with grimy hands. 

It's worth it to let my leg hair grow because my short skirts don't fit anyway because my hips have carried four miracles. 

It's worth these small sacrifices to be a Mommy.  I love being an average Mommy.  My aspirations of being like celebrity mommies can wait until children at my house can tie their own shoes and wipe their own bottoms.

But...


if I were to get a fashionable new do. 


It would be this one...

Kyle

My computer got a virus.  I'm using my husband's today.  I'm trying really hard not to think about all of the pictures that are on there that could fall victim to Antivir.  

It really makes me wish that my husband was a geek.  No offense, but some people are really good with technology.  This is a good thing.  Our uniqueness makes the world go round. 

Kyle, however, is not a geek.  Computers aren't his thing.  But Kyle can create beautiful things with wood, re-plumb and re-wire our whole house, and make a wasteland of a backyard into a park.  And that's the short list!  He can also fix cars, have deep discussions about theology, and make small children laugh.  I actually can't say enough wonderful things about my husband.  So, I'll stop whining about the fact that Kyle isn't a geek, and I'll be grateful for amazing kitchen lighting and a functional toilet.