What is wrong with people?!

The news is so disturbing this week that I cannot shake it from my brain. I am sickened and saddened and confused by people I do not even want to understand. In my home town last night, not far from where my mother lives, an 18 year old stabbed a 4 year old to death with a pair of scissors...in the 4 year old's own room...where his 6 year old brother was also. The assailant also attacked the pregnant mother as she tried to save her child. How does this happen?! How do you ever feel safe in your own home again? How will this poor woman go on and give her surviving children a feeling of safety in the world now that she knows there is none? And this is only ONE of the stories that has me physically ill. Another woman put her 10 day old infant in the washing machine and ran it. WTH?! And do not get me started on the sick people allowed to work in day care. Thank you, God, for a life that allows me to be home with my babies. Please give me the strength to send them into the world and not home school them out of fear. Keep them safe from sick, crazy people. Help me to teach them that the world is still full of love and kindness, even if I am doubting it. God, please be with the victims in these horrible tragedies, like only You can. Amen

Bear with me...or Bare with me...whichever you prefer

The quality WILL improve here. Been really busy lately. I know that will only get worse as the kids get better, but for now I am just trying to get into the habit of posting. I promise I have better things to say and share. Eventually I will get you caught up on the kids and then ride that wave through their lives...which, by the way, are traveling at breakneck speed! How are they 6 and 4?! I am taking the boy to the Zoo today. I think it may be the first time he has ever been without his sister. This is a little sad, but she loves it SO much that I always hate the thought of going with out her. He has been screwed a little because he was born last. Well, not really. He actually has reaped the benefits of not being first: more toys, more well rounded toys, mellower parents, constant playmate, etc. We miss the girl when she is at school. She is a much better playmate than I am, but I digress. We are off to see the animals because the weather does not realize that it is November in Oklahoma. I am sure that it will remember soon...and we will pay. But for today, we shall enjoy the freak weather.

2 days in a row

Wow...look at me go! LOL! I really should be getting the kids and myself ready for the day...but what ever.

The time has changed again. I like THIS one. I get to sleep in a little and yet still get up early. It is glorious for a non morning person like myself. I try not to let negativity steal this joy by already dreading the "Spring Forward" because that one nearly kills me every year. Even the verbiage is great..."Fall back". Like the old Nestea plunge. Just let go and "fall back" into bed. Where "Spring forward" it so bold and active. But while I enjoy falling, the entire daylight savings time drives me batty. We are not, predominately farmers anymore. Leave the dang clock alone. Babies and children do not get the concept and it messes with much needed routine. We need the daylight at the end of the day...that is when we play. But enough about DST. I am sure you all have your feelings on it as well and are likely discussing it in your own lives.

I will now attempt to put a photo on my Blog...I need a drum roll here...no really...I do not think you are grasping the depth of my technological inferiority...

Yeah...I don't think it took. I am now off to wrangle the children into school worthy attire, pack lunches and fill little bellies with oatmeal...and make my wee boy cry because it is now a school day. Have a great one!

Okay...

So, I am not holding up my end of this blogging thing. Sorry. Life gets busy and I get tired. It happens. Then your husband rescues your long lost photos and you spend all of your time checking them out and crying a little over how quickly time goes by. THEN you remember that you are a technological idiot and cannot even share said photos on your blog and it takes some of your steam away....oh, and the time changed. But enough excuses. I am obviously trying to get back on track because today...today I blogged. :)

4:30am

So, my loving spouse had to go out of town on business today. This is not a typical thing with his work and he hated having to do it on the wee boy's birthday, but it could not have been helped. It really is okay. The giant celebration occurred yesterday and was spectacular. I will write about it later. Anyway, said spouse arose at 4:30am and, despite his firm belief to the contrary...he is NOT quiet. I am happy about it. Yes, I said happy about it. You know me, I am NOT morning people and am exhausted from the celebration of my son's birth, but I am thrilled to be sitting here in the dark of the predawn typing away and I will tell you why. My daughter loves the idea of fairies. She has a small, square, wooden box...well, tray is likely more accurate. My mother gave it to her for her birthday and it is full of sand and little beach toys. She loves it. Both kids love sand toys. Likely because they make me batty and are messy, but whatever the case...the kids love sand toys. When my daughter first got the sand box it somehow ended up with a couple of coins in it. Likely the result of a brother who is forbidden to touch the sand box. (Do not worry about him, he got his own yesterday. Likely because my mother loves him more than she does me. :) But I digress. When my daughter discovered the coins in the sand and no one was forthcoming about how they got there, she decided that fairies must be responsible. Upon sharing this theory with me, I of course vowed secretly in my own mind to perpetuate this belief when ever possible. What does all of this have to do with me being awake at 4:30am and happy about it? Last night my precious angel left her sand box on the kitchen table and I know that she did it to see if the fairies will strike again. Normally I am good at taking care of these things but last night I was TOTALLY exhausted and went to bed early. When my loving spouse arose at the ridiculous hour I oozed out of bed, scavenged for change and loaded both children's sand boxes. See...happy. Also, I got to send my man out into the world with a hug, a kiss and a muttered statement of love. It is all good. :)

My precious first born

So, my daughter is cleaning her room today...not because I asked her to, not because her father demanded it. We got home form a weekend with the family and she just decided to do it. She comes down the stairs and asks for a bag. I take it up and she has decided to rid her room of 30 stuffed animals and an entire trash bag of toys. WOW! Stuffed animals somehow hold her soul and we recently thinned the herd by an entire trash bag already, so this is very unexpected. When I question her motives to get a feel for whether this is temporary and will be reconsidered within the next 24 hours or real she says to me...in all seriousness..."It's not that I don't love my stuff, Mommy...I can't help it. It is the way God made me, with a heart to give." WOW. She is amazing and for real. I cannot for the life of me figure out how I got so lucky twice. My kids amaze and inspire me. I hope o be them when I grow up. We are now looking for the proper charity to donate the beloved items. They must go to children who need them. This is the rule of their former owner. Man, did I mention that I love her? Did I also mention how hard I had to giggle at her nearly 4 year old brother? He is not yet as enlightened and deeply in the age of "if I see it, I must have it and will figure out later whether I want it or not." It was KILLING him to see his sister purge her room of once precious worldly goods. He was more than happy to offer his room as a new home to the now homeless items. Bless his heart.

Wow

So, in 2008 I was going to start a blog. I said I was technologically challenged, and I stand by that as it is now half way through 2010 and this is my second post and I still have no idea what I am doing. It isn't that I have had nothing to say for the last 2+ years, as anyone who knows me knows that I am seldom out of words. (And really, if you do not know me, what are you doing reading about my life...stalker.) I forgot where my blog was, how to access it and how to make time to post. I am trying again...maybe. Bear with me...or is it bare with me...I always wonder. Either way, I am trying. You do not know that because, well, I have not shared my blog with anyone. Why would I? There is nothing to read or look at yet. I hope one day, to be be able to post pictures here. We shall see what time has in store. Maybe Sarah can come and tutor me one day in all of her spare time. LOL!