Such a Mom

I am such a Mom,
one of those moms that can spend hours
upon hours
upon hours
upon hours
talking about my kids.
I sure like those little punks.
(most of the time, and the other times I am trying not to sell them to the gypsies)
 
 
 
 
 
 
Here is Punk #1’s school Christmas program.
Wanna play “Where’s Waldo” again?
Those of you that know my punks will be able to spot her.
For those of you that don’t, here is some help.

I love it when they are in front.
Makes taking pictures much easier.


Can you just see me now. Standing up waving yelling “honey…smile for mama!”
(BTW, who in the world is that punk kid next to her, he was messin’ with her the whole time! sheeze, some people’s kids!)



Hey beautiful girl!!

Where’s Katie

I love going to the punks school programs.
They are always so excited to see me.
My kids go to a very large, very crowded school.
There are about 1200 students
and 7 2nd grade classes.
Punk#2 is in second grade.
Remember the “Where’s Waldo” books?
Well’ we are playing “Where’s Katie”
Can you see her in the sea of 7 year olds?

Here, let me help ya out.

She sees me!


And she is discretely waving at me


Oh, good, they are done, now I can stand up and get a picture.
“Katie! Katie!….SMILE!!”

I love school programs.

Emma Lou

Emma Lou, she is punk number 4. She is the baby girl, and boy does she know it!

I sing a little song to her, it goes something like this: “Emma Lou, is a poo, Emma Lou Lou’s a poo poo…” She turns down her little mouth into a sad pout, drops her head and says “I not a poo poo I a bootiful grill! I da baba grill!!”
Tonight, she wet her pants, because she refuses to get on the potty by herself. When I found her with her pants dropped to her ankles and a puddle around her feet, she got a swat on the butt. She ran crying to her Daddy and said “Mama spank my butt, it hurt worse than anyfing in my whole wife!”

(I love this picture, she is holding her arms in the air, being all brave, the ride hasn’t even started yet!)

Punk number 4, she really is a “bootiful grill” She will come up to me, for no reason, and wrap her pudgy little arms around my legs and say “you are my favortiest mama in da whole world!”

Those are the moments in mommyhood, the moments that cut through the clutter, nosie and distraction, that make it all worth it.
Emma Lou, you are my favoritest Punk #4 in the whole wide world!!!

The Education of My Daughters

My daughters are being educated. They go to school, get good grades, they can read and write and do math. Is that enough? They will go through public education, and possibly higher education, and by the worlds standards they will be “well educated”. Is that enough; is a good college education enough? It is highly valued, highly esteemed, and highly sought after, but is it enough? Is it even the best? We know what the world values, but what does God value? What type of education would he have us give to our daughters? I know the Lord Values education, he wants us to be well educated, and it is a good thing…but is it the best? Our daughters need to be educated in the art of keeping a home. Our schools have been washed clean of any gender specific instruction. They no longer teach our girls how to cook, clean and sew. I think that is entirely up to me. I need to teach my daughters how to be a wife and mother. It is so much easier to shoo them away when I am cooking, I am quicker and much more efficient on my own, but how does that teach my girls? It doesn’t. I think it is important that they know the basics, they need to be able to cook from scratch (it is cheaper and healthier) they need to be able to clean, organize, care for children and do basic sewing. They need to be able to run a home. They need to be able to make a home. They need to understand that no matter what the “world” says the womanly art of homemaking is a valuable and precious skill. They will learn these things at my side. They will not only learn the mechanics of these skills, they will learn to love them, and value them, and they will learn the importance of these skills. This means I need to take a deep breath, be patient, and dig deep on those trying days. I need to remember the big picture.