Friday, October 20, 2017

Boyd Land

So here's some of the things that have happened since I blogged last week:

My granddaughters had a sleepover at Nana's house. While they were there, they found a measuring cup, a makeup brush, a roll of tape and a few other items that had somehow made their way into the toys.

Talia, who never stays all night in her own bed, slept the night through. (This is not the first time she's done this while at Nana's house). When the girls are over, they sleep on a pallet that I make for them on the floor of my bedroom. Talia's parents have threatened to make her sleep on the floor at home in hopes of her sleeping through the night.

Stella, while talking in her sleep, informed me that she was dreaming she had a baby brother (her parents are NOT expecting) and that she got to wear a really great pair of shoes.

A girl after my own heart.

I fell this week and really hurt my arm. My elbow's all bruised and I think I hurt some nerves because my whole arm is in pain. I fell off the table while trying to screw back in the globes that I had just cleaned from the light fixture. I told various family members that I hurt myself when I fell off the table.

NO ONE asked me what I was doing on the table in the first place. Apparently that's just standard behavior for our family.

I also had the following comments/conversations with my family throughout the week:

*I led someone to the Lord over xbox live!

*I feel like a real housewife.

*please pray because my foot got crushed between two pallets at work.

*I think I have a sinus infection. I feel like there's a spike going through my head.

*I feel swollen.

*Can you pick up 10 pounds of chicken for me today?

Family Member:  My computer's not working.

Me:  It looks like your hard drive might be fried.

FM:  Is there anyway to get all my stuff off of there?

Me:  Don't you back stuff up?

FM:  No ... unless it's on the cloud.

Me:  Did you save it to a cloud?

FM:  Not that I know of. I just thought it might be up there somewhere. (Picking up his/her phone) Okay Google.

Me:  You have an iPhone. You have to talk to Siri.


And that's how we roll in Boyd Land. Happy weekend!





Wednesday, October 18, 2017

A Birth Day Story

Today’s post is about this cutie. 



She just turned three on Sunday! So because it was her birthday, I thought I’d share with you a short story of her birth!

The night before Talia was born, I was having some contractions they weren’t super painful and were still about 10-12 minutes apart. I was keeping track on a little notepad and I can remember Matt asking me often, are you having another one? I never had contractions with Stella because I was induced. I wasn’t sure what to expect or how things were going to go. The contractions I was having with Talia became more consistent and a bit more painful as the evening went on. I called the hospital and they said if I felt like I needed to come in, do it. I remember it was about midnight when I decided I was just going to try and sleep because it probably wasn’t labor. I tried using the heating pad to relieve some pain and took a Benadryl to help me sleep. Neither of those things helped, as I woke up 15 minutes later, still in pain. I didn’t want to go in to the hospital yet because they said contractions needed to be 3-5 minutes apart. At this point they were still 5-8 minutes apart. It was about 2:45 am when I finally decided we should probably go to the hospital. 

We got our toddler out of bed and loaded her in the car. We didn’t want to bother anyone if it was nothing, so we just took her with us. When we got to the hospital at 3 am, I was already dilated to a 7, so they took me to a room right away. Things were moving pretty quick and they were prepping everything so there really wasn’t time to call for someone to get Stella. We told her to quietly lay down, and she fell back to sleep in the chair in the corner of the delivery room. 

The contractions were really strong at the point, and I was progressing so fast they told me an epidural was no longer an option. It was super painful and as each contraction happened, I remember looking at the ceiling a lot of the time because it had a lot of little squares. Side thought: During this pregnancy I played candy crush--a lot! So each little tile on the ceiling to me was a candy crush game which actually got me through labor. My doctor arrived fairly quickly. 

I was fully dilated by 5 am, and by 5:15 our beautiful baby girl had arrived. Shortly after she was born we were all moved to our room and Stella woke up. 



A few minutes later my husband was asleep and now I was awake with a newborn and a toddler and did I mention I just gave birth? I mean, waiting for a baby to come is exhausting right? Perhaps the adrenaline wore him out or maybe he was tired because he had been up almost 24 hours!


So now it's your turn. What did you do to help you get through labor? Did any of your husbands fall asleep?


Monday, October 16, 2017

Where Does the Time Go?

  Where does the time go? It seems like just yesterday my babies were newborns,
 

and now I have these little people in my house that can actually carry on a conversation with me.


  Our son doesn't have many actual words that he says, but he likes to mimic everything. His most recent word that he learned was "fries" or "ries" as he calls them. I think that one will actually stick with him because this boy loves his "ries". He's also the kid that will scream to have his shoes taken off the second we get into the van, but when we're at home he won't be caught dead without his monster feet slippers. He got some monkey slippers a while back, but they were too big and he hasn't been able to wear them, but he really liked them. So I found some $5 monster feet slippers at Walmart and when I came home with them, he was so excited. He wears them from the moment he wakes up, till the moment we take them off of him after he's already fallen asleep. And if for some reason they fall off during the day, he comes looking for me to help him get them back on. 

  Our daughter is talking more and more every day. One Sunday recently, she was just so chatty on the way to church, I mean question, after statement, after question, after statement.  My husband finally looked at her and said "you are really gonna give those nursery workers something to listen to, aren't you?".  She just laughed as if she knew exactly what he said. Sometimes the things that come out of her mouth just shock us. Not that it's any huge, profound statement, but it still shocks us at times that she knows those specific words and the sentence was put together correctly. I still expect the "What doing?" or the "need fries", not the "What are you doing?" or the "I don't need nuggets, just fries for me". She actually said that to me tonight. My two year old! 

  Where did the last two years go? Does any of you other moms out there remember those days when you were single and the year seemed to drag by and you felt like your life was going by so slow and you were never gonna find that guy, and be married, and have kids? Now that you have kids though, isn't this how you feel? Didn't we just do this whole Christmas thing a couple of months ago? Wasn't your first birthday just last week, not four months ago?? Why are we flying the "W" again, didn't they just do this world series thing? 😏 (That's for you, father-in-law). I just feel like every time I blink, a week, or a month has gone by and I don't know how!

   Now, I'm not the girl sitting at the single's outing at Steak and Shake wondering if that guy is ever gonna come along, but I'm the mom sitting at the Cracker Barrel quietly singing "This Little Light of Mine" for the 5th time so that my kids will be quiet until the food comes. Yes, I sing to them in public. My kids love to sing. So we whisper sing in restaurants sometimes while we oh so impatiently wait for our chicken fingers and "ries". A couple of weeks ago we went out with a pastor and his family after church, and there I was in the corner of the table whisper singing all kinds of songs, until  we got to the B-I-B-L-E. Little tip, that's not a song you can whisper sing. We got to the end, and both my one year old and my two year old belted out at the top of their lungs "BIBLE!!!!!!". Well, that got everyone's attention...in the whole restaurant. What can I say. My kids are not ashamed of God's Word. πŸ˜† I should take a lesson from them because I'm pretty sure I looked like a bright red tomato.  Guess I'm going to have to get used to it because with one more baby coming along, I'm pretty sure things won't be getting any quieter. One more baby... Where does the time go??

Friday, October 13, 2017

Boasting of My Success

I've been incredibly successful in the past couple of weeks, and I thought I'd share with you some of my latest accomplishments:









So, got anything you'd like to boast about today?

Wednesday, October 11, 2017

The Best Decision I've Ever Made!


When I was 15 years old, my grandma had asked me to come over to her house. She was taking a soul winning class, “Operation Go” and wanted to get some practice. She started going through the steps of Salvation with me as if I were someone she were going to witness to. She got to the last few questions: Do you know if you will go to Heaven when you die? Is that something you want to know?

At that moment, I knew she was no longer practicing and was really trying to lead me to the Lord. I prayed along with her. When she was finished, I felt tricked but believed that I had gotten saved. A short time later I was baptized.

I believe that,  after you’re saved, you should see a difference in how you act, in the things you say, and even your dress. I believe for myself I would act one way for my friends and another while I was at church. I didn’t apply myself in the areas that I should have. 

Later, I started getting involved in ministries but still didn’t participate as much as I should have.

It wasn’t until Christmas break during my Junior year of high school, my parents and I were talking with my youth pastor about some options for me as far as school goes. I wasn’t happy with how school was going for me at the time. With thinking and praying, we came to the decision that I wasn’t going to return to public school when it resumed after break. It was sudden, it was hard, but it was one of the best decisions I have made in my life. 

Some changes were made in my life and I began seriously praying about what God wanted for my life. I prayed for God to show me who I was supposed to marry.

In May of 2010, God answered that prayer. My husband and I have now been married for 6 years and have 3 beautiful girls. 

In May of 2014, We had a Revival at our church, and a Salvation message was preached. As I went home from church that evening, I was feeling so convicted. I thought I was saved, but I was having serious doubts about whether or not I was going to Heaven when I die. The next evening I was feeling the same way, and I had to do something about it. May 1st, 2014, I trusted Christ as my personal Savior. I know without a shadow of a doubt where I’m going when I die. 

If you don’t know today that you are 100% saved and on your way to Heaven, talk to someone! It is the best decision you will ever make in your life!

Tuesday, October 10, 2017

Hobbies aren't for mothers!

   Today, my husband told me I needed a hobby. You see, he has several hobbies, but his hobbies only require a one time purchase that he made back when he was a teenager. For example, He loves to hunt.

But other than a hunting license every year, he already has the bow, and the rifle, and the tree stands, and the camouflage clothing. He's had all of that for years because he's hunted for years.  So when I try to explain to him that having a hobby is too expensive, he doesn't quite understand.

  I have several hobbies. I love to do crafts. But the craft supplies don't just appear out of thin air. Say if I wanted to make a wreath for my front door. That seems thrifty, right? Because making one would definitely be cheaper than buying one already made. Have you seen the price of a simple wreath at Hobby Lobby or Michael's?? So making a wreath is cheaper, but still, there's the wreath, and then any flowers, and decorations, and add ons that you want. Even with sales and coupons it still comes out to about thirty dollars to make a wreath. That's fine for a once in a while thing, but not for a hobby.

  I also like to sew and crochet. But again, yarn and material don't just appear out of thin air. Have you ever looked at a crochet pattern before? You need 10 skeins of this color, and another 7 of that color, and don't forget the 4 skeins of that other color for the border. Crocheting is also not a pocket appropriate hobby. Sewing is a little cheaper especially if you wait for sales on the material, but I made some tote bags last year to sell and make a little extra Christmas money. I was shocked at how much it cost me just to make a bag. When you're selling them for $15 and you're making them for $7 or $8, that's not a whole lot of profit. So, I sold them for $20. 😁

  Along the crafting lines, I like to re-purpose pretty much all of my house decorations. I have painted, or spray painted, or burlap wrapped nearly everything I own. I enjoy that and changing the way things look around the house, but again, the paint and burlap aren't free either. Again, not a hobby.

I enjoy reading. I enjoy reading a lot actually. As long as it's one of those books that gets my attention in the first couple of pages. Otherwise, I'll spend a good 6 months trying to read the same book and maybe never get through it. Now, reading is a hobby I can afford because my mom practically has a library of Christian fiction books and she knows what I like to read so she only gives me the good ones. Plus, you can always find books at thrift store for less that a $1. So, why is reading not my hobby you ask? Well, because of these two little toddlers that run around my house. Every mom knows the struggle of sitting down to read, whether it's a book, a recipe, an article, or even your devotions and after about 5 minutes you realize that you've read the same two sentences thirty times and still you have no idea what they said. My kids will want absolutely nothing to do with me until I find something that I would really like to turn my attention to, then suddenly I'm a jungle gym, or they need another snack and more juice, or he took her toy and so she's screaming, or they're trying to brush their teeth on their own...with toilet water, or she has a belt wrapped around his neck and is trying to play doggy. πŸ•πŸ˜• Yes, unfortunately that has happened. ok, so for the safety of my house and children, reading can't be a hobby. Wait till they're in bed? Is that what you're saying? Umm, sometimes I almost don't make it until they go to bed, so I definitely don't stay awake for long once they are asleep.


So for now, my hobby is just simply these guys and their little brother or sister that is on the way. And I think I'm totally okay with that for now. 

Monday, October 9, 2017

See you tomorrow!!

Due to unforseen circumstances (meaning it was a late night and I'm traveling today and I am too car sick to write in the car😁), your regularly scheduled Monday post will be postponed until Tuesday.  See you guys then!!!

Friday, October 6, 2017

Taking A Knee


Who has not heard that phrase in the past few weeks?

"He took a knee ..."

"the entire team took a knee ..." 

"the team announced they will not be taking a knee ..."

It's become the latest statement - the latest apparel choice in the fashion of protest. But taking a knee hasn't always meant a protest. Taking a knee used to mean other things:

Sometimes it meant an attitude of submission:  "Yes, m'lord", said with humble grace and a bowed head.

Sometimes it meant an attitude of prayer re: King Solomon ... the Apostle Paul ... Tim Tebow ...

I've taken a knee in prayer before. I've taken a knee in servitude as I struggled to button coats and tie shoes of my darling grandchildren. Shoot, I've even taken a knee as I looked for my favorite shoes under the bed. 

I've even taken a knee in the choir, although that wasn't on purpose.

Twenty years ago I sang alto in the choir of a very large church. For the morning service, the choir would march into the choir loft from the side rooms off the platform during the prelude. But for the evening service we were a little more informal. About five minutes before the service began, members of the choir would begin meandering up to their seats in the choir loft. The idea was to be in place 2-3 minutes before the hour so that they could start the service with a rousing "opener" - a stirring chorus that started the service.

One Sunday night I was headed for my place in the choir when someone stopped me with a question about the blood drive I was organizing for a man in our church. I tried to answer the questions quickly, but suddenly I realized that the piano was doing the introduction to the opener and I wasn't in my place. I was already at the front of the auditorium, so I made a quick dash for the platform, trying to get to my seat in the choir before the beginning notes were sung. 

I made it up the two stairs to the platform and hurried across to the stairs up to the choir loft. I was breathless and sweating, but within reach of my goal with only 3-4 notes to go in the introduction when the unthinkable happened.

I tripped on the stairs.

I didn't just trip - I snagged the toe of my shoe and literally fell to my knees on the stairway. Everything slowed down to an agonizing crawl as my momentum carried me forward, and I threw out my hands to catch myself. As the choir drew in a collective breath to sing their first note, I wallowed on my hands and knees on the stairs with my rear end waving at the congregation. 

I bounced quickly back to my feet and scurried to the nearest chair, my face glowing red. Half the choir had seen my acrobatics, and so their first notes came out in choked laughs and giggles. The other half of the choir couldn't keep their notes or their tune as they wondered why the choir director was laughing so hard tears were streaming down his face. 

My "taking a knee" made quite a statement and definitely created a memorable start to the service.

So when's the last time you took a knee? Was it on purpose?


Wednesday, October 4, 2017

Lake Day Adventure


We recently had an activity at the lake. We cooked on the grill, the kids played on the playground and we went fishing on the boat. Our daughter Talia heard us saying we were going to Lake Day and she started calling it shake a leg day.

They had a small pavilion that was right next to a playground and had a few swings. Of course, Stella was super excited so she had to try out everything. Olivia found one swing and pretty much stayed their the whole time. Stella tried out the swing next to Olivia, it was a bit higher off the ground. I started pushing her. She said, “whoa, whoa, you have to get me down. I’m freaking out!” A few minutes later she got on another swing but this time on her belly and started swinging like Superman. My husband told her to be careful because her sisters were under the swing playing in the dirt. She said, “I can handle myself.” We just laughed.

A short while later we got to go out on a friend's boat. I thought the girls would have trouble at first because they aren’t the most adventurous little girls. They loved it! At first, they sat pretty still and looked around a bit, just checking things out. Once we got out on the lake they were walking around the boat and both took turns fishing. Stella announced to everyone that she couldn’t believe she was on a boat! Talia and Stella we’re both shushing us and talking to the fish so that they would come out.


I even got to drive! I have only been on a boat a few times, let alone drive one. I was getting the hang of it until another boat was going to pass us soon and started making waves. My husband started saying, “what are you doing, what are you doing?” I shouted nervously, “ I don’t know!” I thought I was doing something wrong or was going to tip the boat and everyone would drown. He was laughing right after I shouted so I knew he was just teasing. We came back to the dock with the same amount of people we went out with so I guess you could say it was successful Captaining.


Highlight of the day:


Talia caught her first fish!

Monday, October 2, 2017

What did that say??

  On deputation we spend a lot of time in the vehicle. So we have to find ways to entertain ourselves, and one of things we like to do is to keep an eye out for interesting signs. Here are a few that have given us a laugh.






Really?? You had one job to do!
















       Well, that could be a problem!!








We've also seen one that was advertising for a tourist attraction. It boasted that it was in the top 101 places to visit in the United States. You know what that means, right? That means it didn't make it in the top 100 places to visit. The only time you brag about being 101 is when you're dalmatians. Or there was the church sign that said "When temptation knocks, let Jesus in." I still don't understand, was temptation knocking or was Jesus knocking... or were they both knocking at the same time? When you guys figure that one out, enlighten me!





Now, these guys thought long and hard about what to name their church. I wonder if they thought that this would solve the problem of people ever needing directions to their church???















We went to this place that had silent night written in many different languages. This one surprised me. I didn't realize that Louisiana Cajun was an actual language. Maybe that's why they're so hard to understand on the swamp people shows.














     

        That just seems harsh!












Well, that's one way to get attention.









Guess there's not a whole lot of church shopping in that area.








 If I put down all the funny signs we've seen, I'd keep you here all day. So we'll stop with that!  Hope this gave you a laugh to start your week!

Friday, September 29, 2017

Teamwork

Especially since our family does not have a lot of females (yet), I like that the ones we do have work so well together.

Kylee, Stephanie and I share a lot of the same goals and interests. For instance, love of God and family, service to the church, keeping our guys out of trouble ... you know, the usual things.

We help out with each others' children--I change the occasional diaper or snuggle one or more of the grandkids until they fall asleep, and Steph and Kylee keep me informed if one of my guys is doing something they shouldn't or has posted something stupid on Facebook.

Both of them have helped me with advice on decorating my home, and they've both made wreaths and/or decorations for me because they're both very crafty and creative. I return the favor by not making something for them because I'm not crafty at all.

We also work well together at planning family activities and get-togethers. There's a lot of us when we're all together and it sometimes takes a lot of planning to have everything go smoothly and everyone be entertained.

Our ability to work well together came in very handy a couple of years ago when we took a day trip to a nearby city to do some shopping. Navigating kids and strollers and shopping bags and diaper bags and lunch times and nap times--not to mention actually shopping at stores--took all three of us.

At one point we were getting ready to leave Hobby Lobby when a full-blown snowstorm suddenly came up. No snow had been predicted for the day, and actually, it wasn't all that cold. We were wearing light jackets and not heavy coats. I was the driver that day, so I volunteered to go get the van and bring it up to the door. The snow was really heavy and the wind whipped all around me ... until I got to the van (it was a big van, so it was parked in the back of the parking lot). As soon as I started the van, the snow let up and by the time I got up to the door, the sun had come out again. Guess we should have waited a few minutes, but when you have crying kids and full diapers, waiting isn't always an option.

At any rate, Kylee and Stephanie quickly loaded up and buckled the kids into their carseats and then settled in themselves. I headed toward the exit where there were several cars lined up, waiting to turn out into traffic. I pulled up to the line of cars, and at that moment our brakes quit working.

"The brakes are out!" I shouted in my best imitation of the heroine in an action movie.

"Honk your horn!" Kylee advised immediately while leaning over to make sure the kids were secure.

"There's room to pull over there!" Stephanie pointed as she watched for openings and helped me navigate into the traffic coming into the parking lot, past the line of waiting cars, and out into the street where I continued honking and driving and pumping useless brakes until I was able to steer into an empty parking lot that allowed the van to roll to a stop.

There was a sudden moment of complete silence as I put the van in park and we all drew shaky breaths of relief and prayers of thanks.

Then out came the cellphones as we called husbands and sons and brothers and arranged a couple of cars to come up and take us home. Then I made more calls to get a tow truck for the van while Kylee and Stephanie made a quick run to a nearby convenience store for snacks and beverages as we were going to have several hours to wait before tow truck and rescue drivers could reach us.

All in all, other than the very real danger of crashing into oncoming vehicles and the threat of imminent death (not that I'm dramatic at all), we had a nice little time of snacks and Pinterest and chatting and laughing while waiting to be rescued. The kids even cooperated by taking naps almost the entire time we were stuck in the parking lot. It's not an event I want to repeat any time soon, but it does make for some good laughs and memories now and that's partly because of the way we work together and the way we get along.

I wouldn't trade that for anything. Well, maybe for working brakes, but other than that--nothing!


Wednesday, September 27, 2017

Who's who?



Often times you wonder before your kids are born if they will look like you or your spouse. You wonder if they will get your eyes or his hair color. When they are finally born you get several opinions of who your child looks like. For us, it has been pretty close with all three of our girls whether they look like Matt or myself. I thought it would be fun to get your opinion!

Here is my husband when he was two and a half.


Here is me at the same age.


Here are all three of our girls in no particular order. Can you guess who is who?





Now, do you think they look like my husband or myself?

Monday, September 25, 2017

Siblings

 Can't live with them, can't live without them. In our house, no one could mess with a Boyd... except of course, a Boyd. The other day I found a questionnaire about siblings and it made me chuckle. So I thought I'd share some of the questions with you.


  • What did they want to be when they grew up? Well, I asked them just now and they are not answering me seriously. My mom's reply was "you seriously thought they would answer you seriously?"
  • What kind of treats did they always want on their birthday? I'm pretty sure all of us wanted an ice cream cake because they are amazing. We also always got to pick what we wanted for dinner on our birthday. After we came back from Africa, even Mcdonalds was a worthy birthday dinner. 
  • What do you do that still drives them totally crazy? Pretty sure my existence annoys them, but they all hate it when I am bossy. Which I may tend to be often. 
  • What outfit did they wear all the time as a kid that your parents still talk about? They almost all have this thing, where when they find a shirt that they really like, they keep it for the next 7 years and try to claim that it is their lucky shirt or something. Not all of them do this, but the ones that do tend to wear it well past arm raising ability. 
  • Which one of your friends did they have a huge crush on? If I said, I would die. 
  • Do they want to get married and have a family? My older brother is married and has kids. The younger brothers may have more success in getting married when they no longer think that deodorant is optional. 
  • Do they want to live in the same city as you one day? I don't really see any of them moving to Brazil. So I'm gonna say no. 
  • How do they like their eggs? There were 6 of us.  We only got scrambled eggs. Mom didn't take requests.
  • If you guys could take a sibling trip, no parents or other relatives or significant others, where would you go?  I don't know where we'd start, but we'd either end up in jail or in the loony bin by day two or three. We've never done well on long trips together.  How my parents made it through deputation, I'll never know. 
  • Are they super organized, messy/ neat, or fairly laid back? I think one of each. 
  • There's no question about germophobes, but I thought you should know, we have a couple of them. 
  • What is something you share with your parents that they don't?  That I'm the favorite. 😁
 So your turn. If you and your siblings could take a trip with just you guys, where would you go?

Friday, September 22, 2017

A Gray Reality Check

In many ways it's hard for me to wrap my head around the fact that I've lived for half a century. I could easily almost believe that we're still the young couple in this photograph.

Except for the fact that I creak and groan while working out all the stiff and aching joints after I get up in the morning.

Except for the fact that I find 10:00 to be incredibly late in the evening and an acceptable bedtime.

Except for the fact that he one of us has a lot more wrinkles now.

And he one of us has a lot more gray hair now.

Actually, we both have gray hair, but I started coloring my grays before they became too prominent on my head. Since my gray hair isn't so pronounced, I can pass for about 8-10 years younger than I actually am.

My kids used to announce my birthday--and my age--in their Sunday School class. Since I didn't want to stop celebrating my birthday, I decided to do the next best thing. I taught my kids to lie about my age. No matter what age I was turning, they would say I was thirty-six. Sometimes they tried to say I was twenty-eight, but I'd always correct them because we needed to keep it within the confines of believability.

 Or so I thought.

I'm beginning to suspect that I'm looking more and more my age every day. Some of it has to do with looking in the mirror, but some of it comes from subtle clues from others.

For instance, I get my hair cut from a lady whose husband used to be in the ministry. We often chat of ministry-related things while she's cutting my hair. This past summer, she gave me a little break on the price of a haircut. It was only $3.00 off, but still it seemed like a kind gesture from one pastor's wife to another. At least, it did until I noticed on their pricing board that what she charged me was the senior rate.

I still choose to believe she was simply being kind.

A few weeks ago Stephanie was in town, and she and I decided to take her kids out to lunch one day. We each paid for our own, but I thought my price must have been miscalculated because it was less than I thought it would be.

And then I noticed the cashier had given me a senior discount.

That really hurt, even if it did save me money.


I've been noticing more and more gray peeking through in between colorings, so I've finally decided it's time to face reality. I'm going to raise my head and proudly claim my experience and wisdom. I've earned the grays and the wrinkles and I might as well claim them with pride. I've got six grandchildren, for pete's sake! I know I can't pass for thirty-six any more, so now I'm going to claim to be forty-two.

So what if I'm still shorting myself by almost ten years? If I jump from thirty-six to my real age, I'd have aged fifteen years in three hundred and sixty-five days and that's just not realistic.

Plus, no one ever claimed I was good at math.

What about you? What age do you look?

Wednesday, September 20, 2017

Captain Underpants!

I realized that it has been awhile since I’ve written about this cutie. 


Last time I wrote about Olivia on my blog, I believe she had just turned one and was quite the cranky pants. Although some things remain the same, a lot has also changed in those five months. She no longer head butts the floor, and she no longer has a major temper (just a little one). She also has developed a pretty funny personality. She loves to give fist bumps, high fives, and kisses. 
However, over the past couple of weeks she has developed a strange obsession. I’ve seen previews for that TLC show about crazy obsessions. People are obsessed with things from Christmas decorations to the color pink to being an adult baby. Weird, right? Well, Olivia isn't that obsessed yet, and I refuse to let it go that far, but she  has become obsessed with underwear. Yes, that’s right. Underwear! Mostly, her sister’s underwear. 


She will randomly go to her room and pull out a handful and carry it around with her. She will sit and play with it or even try putting on a few pairs at once. If I have some clothes laid out for the girls, she will take the pair of underwear or pull out a pair from the clean laundry that I just pulled from the dryer. I really don’t know where this came from or why she really even likes them. Maybe it's just that they are soft and bright colored?

A few evenings ago she was pretty cranky so she went to her room and pulled out a few pairs of underwear and was holding them. It was almost comforting to her. I sat her next to me with her underwear while I folded some laundry. The next thing you know I looked over and she has fallen asleep with her pile of underwear tucked in beside her.

If she is that interested in underwear, maybe I should consider potty training? Potty training two girls at once. Am I crazy or efficient? Only time will tell. Either way, wish me luck!