A Cry For Sanity...

Have you ever been talking with someone and when you are walking away you look down and see a massive booger clinging to your shirt? And it takes every ounce of self-control you have to not run back to the person to say, "It's not mine! I have kids!" Here's another question. Have you ever lost it? I mean really lost it? And no matter how hard you search through that big pile of dirty laundry or underneath all of those soiled diapers you just can't seem to find it? Well, yesterday was my day to REALLY lose it. It was a VERY bad day. The kind where everyone has been screaming for so long that it is not possible to think anymore. All rationalization is gone. At this point a loud noise came out of my mouth. I named it, "the Cry of Insanity." I am a little embarrassed to admit it. But, hey, Luke and Isaac both stopped their own screaming simultaniously. Isaac just looked at me like I was crazy. Okay, I have just one more question. Has your husband ever brought home a thirty foot parachute that he bought on Ebay? A picture says a thousand words, and I think this one says it all. My only consolation is that there are 38 neices and nephews on Josh's side of the family that might be able to get some use out of it.



Here are a few cute little stories about Isaac:

Isaac was really sad about something. I said, "Hey Isaac, can I see a smile on your face?" He replied, "No Mom, it's sad."

Isaac, Luke, and I had gone for a walk and Isaac lost his binky while we were out. We went back out and searched long and hard for it and were finally home again sitting in our family room. Isaac asked me again for his binky. I told him it was lost and that we couldn't find it. He sat there thinking hard for a second and then said, "chupete?"(Probably spelled totally wrong, sorry.) That is the spanish word for binky that Josh and I use for code when we don't want Isaac to know we are talking about his binky.

I need to put some better pics up but these are just the ones Josh had on his phone that were more easily accessible than the ones on my camera. I am pathetic, I know! Sorry!

Oh Man!

I feel bad, here is one more blog without pictures but I had to tell this story before I forget it.

I walked into the hallway after changing Luke's diaper. Isaac was kicking one of his books all around. I said to him, "Isaac if you keep kicking your book around you might ruin it. Are you sure you want to keep kicking it?" Isaac gave me a suspicious little look, took his foot and gave the book one last hard kick down the stairs. He looked at me and in the most fake(but hillarious) voice said, "Ooops." The he put his hand on his forhead and said, "Oh, Man!" That kid kills me. I seriously don't know what to do with him!

So, Luke is a 100%, through and through, a bona fide mama's boy. He won't go to anyone, not even Josh! Josh and I laugh because Josh will be holding him and he will cry and the second he hands Luke to me, Luke does a calming down whimper and then stops crying. I guess it is a blessing and a curse. I have the gratification of knowing he always wants me yet I never get a break. Sure love that boy!

Handprints on the Storm Door

I just had a little thought I would like to share. I was talking to a woman today who has several grandchildren and great-grandchildren. She just loves babies and wanted to hold Luke and play with Isaac. She told me how when her children were little she always liked to have everything be perfectly clean and neat. She had a storm door that the children would put their hands on to look out and she would always be wiping away handprints. As she was playing with Isaac she said, "Oh, I would give anything to have little handprints on my storm door again." Time with our children goes by too fast. Sometimes I find myself putting off playing with my kids or spending time with them to "wipe the handprints off of the storm door." I hope I can overlook the things that don't matter so that I have more time for the things that do.

Don't worry Grandma's I will put pictures up of Isaac and Luke on my next blog post!