Lord I'm grateful ( I promise)

So I have been known to complain every now and then about my children and how hard it is to be a mother. Truth be told, I wouldn't have it any other way! I'm a pretty lucky lady to have the kids I do and wouldn't change a thing.



Cole is seven and keeps me running!! He is such a kind hearted boy and has so much energy. Cole is my little social butterfly, he always wants friends over and makes friends everywhere he goes. He is in a growth spurt right now and he eats all day until 9:00 at night when I tell him that the kitchen is now closed!! He really can out eat me-he is only seven??? Wow, what will it be like when he is a teenager?



My little miss sassy frassy is what I call her or, ruler of the roost, the queen bee, her majesty. It's her way or NO way! A little spoiled if I do say so myself. She has brought dollies, pink dresses and bows to my house and I am so grateful to have a little girl!

Kaden, the hottie tottie is what we call him. He has hit the age where he has to be "cool' and we laugh because we catch him looking in the mirror all the time making sure his hair is perfect and so I comment to him, "yes, you look hot" hence the name my hottie tottie! Man is this kid talented!!! He was truly blessed with artistic talent and I always tell him to keep drawing so it can pay for his college.

So, that's my little family and although I complain sometimes I truly wouldn't change it for the world. So I'm off to baseball practice, games, laundry, cooking, grocery shopping, dentist appointments, cleaning, crying, smiling, worrying and loving every moment!!!!

What's the deal with that word, "POOP"???

Ok, so I thought it was a word that little boys had a fascination with until I had my sweet little girl and yep, you guessed it, everyother word out of her mouth is "poop". We just got done eating dinner and I swear I heard that word no less than thirty times. What's the deal with this word?? I'm typing on my computer and in walks Kayla and she proceeds to greet me,"Hi, poopy mommy". I indulge her and reply,"Hi, poopy Kayla". Is that the problem? Am I bringing on the further use of this word by repeating it back???We are driving in the car and I hear her say," hello poopy cows" as we drive by a field of cows. Outside in the sunshine relaxing and all I can hear is my beautiful girl calling something or other poopy this and poopy that. Want to know the ironic thing? Several hours earlier guess what I was washing out? Poopy underwear because that little darling can't tell me she needs to go POOP! Where's that word when I need it!!!!! One hundred times a day when I don't need it and zero times when I need her to say it. Such is life! So here's to all my friends and if you haven't heard it like me-Poop, Poop, Poop, Poop, Poop, Poop, Poop, Poop, Poop, Poop. Because we all need a little more poop in our lives.