Boys and Life...

Good morning! I am sweet and happy and almost crawling!

And the babies...they are growing. They weren't as active yesterday and I feared our neighbor's cat had done away with their mama. (She's been stalking the nest for a while now.) Little Bit and I snuck around the back side of the house and stood still in the yard for quite some time...and finally we saw her! I'm so glad she's okay!

We made a HUGE treat this weekend...jello. Per Little Man's request. And we ate with the family sherbet cups! They sure dressed things up.

A recent thrift store find. At $35, I hesitated. You can't tell from the picture, but it's rather small. Almost like someone shrunk it a bit, but I snatched her up, nonetheless. Sister and I began prying brass tacks off yesterday afternoon. We have grand plans to paint her light, light, light pink and reupholster her. I think she will be lovely in Sister's room! And just the right size.

I just wanted to keep it real. Life, that is. This is what my living room looks like today. I am utterly convinced that God is in the details - even the seemingly insignificant ones. Little Man needed shorts. I went through our tubs of "to grow into" hand me downs, I scoured the thrift store, but all to no avail. I'd resigned myself to paying retail (you know, on sale at Target retail). While I scoured those thrift store racks, I'd asked God to lead me to shorts for Little Man...while He didn't provide via the thrift store, only a few days later, and before my planned Target trip, a friend dropped off a few garbage size bags of hand me downs...with at least FIVE pairs of shorts that are a perfect fit. (And I am a little bit picky.) I know God answered my prayer. And for a lot less.

We're still working in the den/soon to be library. T emptied the only standing bookshelf and has begun building bases for what will become wall to wall book shelves! Hooray!

Until then, we're living like this. And that's alright.

Warrior. Warrior. Need I say more? In case you aren't clear as to what that is, er, was...it was an extension cord. I'd let him out, and when I let him back in, well, at over 100lbs, he ran right past me, jerking his collar from my hand, and darted under the bed. I'm not real good at getting a huge beast out from under the bed. I figured eventually, he'd come out.

He came out alright, after he'd chewed the last bit of cord that was plugged into the wall. Did he get shocked? Not hard enough if you ask me.

And a little bit more of life...

"Many women admit that raising boys has been a special challenge...Boys are bent on making messes, teasing the other siblings, racing through the house, and challenging the every decision and order that comes their way."

-Dr. James Dobson from Bringing Up Boys

This is what he used...

To do this.

I'll never understand. And that's okay.