June 2009

“Katie’s gonna believe that I’m not three anymore, I’m four!”

About this weekend when Max and Katie (his cousin) will both be sleeping at Gran’s.

Out of the blue from the back of the truck, “Mom, do you like to kick piles of dirt off of roofs?”

Sunday Tj and I were trying to remember that rhyme about ‘my son John, went to bed with one sock off, one sock on’ and Max said, “Wait! You have a son named John!!??”

Out of the blue (again) yesterday morning Max said, “Mom, I think I can run faster than Jarod now. I can beat him.”

This morning we found Max with his shorts around his ankles, potty unflushed (but used), fast asleep in the door of his bathroom! Crazy kid!

I picked him up and he said he wanted to go to sleep in my bed (this was 6:30am), and that he had been sleep-walking. I had no idea that he’d even ever heard the term.

Well, I’ll just get to the other things and not elaborate on how I hate to blog.

Today was crazy. Tj told me a couple of days ago he was going away for a few days, I’d be going to church today by myself. This isn’t a problem, just a hassle, especially since I had to bring breakfast for my Sunday School class. I usually prepare my breakfasts the night before with minimal work to be done the next morning. So this morning all I had to do was heat the little smokies in the crockpot (they were already in there, in the fridge), cook the assembled french toast casserole, and bring the icebox fruitcake.

Everything was going even smoother than usual, I fed us all and even had time to clean the kitchen! I cleaned Jack up and went to get his shoes and could only find one. Max and I looked for about 10 minutes before I just told him to go get in the truck. He said he wanted to wear his church shoes, but now I didn’t have time to tie them. Then a minute or two later I found him pulling his tennis shoes out, and I told him just to put his park shoes on, they’re quicker. So he went and got in the truck. I finally gave up on J’s shoes and put him in the truck; his other shoe wasn’t in there. Then I realized I needed to figure out how to get all the food in in one trip. Ok, in the truck and not too late.

Halfway to church Max pipes up with “Mom, I couldn’t even find my park shoes!” OH MY GOSH!! I was just dumb-founded! We’re halfway to church and neither of my kids has shoes on! I just couldn’t figure out what to do! Then I decided that a 4-year-old really doesn’t have to have shoes on for church. Getting the breakfast there on time was more important than getting M’s shoes. Crazy kid!

I pulled under the awning and Damon came out. He started unbuckling Max, I got Jack out and just put him in Damon’s arms and asked him to bring my kids in. I was so grateful he was there and offering! I parked and brought the breakfast in. Went to check-in my kids and brought them Jack’s bag. Went back out to the truck to get my Bible and then sat down in my SS class and tried to stop sweating!!! What a morning!