The other day, I legit chased my toddler around my street with no pants. ZERO pants. He was running all over the street and I didn’t have time to think about whether or not neighbors could see my saggy white rear end peeking out from underneath my shirt. I had a toddler to catch. If you happened to look out of your window and you live on my street… you’re welcome.
Me: “Joshua, would you like to bless your food?”
Him: “Yeah.”
Me: “Who do we talk to when we bless our food?”
Him: …….
Me: “We talk to Jesus, who gives us all of our needs.”
Him: “Mommy, I want to talk to Sammy.”
Alrighty then.
This guy. These pics are from a while back (thank you lulliloo photography) But he makes me laugh like this so often. Like, snort my milk type of laughing. But I’m also proud of our disagreements. The hard times when we’re just fighting to understand each other. When we have to make major adjustments together. When we both decide to turn around and face the music. Feelings are gone at that point. Sometimes we don’t feel anything except anger and frustration. But we turn back again to talk it out, because we promised. And because we love God more than we love each other. We made that vow to decide to love each other even when we are undeserving. We take one day at a time and choose kindness that day. We live in the town square of real marriage-ville. Thank you to those who live there with us- for your support, encouragement and tough love through the years. We hope to see you at our 50th wedding anniversary. But again… one day at a time, Sweet Jesus.
Moms, after feeding your children for the one-millionth time in a day, you get to “make” dinner. Do you ever 1) Just open the refrigerator door and will something to jump out at you? I just cannot anymore. I might grab a carton of blueberries and let them eat them all. Yay for blueberry poop.
This post is titled: COSTCO– OH NO YOU DIDN’T.
Costco, you be hatin’. We bring two little hangry beasts into your establishment to eat your fine lunch cuisine and your food court is CLOSED. As recompense, we will take the little beasts around to every sample cart and eat a 10 course meal. Get ready. IT’S ON. THE LINS ARE COMING FOR YOU.
Welp, filling out our first preschool application and I’m faced with the “ethnicity” question. Let me take a poll: Should I check “Asian” AND “Caucasian,” “Other,” or write in my own, “Chi-merican?”