I love boys

” I don’t know what it is, but I need one.”

Holding on to four

Do you have a four year old daughter? Or maybe you have had one so you know what I mean. They are scrumptious. They are not too big and also not too small, the perfect age. My four year old is starting to outgrow four…and it hurts. She has her first loose tooth and I am considering taping it inside her mouth. A mature look comes with loosing teeth and I am not quite ready for it. She is about a month away from five and I really wish she wasn’t. Assuming we will not be witnesses to God miraculously intervening into our circumstance, there will be no more babies in our household, which means there are no more little girls growing up that will one day be four. It should be a crime.

A quiet Christmas

Despite Thomas’ best attempts, we really did have a quiet Christmas. No traveling, no house hopping, just enjoying the moments of the day. Like the girls with their toys…
Like me and my girls…
Like singing Christmas carols…
Like the simple joy of a boy and some balls to throw…
And remote controls…
Great grandparents with their great grand babies…
A daddy with his boy…
And a girl who wants to trade in her brother for a new one…

The Wrapping is the Best Part

When you are a baby, all you care about is the wrapping paper. When you are a Mom, the same thing is true.

Thanking God this morning for the abundance of blessings that He has poured out, the greatest of all being His Son!

Merry Christmas!