Bedtime

Lately, everyone has been going to bed around 10pm, and I am left up all to myself. I usually stay up for the next two hours, either listening to a sermon, reading a book, surfing the web, or watching a Period film (because no one would stay up to watch them with me). I find myself craving this window of alone time. I look forward to it.

As a mother of three little ones, I find that it's rather necessary for me to take a "time-out". Otherwise, I get cranky and impatient, neither of which I want to confess too. I'd rather admit to being Mary Poppins - practically perfect in every way. But I'd be telling a lie. I think I'm probably more like George Banks.

post script: You can tell someone has young children when their references are all old Disney films

Pound Puppy

So, we have decided we need another dog. A small dog. Moses is over 85 pounds, and while he is a very good dog, he's a little large for my three babies. They prefer a dog around the 10-20 pound mark. As with all good things, the first place I like to look for a dog is in the "used" section - this includes SPCA, Craig's list, and the internet. Second hand animals are not only the cheapest, but well, the best (that's where we got Mo).


I like the idea of not raising a puppy. Puppies are adorable. They are also messy and time-consuming. So, as cute as they can be, I don't think it outweighs the other factors, like chewing on furniture, or clothes, or peeing in the house. So, I continue to search for our pound-puppy. However, to find the perfect one takes a lot of searching, patience, and time. I would really like a Corgi. However, I'm open to other options. I'm also pretty picky. This time around, the dog is going to be my choice. Mo is Justin's dog, this one will be the kids and mine. He has to love getting his ears pulled, his hair pulled, and being run over by a 85 pound, black streak of thunder (Mo). He also has to like living outside. Any suggestions?

10 Months Later

When I was younger, a journal was part of my basic equipment. I never went anywhere without one. I have an old cardboard box in my closet just full of the frustrations, ramblings, and heartfelt prayers of a young girl. Those little books helped keep me grounded.

Somewhere along the road of my 20's I have lost that precious keepsake, that haven of security for my mental and spiritual soul. I was hoping that this virtual journal could somehow take it's place, in a small way. Maybe even just a reminder of my babies amazing jump toward adulthood.

Anyways, here I am, 10 months later, willing to give it another shot! If anything I would just like to member, someday, when Audrey learned to crawl (on Monday), when she learned to pull herself up, (on Teusday), that Noelle had heart surgery on Monday, and that Ezra learned his ABC's song this week too.

These little things are just to precious not to record.