Yesterday at church I was standing in the perpetually long line for the ladies restroom..
Someone at the back of the line asked "So Renee. How many children do you and Jim have now..??"
I took a deep breath and said, "Eleven."
As I feared... the restroom gasped in unison...
Then the next question..."How many boys and how many girls...???"
Seven boys.. and well at that point... it's always just all over. "Seven boys???"
Yes, seven boys. It makes me gasp too.
It does sound like a lot..O.K. it is a lot.. but they are so sweet, and fun, and loud, and helpful, and loud, and so loving, and, hysterically funny.., and I confess there are times I look at Jim and ask "Do we have no common sense?" and then he tells me about the Baja Dune Buggy Car that he saw at the store which would be so fun...and I think "Common sense left the building a long time ago...."And I would not have it any other way :o)
We are SO blessed. TRULY , TRULY blessed, and each day I am thankful to be the wife and Mama of this household...They will all be grown and gone far too soon, and I am trying to savor each moment...even the loud ones.
Our Sweet 5 yo came in for an early morning snuggle and chat today...
He said: "Mama, when I am 7 I am going to buy an IPod."
Me: "Oh, really?"
Him: "Yes, I have twenty dollars saved, so by the time I am 7.. I will have enough.
Me: "Wow, that's awesome. Keep working hard and keep saving your money."
Him: " I think I want a blue one."
Me: "Not orange?"
Him: "No. BLUE....Ummm.. Mama???
Yes: What's an Ipod?
This afternoon as I was putting our 3 year old son for a nap ..
3 yo: Mama, when I grow up I am going to be a firefighter. I am going to put water on people's homes, and make the fire all gone. Jesus will be so proud of me. And you .. You can make me dinner :o)
It is the boys' job to sweep the floors after every meal. Lately as they sweep they have begun to have jam sessions on their brooms. Here they are with their "guitar brooms"..
I don't think I have ever gotten airborne while doing my chores. I might need to try that...
Ooops guitar broom to the head.Phew! It looks like everything will be o.k...
And Mom, I must say I tell them the wise words you gave us every day..
The trouble with trouble is... It starts out as fun...