Saturday, February 11, 2012

You know, all children have their own unique personalities.  I am blessed with three very different children.

Colson is my sweet, tender little man, and the one who doesn't pay attention to anything.  He can be quite the klutz.  He has been known on many occasions to fall out of his chair when he is doing nothing but sitting there.  He trips on his own feet and runs into walls on a daily basis.  I have to say the funniest but scariest event occurred when we were riding our bikes last week.
School Time

I was in front of Colson pulling Karis, Kyle and Levi (a freind) in the bike trailer.  I hear a big thud, so I look back, and Colson is laying on the ground under a mailbox with his bike in the road.  Apparently, Colson was riding along not really paying attention and runs smack into a mailbox.  His bike went right under the mailbox and his head smashed into it, causing him to crash.  Thankfully he had his helmet and was protected. He walked away with a bit of a headache.  That's my big baby!  Colson has opened my eyes to my relationship with Christ and we got to share the experience of being baptized together in the Neuse River.  It was amazing and something special to my heart!
 
I can eat here...
Karis is my baby girl.  She is a bit spoiled (maybe more than the other two) and I tend to give in to her most of my time.  I realize this, but I feel so blessed to even have her.  God gave me strength to help keep her breathing when she had a seizure at only a few days old.  I think that's why she is such the little princess.  I'm pretty sure her daddy has a bit of a weak heart for her as well.  We had a family iPad that Mark was taking with him when he had to go to Yuma for 8 weeks.  Karis loved the iPad so much he let me go buy another one.  I'm pretty sure it was to keep his PRINCESS happy!  She is really funny these days; she does her best to keep up with the boys.




Kyle, or should I just call him "KyKy" is definitely my challenge.  He is a strong willed, stubborn little child.  He is so cute and has such a sweet heart it is hard to stay mad at him.  I say stay mad at him because he pushes our buttons to the max.  I have to share a story from yesterday that I am not super proud of but it shows his personality.

It had been a crazy day, like most all days and he decided to single handedly destroy his and Colson's room.  I know every child does this, but the night before I spent two hours organizing their toys after we had friends over.  I walked in his room yesterday afternoon and he had taken every bin out and dumped them in the center of the floor.  He did this in about 30 seconds, so I know he was NOT playing with these toys.  As we were walking to get Colson I said, "why did you destroy your room like that, you know we don't play with toys by throwing them around?  You don't do that at school."  He said, "Uh, mommy dats not a correct truf, dat is how I pay at skooool UHHHGGG" (With hands in the air).
Sweetheart, Right?

I held it together as we went to get Colson, came home, and cleaned it up.  I was mad but not a big deal. Last night before Church I asked him at least 28 times to clean up his bat man toys upstairs (which looked almost like his room).  I told him that was all he had to do and I would do everything else. Pretty sure he came up with every excuse in the book.  He was literally acting like it took all his bodily strength to pick up a toy and would fall as he was trying to put it in the bin then claiming his legs didn't work.  I do not like losing my temper, but I was pushed to that point.  I am ashamed to say I got in his face and screamed as loud as I could. This was a low point for me, his little lower lip quivered for a split second like he was going to cry, then stopped and rolled his eyes a bit and walked away from me saying, "pease don't skeem at me." I felt about 2 feet tall.

I had to go downstairs to regain control.  I asked him to come talk to me a few minutes later and as he was running down saying, "mommy Iceaned up my bat man tangs."  I gave him a big hug and told him I was so sorry for yelling at him and I loved him so much.  Of course he hugged me so tight because children are so forgiving and want nothing but love.  He looked at me and said, "its OK mommy, I wuv you so much, but tat doesn't make Jesus happy."  My stubborn, hard-headed little man is hearing everything I am trying to teach him and put me in my place.   I was happy and sad all at the same time.  I told him he was exactly right. Me screaming at him did not make Jesus happy and I would try very hard to not lose my temper, but it doesn't make Jesus happy when little boys dont listen to their mommies and daddies.  He said, "I will do anyfing you ask me to.  Do you need somefing for me to do?"
Kids are a constant reminder of God's love for us and I am so thankful for my little reminders!  Love          these little miracles so much; maybe we should have a fourth!

Just kidding DAD!

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