As much as they fight .... they love just as much. I took a wet wash cloth with me to the field last night ... just so I could get this.
Trust me, within a few minutes, these clean little faces were dirt and sweat covered with John Deere hats on their heads. They love the dirt ... and farming!
He's a poser ... and a smiler and I just wanted to post this picture of Jay because I think he's cute. Not that I don't think all my kids are cute ... but Jay jumped up on this big rock we have in our backyard and wanted me to snap about two thousand shots of him. Then he wanted to look at all of them and then he decided he wanted it on the computer.
Makes me wonder if I'm doing way too much photo editing these days ... eh??? I think he was trying to tell me something, and I think I heard him loud and clear.
So I don't think I'll be taking on any extra photoshoots during the month of September since I have a very busy schedule already.
"I love you Jay! Thanks for the heads up."
Jay. I look at this picture that I took of you today and I see you differently. My mind sees a different you. You're maturing and growing right before my very eyes. There is nothing that I can do to keep you little. Not that I want to, but I'll miss the little boy that you used to be, when you become a man. The one that has a heart of gold towards Sam and Meg. I hope you keep that trait about you. You are the tender one.
There are many times that we make eye contact, and your thoughts seem so deep ... then you bust out into a silly little grin that I love so much. You twinkle and you sparkle, ... both inside and out. I love that about you.
That, and your orneriness! That too I can see in your eyes.
I love you Jay,
Mom
This evening while we were sitting at the table, Jay blurted out, "I got in trouble at school today." We just looked at each other. For surely this little man was going to tell all. Then he said, "I got time-out recess." Then we just looked at each other, and raised our eyebrows. Jay had a story to tell ... and we were going to hear it, and it sounded like this little man had brewed some troubles at preschool, and it might not be pretty. He was having some moments of guilt, and was on the verge of telling it.
But, before Jay could say more, Meg and Sam chimed in and told their version. Jay got in trouble and had to sit out recess, because he didn't color. At this point, Jay couldn't get a word in edge wise, and their story kept getting wilder and wilder.
As it ended ... Jay refused to color, broke a crayon and threw it, started to cry and had to sit on the teacher's lap during recess.
Poor Jay. It's hard to be three and have built in tattle-talers. They stole his thunder ... and told his moment of glory. What's a man to do?
Be Blessed Everyone.
p.s. Yes, that's whipped cream in his mouth. A kid has to eat something now doesn't he!?!
After reading the comments from my last post, I sorta kinda figured out the consensus was to resort to bribery to keep the kids in bed since I resorted to bribery to potty train them.
WELllllllll, I sorta kinda did that! I'm feeling very ashamed as a parent, and feeling like I have lowered my standards as a Mother and quite possibly could have scarred my kids for life, or at least initiated a lifelong fear of rodents.
I can't hardly even type the words it was sooooooo bad! Please forgive me, but in my exhausted state of mind tonight, I told Jay that if he got up, a mouse might get his toes! He instantly crawled up onto his bed and sat in the middle of it with his little legs tucked under him until he fell over from exhaustion and went to sleep. Only once did he ask if the mouse would get him, and I couldn't bring myself to intentionally scare him or lie to him, so I calmly and dramatically shrugged my shoulders and made a very convincing face, then I looked him in the eye and quietly whispered "it might." He only winced and shivered once. I promise.
Unfortunately I can't say that I'm sorry .... and I'm afraid that same mouse might have to come back tomorrow night, and every night for the next seventeen nights. I will try hard to alleviate the fears I embedded in my child. Tomorrow night I will at least say that the mouse is cute, and I will add a few really good adjectives to describe him.
Thank you Lord for forgiveness, and I will pray every night for the next seventeen days for forgiveness .... for that is how many days I have left until it has become a habit for Jay to stay in his bed.
Be Blessed Everyone!
After their birthday party this afternoon, and after everyone had left, we escaped to the yard with the camera. It was too late for a nap and they were way too cranky to be inside with each other.
It's so funny how much a barely three year old can remember. Jay wanted his picture taken and he ran over to where I had taken a senior girl last week. He stood in the door way and smiled just like he was posing. THEN, Sam and Meg joined him and they went in .... and found apples and diet coke in the fridge. I didn't have the heart to take the cokes away from them.
Here's Sam with his apple. He had three apples. He dropped the first two and had to have a new one each time. Now I have a couple apples with a few bites out of them with a bit of dirt on them.
Jay held onto his too tight to drop it. Usually with both hands.
We walked around outside until they were out of the 'fighting mood' and their apples and cokes were gone.
Then we posed for a picture or two! Just like a senior girl! Toilet Trouble! and ...guess who did it? It would be those three little kiddo's watching their Daddy dig up the septic tank!
Since we're in the throes of potty training and being almost three years old .... we like to "do it myself." When we "did it myself", we flushed lots and lots and I mean a whole container of wet wipes down the toilet. So Daddy had to unplug it. .... and guess who said it was, "Nasty". Jay did! His nose was so curled up and he was telling Meg and Sam that is was Stinky.
Sam decided to do a little digging while the others went off to get a pipe to pry the lid off.
Oops .... Sam fell in the hole. But Sam loved the dirt .... all over his new shoes!
He's almost got it ... Whew! That shovel is heavy .... and BIG!
"Hey Mom! Come help me!"
After all this hard work, Sam had to sit down and take a break. We really shouldn't be working our kids this hard. Don't tell okay?
Heck with the work .... Sam found another "Willy Worm" to be his friend. (We're hiding this one from Jay's shoe!) We took the kiddo's to "Yellow Banks" today to do pictures for their upcoming 3rd birthday. I had a plan. Pictures of each one of them sitting in a rustic old bench on the porch of a old log cabin. It was just a dream ....
Not one of the one hundred fifty shots turned out good. Every picture here is a cropped version of something bigger and NOT good.
No one would sit down! This was the position of choice! S.T.A.N.D.I.N.G!
Then Sam growled at me when I told him to smile!
Meg had to have the boots on and then jumped off the porch about a thousands times!
Jump. Jump. Jump. Jump! Do-Dah! Dee-Do! Da-Day! Jump. Jump.
Sam spotted a small lawn tractor .... and it was all over for him! Come back Sam! Oh Sammmmmmmy!
Did you say Smile Mom? No Way Jose!
I don't want to sit! I like it like this. MOMMMMM!
What is this? A Bear? A wooden Bear?
I think I'll just take a nap. Don't bother me and get that camera away from me! NOW!!!
Look Mom. Watch me climb up the side of this log cabin. Jay! Jay! Get down Jay!
Yes Jay .... it IS a wooden Bear!
NO Jay! Don't kiss the bear! It might bite!
Okay everyone .... you're all sitting together! LOOK at ME! LOOK at ME!
Smile Jay!
Down Everyone ..... You'll fall! GET DOWN EVERYONE! NOW!
Hey! Come back .... I'm not finished! Please Come back. I have suckers! Hey! Yoo-Hoo!
Come on kids! Turn around! Look at ME! One more time!
No! Don't open that door. Someone lives there! Get back everyone! NOW! Do you want to go home?
Good Kids! Come on now .... sit back down on that bench! Please? For Mommy?
Hey Sammy! Want some candy? Just look at Mommy one more time. Please??? 
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