Gut Check

I haven't blogged in nearly two years. More than likely, I will probably get lost in the hustle and bustle of my busy life, and won't blog for another two years. But today I felt like I needed to. Because this one is for the kids.

Have you ever been slapped in the face by your child without physically being slapped in the face? I have. I am now. And that one little slap from a 7 year old girl, will from this point on, change my entire life. My schedule. My attitude. My priorities.

I never want to be that mom that's too busy. That mom that's not around. Or that mom that's got her face glowing all the time from having her iPhone in front of it. I didn't think I was. I'm a pretty damn good mom if you ask me. I bake cookies, I make special dinner requests, I laugh and I play. Yup, pretty good mom, right? So I thought.

Here comes the slap...

If you could see my red face right now you'd think I got punched and not slapped. But it's red because I am embarrassed, and ashamed. My 7 year old daughter loves to hang signs on doors. She seemed to think this sign was fit for mine.

Gut. Freaking. Check.

So now I am disgusted with myself. How could I do this to my precious babies? These babies were a miracle. Born quadruplets with NO fertility. All a BLESSING. A miracle, a gift from God Himself, and this is how I treat them? I show them I'm too busy? Now what can I do? Do I continue on letting them see me in this light, or do I do something about it? Yup, instead of dwelling on what an awful parent I must be to have given my precious daughter the impression that "I'm too busy", I will fix that impression she has of me. I will build my family up. With God, and my husband by my side, I will never again let them think I am too busy.

Now that I have had my revelation for the day, let me ask you...

what sign do you think your kids would hang on your door?


God Bless You All...   Jaycee


Behold, children are a heritage from the LORD, the fruit of the womb a reward. Like arrows in the hand of a warrior are the children of one’s youth. Blessed is the man who fills his quiver with them! He shall not be put to shame when he speaks with his enemies in the gate.

(Psalms 127:3-5 ESV)

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Night Night

My kids new bedtime prayer goes a little something like this:

Now I lay me down to sleep (slight giggling starts)....

I pray the Lord my soul to keep (giggling gets slightly louder)....

If I should DIAPER (uncontrollable laughter begins).

And then we attempt to finish the prayer twenty mores times before mommy just gives up, and says it for them.

*Oh, the prayer really goes like this (minus the uncontrollable laughter): Now I lay me down to sleep. I pray the Lord my soul to keep. If I should DIE BEFORE I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take.

It's never a dull moment in my house. Not even at bedtime.

Speaking of bedtime, when it comes to sleep my boys do that twin thing. You know, where they mirror each other. My husband always says that no matter what, at some point they always end up sleeping in the same posistion. At first I thought he was crazy. But then one night there was no denying it. He's right. (But don't tell him I admitted that!)

Both in the same posistion, heads facing towards the foot of the bed. Yes, Devin insists on sleeping with his Spongbob Crocs in the bed with him. And why yes, that IS a huge crack in Devin's solid wood bed he managed to break. And yes, it is being held together with a purple milk crate and a toolbox. =) I'm a mom of many talents. But me, wood glue, and screws don't mix!

Devin totally gets me...

Finally someone understands me. Finally. Thank you, Devin. I love you son.

And just when I think I can get some sympathy from one of my kids, that same kid goes and does this...

This should just be Devin's blog...

...I mean because afterall, here lately, he's been the star.

Devin... sweetie... I know that you really want bunkbeds.

But this is ridiculous.

Fat girls can move fast, too.

Today I have proven that fat girls can run, too. And I mean hustle. Of course I did not do this by my own free will. It was adrenaline induced. Why? Oh, I'll tell you why. Devin came up missing. Missing, I tell ya. Gone. As in under no bed, in no bathroom, in no closet, not in the backyard, not in the front yard. Doors were locked still. Windows are shut. Where in the hell is my kid? Fear sets in. Someone took him. But how? The doors are locked. Oh my gosh, my worst fears have come true. Devin! Deeeeevin! OH, Deeeeeeeeeevvvvvvvvvin. Devin!! DEVIN!! DEEEEEEVIN! Now Morgan and Kyle are crying. Why? Because momma is crying. Celeste, I can't find Devin. But, he was just in here with me a few minutes ago. Well now he's gone.
Now everybody's looking. Me, Morgan, Kyle, and Celeste. So I run outside. And I mean run, book it to the corner. No sign of a wandering kid anywhere. Then I hear Celeste scream... 'I found him! Hurry, mom! Come quick!' More fears set in. Why do I have to hurry? Is he hurt? CALL 911 Celeste!!! So, I get there and this damn girl is smiling. Smiling. Why are you smiling? THIS IS NOT FUNNY!! Now she's laughing. Which infuriates me. I'm still in panic mode. Where is he??? She leads me to a room. And this is where the little turd is...."