The title of my blog is "Beware of Kids." Don't know if I ever explained this. I reference it to a few years ago when I was with my 4 kids at Target or Wal-mart. We're all walking down the aisle (a kid or two was probably in the cart) and this woman is walking towards us from the very opposite end. She looks at me, shakes her head, and snorts, "Very brave. VERY BRAVE. Four? I can't even handle one." From that point I've always felt that I need to walk around with caution tape surrounding us and holding a big sign that reads "WARNING: Children are present! Persons with pedophobia BEWARE!"
I am no super mom. I love my kids and try to do all I can for them and help them grow up to be good citizens and not fight and be gregarious, etc., etc., etc. I feel like I am constantly adjusting schedules, budgets, priorities, and car seats to keep up with the growing demands of our family. Some times I do it grumpily, but it gets done.
My kids fight. I find myself getting caught up in that at times. You know the children of prophets and other religious figures and how they recollect things about their childhoods? They always say things like, "I never heard my mother raise her voice." Yeah, my kids would never say that.
I just had my birthday. My husband was out of town. This meant, to me, it was going to be a yucky birthday. I don't know how women can fall out of love with their husbands and devote all their time and energy on their kids, because I love, love
my husband. He is my sun. Sappy, but true.
I stayed up WAY late on the eve of my birthday to can tomatoes. They'd been sitting on my counter for a few days and they weren't getting any fresher so I canned! I also made some peach butter. I went to bed at 2:30am. I groggily got out of bed 4 and a 1/2 hours later to start the morning routine. I was surprised to see the beam of a flashlight shining around the kitchen. One of my daughters gasped when she saw me and the other one said, "Oh no!" It took me a few seconds and I realized they were making me breakfast! I saw a little bottle of orange extract out and asked them what that was for. "We couldn't find the orange juice so we were going to make some."
I quickly explained what orange extract was for and then pointed them towards the freezer. I went back upstairs to take a shower. When I came downstairs this is what I saw:
Please understand that I don't let them use the stove, yet, since they are just above eye level with it. I am 32. We have no "2" candle so they put 2 regular ones in its place. Frosted mini-wheats, orange juice with all the trimmings, and that little bowl is Haagan Dazs--I've always wanted to have that for breakfast!
It is hard to surprise me, I'm a hard one to trick. But, the girls did this time! It really made my day. They were angels, shining before me.
So, about Psalms 127:3-5--verse 5 is missing a footnote "b" which should be in front of "quiver." Footnote "b" should read: "And you are doubly blessed if you get daughters."