Weirdo

The boys and I love breakfast so we ate it tonight for supper (pancakes- yum!).

Cole: "Dad, time to eat."
Me: "Daddy doesn't like pancakes for supper, Cole"
Cole: "Awww, what's wrong with him?"
Me: "He's a weirdo."
Cole: "Yeah, he is a weirdo."

Thursday 13

13 Things I say to my boys (Sometimes daily, but not necessarily in this order)

1- “Good Morning!”

2- “That is too rough.”

3- “STOP CHOKING YOUR BROTHER!”

4-“No, we cannot watch Thomas- AGAIN!”

5- “You’re talking too loudly.”

6- “We don’t have any milk (because they go through 2 gallons a week!).”

7- “No, you can not have a popsicle for breakfast!”

8- “Pull up your pants! We do not pee in the front yard!”

9- “Stop jumping on the couch!”

10- “I love you!”

11- “Stop running in the kitchen!”

12- “Do you have to be in the bathroom with me?!”

13- “Don’t bring that bug inside. I don’t care if he’s your buddy and I don’t care if he’s dead!”

Cookie Monster

Judah has discovered the chocolate chip cookie. I think he likes it.

Thursday 13

It's only 11:08 PM, so I make the cut

13 Songs I would play if MY PLAYLIST WOULD WORK!

Could Not Ask for More- Edwin McCain

Boombastic- Shaggy

Regulators- Warren G and Nate Dog

(That's right- kickin' it old school! Don't make me break out Beastie Boys!)

Creed- Third Day

My Sacrifice- Creed

King- Tree 63

Slide- Goo Goo Dolls

Unwell- Matchbox 20

At Last- Etta James

What I’d Say- Ray Charles

It’s My Life- Bon Jovi

Who Knew- Pink

Just Older- Bon Jovi

The Year of Bronze

Day before yesterday (8/7) was mine and CJ's 8th anniversary. Our lives have gotten so hectic I didn't even get this posted on time. So, here is my Ode to CJ:

It is a miracle we are together. Neither of us had planned to marry, much less each other! Our story is very funny and so... us! There was little romance, but, oh, so much excitement. I couldn't imagine any one else I could spend my life with. Both of us had other options on different people to marry- believe it or not. I can't speak for his lady choices (as grand as they were); but my choices for gentlemen were constant, steady, and predictable. But that isn't what I wanted. Even in the height of my relationships with these guys I knew they weren't who God had planned for me. Ending the relationship right before CJ, I figured God wanted a single Sugar. Boy, was I wrong. Lo and behold I was to marry a man's man. One who was totally created and reared in the wild; a man who went against every web and flow there was. He didn't go over hurdles, he went through them. Our courtship was not a normal one filled with bouquets of flowers and sweet gifts. On the contrary, when we did get to see each other it was only on the weekends with an exhausted CJ driving 5 hours from the previous week of "training." Our "dates" were dutch and usually with an entourage of about half a dozen other friends who wanted to see CJ. I asked him early on in our courtship why he didn't bring me flowers or make special dates. He said, "Sugar, I'm planning to marry you. When we are married, I'm not going to do all of that stuff because that just isn't who I am. Why would I set you up to think that is what you're getting?"
Few people can handle CJ's no holds bar honesty. In a world where we teach our children to be politically correct, CJ is far from that. He does not seek out to hurt people's feelings- despite popular opinion- but he definitely has no problem speaking what is on his mind. Some find this brutish, but I LOVE IT (most days)! I don't have to worry if my butt looks too big or if I have something in my teeth. My man will not only tell me, but probably try to get me straight.
I didn't marry CJ for what he could do for me, though. I married him because of the man he was (and is). I didn't want a man to cater to my wants and needs. I wanted a man who would lead me to the ends of earth and spread the good news. My soul longed for a warrior and warriors don't always go with the flow and certainly aren't afraid of rocking the boat.

So, 8 moves, 4 dogs, 2 states, and 3 baby boys later, my man is still my man. "Hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed" (2 Cor. 4:8-9). All through our joys and trials, I love I can rely on CJ to fight with me (and sometimes against me). I love the way we feed off of each other. I love how we balance one another. Mostly, I love him. I hope our boys can see early on what a great man their dad is. I pray God allows us a long life together. There is no one I would rather fight the good fight with!

Note: Pictures to come soon :)

The Art of Annunciation II

Cole was playing in the floor with his cars. He looked up at me and said, "These are my pissin' cars, Mama." I said, "Your WHAT?!"
"My pissin' cars!"
I thought for a second and remembered he had been watching the races with his Poppy the day before. I said, "Cole, do you mean your PISTON cars?"
"Yes, Mama, my pissin' cars."

Best Mom Award Winner

We were on the interstate today and it was stop and go traffic (I mean, really, like no more than 10 MPH). Cole announces he has to pee and when I look back, sure enough, he is holding himself so I know it's for real. I quickly weigh if I should A) Let him wet his pants and his car seat, B) Pull over onto the median and pee in the grass, or C) Give him an empty Frappaccino bottle and hope his aim is pretty good. I chose option C. Along with that, I allowed Cole to let himself out of his car seat, stand in the floor of the Expedition, and pee into the bottle. So, here we are, traveling 10 MPH down I-26 (near Ashley Phosphate) and my 3-year old is peeing in the bottle! It was funny because every time he would start to go, so would we and then we would have to slow down or stop. He looked at me and said, "Mama, how can I do this with you making the car shake?" All I could think of was the lawman pulling up beside us. Thank goodness our windows are tinted!