


Smooth beads
roll off my fingers
bounce and scatter
Click, tick, tick, tick, tick
about the particle board floor
in our unfinished, never to be finished house
My mom’s gift from Ben Franklin
I try to feed the thread
as I sit cross legged
feeling special
she thought of me
in a sober moment
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Author’s note: My mom was an alcoholic and this was the first thing that came to mind when I saw the prompt at Magpie Tales. I was in third grade at the time and I loved playing with those colorful beads. Also linked to One Shot.

Yes, we did it. We put both boys in ONE room! And no, I'm not getting any sleep...at least not before 10 PM when they finally quit messing around and GO TO SLEEP!
Ahem....anyways, DH and I decided to put the two boys together in Sprout’s room so we could selfishly use Cubbie's room as an office. I know, I know...bad parents. But actually, they love it. Plus, they were spending all their time playing in Sprout’s room anyhow.
Oh and don’t worry, we don’t let Cubbie up in the top bunk without supervision.

Here Sprout is showing off all his animals to Cubbie. Cubbie was so engrossed, arms folded and all!

So then Cubbie did the same, showing Sprout all the things that are special to him. Other than figuring out a better bedtime routine, I think this might just work out.
By the way, the bunk beds…they’re from Walmart! Solid, good construction, even my DH was impressed with the quality of it.
Do any of YOUR kids share a room? If so, how old are they and how does it work out???
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Every morning
He gives us another chance because we live by grace
For a sinner like me, that clean, fresh start is such a blessing
As I try harder every day, but fall short
I gossip, I’m selfish, sometimes I curse, I’m impatient,
or I’m simply not a light in this dark world
Like we are called to be
But then I look out my window
and this beautiful sunrise reminds me
Of His mercy and His grace and His goodness
And I smile.
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“Look mommy, no feet!”

“I don't know mama, should I try it too?”

“Here I go!!!”

“I did it!!!”
My little guys. They are daring, crazy, courageous boys. No trips to the ER yet, but I know it’s inevitable. So I say a little prayer and try to let them have fun without worrying too much…or at least without showing it!
These shots were taken yesterday. Finally, the snow is melted and we were able to get outside!
Friday morning, April 1st, I had come in an hour late because of Sprout’s preschool conferences. Just as I was getting settled in at my desk checking emails, my CLO (Community Liaison Officer) stuck his head in the door.
“Hey Sarge, the Commander just called. He said you were supposed to be at a meeting half an hour ago.”
What? What meeting? I never miss a meeting! I jumped up, grabbed my uniform jacket and squad car key, and just as I was about to lock my office door, my CLO laughed.
“April Fools!”
Relieved, my logical thoughts took over. The commander wasn’t even working, he was out of town!
Later that SAME day…
I had just come in from doing patrol. Half hour left in my shift, I planned on checking emails and then getting out of there.
My CLO came running up to me, frantic look on his face, and in his arms, a wide-eyed one year old baby boy with a nuki in his mouth.
“Sarge, I just found this baby wondering around the hallway!”
My response, “Yeah right, that’s your nephew or something.”
“No, Really! There’s even a car seat, come see!”
The panicked look on his face convinced me. Suddenly, I had thoughts of an abandoned child report, a search for parents, a call to child protection and no hope of getting done on time. I followed him down the hall towards where he found the car seat, and as I turned the corner, there holding his hand over his mouth to keep from laughing was one of my officers! Then, it clicked in my head…it was HIS baby boy my CLO was holding! I had only seen the baby once before, so I didn’t recognize it. Both the CLO and the officer doubled over laughing. The officer said, “Sarge, I could just hear the “Oh crap” in your voice! Priceless!”
Next year, I’m staying home on April 1st….;-)
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Yes, my DH* was accepted by the local college for the RN program starting this fall! He just received the letter in the mail last Friday.
We are so excited! It’s been such a journey over the past six months, ever since DH decided to leave chiropractic. (To read earlier posts, go here and here.) But we’ve prayed and prayed, and we just feel God’s hand on all of it. First, DH found a buyer for his clinic, which, in this economy, was a miracle alone. This allowed DH out of all of his commitments at the clinic.
Second, we thought we would be living on one income (mine), but TWO days after closing on his clinic, DH got hired at an assisted living facility close to our home.
And now third, DH got admitted to an RN program! Out of the three programs he applied to, this was the one he wanted the most. It’s closer to home than the state university and A LOT less expensive.
What does this all mean? We don’t know yet. We don’t know his class schedule yet, so things like childcare and how much he’s going to keep working we just don’t have an answer for.
I’m so proud of him! At thirty-nine, he’s changing careers and going back to school for what in his heart and his head he feels is the right direction. This truly is a leap of faith.
(*DH is an online/blogging term that stands for Darling Husband.)

While I was sick and being a couch potato earlier this week, Sprout came running up to me. With something hidden behind his back, he said, “I have something for you Mommy!” With a proud smile, he gave me the above Legos and said, “Look, I made you flowers!” My sweet little four year old gave his mama flowers the only way a four year old can give his mama flowers.
I love being a boy mama.
(PS. No offense to girl mamas! You get to have the cute frilly dresses and pink shoes. ;-)
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