Try not to be too impressed by my large vocabulary (of made up words) and complex (run-on) sentence structure. I can't help it...it is a gift. Beautiful writing giftedness...of a 13 to 14 year old.
Kudos to us and our smartness :)
Try not to be too impressed by my large vocabulary (of made up words) and complex (run-on) sentence structure. I can't help it...it is a gift. Beautiful writing giftedness...of a 13 to 14 year old.
Kudos to us and our smartness :)
And a few hours later...
So goes life in the parsonage. My children are always dirty. I gave up trying to keep them clean a long, long time ago. In fact, I'm just so used to them being dirty, I hardly even notice it anymore.
Until the other day that is...I happened to take all of them to run some errands (very bad idea.) Our last stop was the grocery store. They were bugging each other and fighting over who got to ride in the "school bus cart"...I was trying to maintain my composure, and then I met her in the frozen food aisle.
She was cute, young and pregnant, probably with her first baby. She was strolling the aisles in peace and quiet (alone)...well, until she came upon us.
She gave me the look. I know this look...I too, once gave it to mothers with rowdy, dirty kids. It was the look of idealism. The look that says, "honestly, is it so hard to clean your kids up before you leave the house!?!"
I smiled and her...and I smiled all the way home...because someday, that cute little thing may have three little boys, that 5 minutes after a bath are somehow dirty again...because I know first hand, that's what happens to young ladies who give the look. *smiles*
This is the lazy-bloggers version of a slide show...where none of the pics are labeled and you are supposed to just make up the captions...it's good for your imagination...I think.
Here was our weekends order of events:
Side note: Please insert *eat more mini-doughnuts* in between each number.
Now I need to go find my elastic waist-band pants...