There is grace for that. (Yep, even poop.)

Why is it that any time my babes have had a horrifically messy poop, it’s when we’re about to leave the house? I know you all know what I’m talking about. You’re getting ready to go somewhere (school, church, out to dinner, whatever) and everyone is pretty much ready to go. You make sure everyone’s shoes are on the right feet, and start shuffling them to the car. You pick up the baby to put him in the carseat and, blerg, you catch a whiff of something horrible as you hoist him into the car. You take a peek back there, and sure enough. He’s pooped. You bribe your other kids into their carseats with promises you don’t intend to keep, and whisk the baby and his smell back into the house.

You get to the changing table and see that even though he’s already pooped once this morning, this second one is NOT a quick little clean up. As you pull off his pants, the poop that was coming out of one leg of the diaper smears all the way to his foot. Great. Now you need to make sure you have a full pack of wipes before you do anything else. Also a trash bag. And something for the baby to hold so he doesn’t play in it.

All the while, you’re cursing every choice you made since you got up this morning. Why didn’t I just get up with my first alarm? Why didn’t I wake the baby up earlier so he could get this crap out of his system before now? Why didn’t I let the kids sleep in the clothes they needed to wear to school? Why didn’t I ask Hubby to change this diaper?! Finally, you’ve used 93 wipes, filled a grocery bag with poop, and thrown away the baby’s pajama pants. You’ve shoved him into shorts and given him a bowl of blueberries to eat in the car, hoping they don’t somehow make it through his system before you get back home. Your big kids are asking, “Where is our special treat for getting buckled in?” and you’re all, “I’ll totally bake brownies for lunch.” so they stop asking.

You’re 15 minutes behind, meaning you have to walk the kids in instead of using the carpool drop off. It’s okay, because your preschool check is late and you left your diaper bag in there last weekend. You’re riding the struggle bus as you drag your sleepy, still hungry kids into the building, hoping you don’t smell like baby poop. You stumble into the preschool director’s office, and flop down on her couch like it’s a therapy session (okay, it kind of is). You tell her about the poop-splosion and your train-wreck of a morning, apologize for losing your statement and ask her how much you even owe that month. She doles out grace and love to you, and says, “Hey, that’s normal. We’re all doing that.” And magically, your morning struggles dissolve and you’re grateful for the community you have.

Things Toddlers Say 

Hey y’all! Happy Tuesday! Thanks for giving me some grace last week to be a week late. Here are your regular Tuesday funnies – enjoy!

We tell J what we’re doing that day…
J: Well that’s not brand news!

EK, randomly: I always wanted a car that would turn into a boat.

EK to my mom: Quick! Put lipstick on me before mom notices!

I’m on the phone scheduling EK’s 5yo check up…
EK: Mom! Mom! Tell them I don’t want shots. Did you say I don’t get shots this time? Mom?

EK was annoying J…
J: You make me feel… so… punchy!

J’s new song: You know what the rain drops sing? “Christmas time is almost here! We’re the raindrops, the raindrops, the raindrops…”

J: Mom, naptime and bedtime look similar. But naptime is up and down, and bedtime is just down.
Hubby: I think you’re on to something.

J: I’m gonna be a bee that attacks my house! (Bends down and pretends to eat the floor)

J: *hands me mascara* Here you go, Mama. Your eyes are looking a little scratchy.

I go into EK’s room to see if she’s asleep. While I’m leaning over the bed giving kisses and I love yous, I feel something touch my foot.
Me: J, is that you?! What are you doing under EK’s bed?!
J: I just wanted to sleep with EK.
Me: Um. Cute. But no.

Randomly when he woke up one morning, J: Baymax was naked. Hahaha. (From Big Hero 6)

New name-calling: Jerk butt. Jerk nut. Poop butt. See the theme?

D’s current obsession is knowing where everyone is: Whess Daddy? Whess Joe Joe? Whess Kay Kay?

What have your kids been saying recently?

A Good Friday Prayer

Tonight, I helped lead worship at my church’s Good Friday service, as I’ve done for the past few years. It’s a truly beautiful service, somber, quiet, slow… but not without hope. Our pastors do an incredible job of planning this evening full of dramatic lighting, powerful songs, and the last words of Jesus as he prepared to give his life, and as he hung on the cross. It’s haunting.

When I got home, I was still in the mood the service had left me in. I was lost in thought, as I had been on and off all day. Good Friday has always been a sobering day for me. But as I put my youngest son to bed, I started to sing him one of the songs we had sung in the service. It’s appropriately called “Passion Song”, written by some friends of our worship pastor. (Click that link. It will bless your soul to hear it.) It’s based on John’s view of how Jesus’s last week went down. The pastor who spoke just before the song presented it perfectly, emphasizing how Jesus was John’s very best friend, the only person who had ever known him so completely. Here are the words, so you can see the powerful emotion packed in them…

I was with Him when He rode into town
And the crowds gathered round Him like a King
Their smiling faces joined a sea of branches waving
Though they were masquerading in the end

And my heart rose in my throat
When I heard them sing
Hosanna in the highest
Oooh oooooh oh

We went upstairs broke the bread and drank the wine
From the only living vine that we would taste
And I watch them take Him up the mountainside
Where He was crucified though innocent
And they mocked Him and cursed Him with their mouths
And told Him to come down if He was God

And my heart broke in my chest
When I heard Him say
Forgive them it is finished
Oooh oooooh oh

I remember in the garden
When He sweat like drops of blood
And how He begged the Father
Just to let Him pass the cup
I can still feel the anguish
When they pierced Him in the side
And how the ground beneath us shook
Upon the very moment that He died
Oooh ooh oh oh oh

Three days later we found an empty grave
And the stone was rolled away where He had been

Tears of joy streamed down my face
When the angel said
Oh fear not He is risen
Oh fear not He is risen
Oooh ooh ooh oooh oh oh oooh

You can see how this song would be lingering in my psyche, right? So I’m singing it to my son, as I’m settling him in for bed. And when I finally wipe the (my) tears away, and get to his goodnight prayer, I began to pray like always, and for some reason, I was led to utter the words, “…and thank You for giving Your Son. I could never give my son.”

And I cried some more.

You see, the sacrifice is beyond what any one of us could do. In the Old Testament, Abraham was told to sacrifice his son. Whether he would’ve (or could’ve) actually gone through with it we’ll never know. There was a ram in the thicket, and God was preparing, even then, to give His very own son to save the world. Jesus willingly gave his life to pave the way for us to enter into fellowship with his Father. One of our pastors this evening titled it “a beautiful exchange”. His life for ours. What else could possibly be a better exchange for us?

Things Toddlers Say 

HEY! It’s Wednesday, but I’m allowed to be a day late for TTS on vacation, right? It’s our spring break and we’re doing mountainy things! So here is a little humor for your week, and sorry it’s a bit late. Enjoy!

D was trying to climb a rope ladder at the playground…
J: You can do it, D! I know you can!

Hubby and I hear J talking (he was “reading aloud”) downstairs after bedtime…
Hubby: Hey, why is your light on? You’re supposed to be sleeping.
J: Go away, Dad. I just wanna do what I wanna do.

At bath time, EK pitched a fit about getting in the tub. When she finally got in, she said to J: Please don’t splash me. I’m just so sad.

EK wanted me to sing some Taj Mahal at bedtime the other night, and I told her I didn’t know the words. So she sang it.

 

Wise words…
J: After a day and another day, things get old.

Talking about her loose teeth…
EK: I sleep on my eyes so I don’t swallow them.

EK, randomly: Oh, mom. The scissors are in my room because there was a lollipop and I needed them to open it.

EK: Can I have another hot dog and some more of those little chickens?
Me: Those were tater tots.

EK’s picture of my new hair. Spot on. 

Now, I know her drawing is crumpled but I had to show you that “ballerina EK” is shaped a lot like ballerina Olivia. 

J: How many are you?
Me: 31.
J: How many are you, Dad?
Hubby: 31.
J: Two 31s?! You must be twins!
Me: Nope nope nope.

J: Mom! The red is light! Oops. I mean, the light is red!

J: You know why I threw rocks at the river? I was tryna feed it.

Hope you enjoyed our funnies! Have a great week!

Currently

APRIL! Holy moly. I can’t believe it’s here. Easter, EK’s birthday, spring break… all those things are upon us! It seems that the spring is flying, when I feel like it should be just starting. But that’s been my entire 2017, actually. Hmm. Anyway, lots has been going on, and will continue through probably the end of the school year. I don’t know how we manage to stay so busy, but time is flying. I looked at my youngest babe the other day and thought, “How did I miss that you got so big?” I think it about all of them at least once a week, if not daily.

Here is a little bit about what we are up to currently.

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Accomplishing || I’m doing pretty well in my half-marathon training so I feel very accomplished! Saturday I ran 11 miles, and my knees did not completely crumble like I thought they might! I’ve been taking a supplement for my joints, and trying to stretch and foam roll a lot to prevent the tightness that makes injuries more common, since my knees are sore at best if I run longer than 5 miles or so. It takes a day or two to get back to normal, too, which is a bummer.

Feeling || the pressure of my training getting more intense. I’m sore, and mentally I’m starting to psych myself out about running so far. I’ve been building up my running playlist (I’m going to post about that this week!) and that’s definitely helping. I also used my first gel energy pack on Sunday (my 11-miler), and I feel like it worked, but I may try a different one this weekend, which just means I need to make it to the store to buy them! I also had unfortunate chafing (I know, lovely topic, right?) where my arms rubbed against my sides the entire time, so my runner friend gifted me some Body Glide to try. I feel legit now, ha!

Needing || a couple of new workout tops, which I just got at Costco! They were only $9.99 each, and perfect for hot weather: looser than most, breathable, and long enough to cover my long torso. Winning! The other thing I need to go is get back in the routine of wearing sunscreen. I always wear lotion with sunscreen on my face, but when I sweat, I wipe my face a lot, and then it’s basically gone. Tis the season for being outside a lot, wearing less clothes, and I’ve already gotten my first redness from not wearing it. The hard part is that I absolutely HATE the smell and feel of real sunscreen (as in, not lotion with a little spf but REAL sunscreen that actually protects your skin). It’s a mental battle for me: I know I need it, but I just don’t want it. Here goes: sunscreen it up, springtime!

Practicing || keeping myself scheduled and healthy and ready for a workout wherever I can grab it. That means eating really well as often as I can, drinking lots of water (my goal this week is 100 ounces a day) and basically living in workout clothes. But sometimes I can’t get everything I need/want to do in a day done in one workout; I have to get the 3-mile run in at a different time than the weights. I’m sweaty (or dried up from being sweaty) all day, and that’s basically gross. But I’m HEALTHY and I have trimmed up, and I’m actually doing this whole long-distance running thing. I am HAPPY!

Pinning || some healthy recipes. They mostly include snacks or sweets, since those are what I need help with. I like to have something healthy to kill my munchies, satisfy my sweet tooth, or something that I can grab and go in a hurry for either breakfast or a snack on my way out. Check out my Pinterest boards to see them!

Sorry that this post was all about my training, but it’s pretty much consuming my life right now. Ha! I’m doing other things too, like a shrimp boil with our friends!

And playground time!

And gardening!

So you can see I’m not just running 24/7!!

What are you up to currently?

Things Toddlers Say 

Happy Tuesday, y’all! Lots of silly one-liners and humor to brighten your day. The rain has been a bit of a bummer on our moods over here in NC but we needed it, and our garden is happy, so I shouldn’t complain! Anyway, here are the funnies. Enjoy!

I’m sipping a glass of wine…
J: Did you know that if you drink that, you’ll turn into…(pause)…what you’re drinking?

At bedtime…
J: Running, marching, tiptoeing, walking. Whispering, talking!
Me: It’s good that you’ve been listening in music class!

J hands EK flowers…
EK, sniffing: You make me cry so good! You’re the best brother!

EK: Sometimes I forget to brush my teeth. So then I wake up in the middle of the night, grab my princess toothbrush and brush it up.

J: Mom, I got the hook-ups. (hiccups)

J riding in the back of the tricycle while D drives it…
Me: J, is that a safe choice?
J: Well, it’s a funny choice to me!

J, licking ranch off his fingers: Mmm, tastes like banana pudding!

Pulling into our driveway, we can see our garden…
EK: Mom. Look how much work we’ve got done!

J, pointing at the sky: Look! It’s the banana moon! (Impossible to get a good picture of, by the way, though I did try.)

J and I were chatting one afternoon, and I mentioned how big he was getting.
J: Yeah, I’m going to keep growing and growing until I’m like Jesus (because Jesus is of superhuman size). And then I could wear a Jesus costume for my birthday!  I’M SO EXCITED!

J, talking to my mom while walking on a local trail in the woods…
J: It’s like we’re in a forest. I bet it’s Wake Forest.

 

Things Toddlers Say 

Happy Tuesday, one and all! Spring has sprung here in our house, and we’re obsessed with all that comes with it! Enjoy our funny little sayings!

J, holding his ukulele and wearing his backpack: I’m going to my gig, mom!

J: *tells same story about a robot on our porch he’s been telling for months*
EK: Why do you keep telling that same story, J?
J: I just love stories about robots!

At EK’s preschool music performance…
J: Can I go up there?!
Me: It’ll be your turn next year.
J: I guess I want to go home then.

Talking about Moana…
EK: Okay. Now let’s talk about the waves. (Cue ten excruciating minutes laboring over why the waves moved of their own accord.)

EK: What are you making mama?
Me: Brownies!
EK: You’re just like Lala! (My bestie who always makes sweet treats)

EK: Can I watch you make your coffee in that golden jar, Dad?
This is the golden jar:(It’s a French press.)

Passing the baseball stadium…
EK: You said the baseball opens in April. Is it April?
Me: No, it’s still March.
EK: Okay. I’ll ask you every day, “Is it April yet?” and you’ll tell me when it is. Okay?
Me: …okay…

Holiday mix-up…
EK: You know what’s my favorite month to set up for Easter? March 27!
Me: Wait. What?

EK and I are singing Moana for the hundredth time…
J: You guys! You’re making me annoying myself!

Hope you enjoyed our funnies! What silly things are your kids saying these days?

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