Peanut Butter?

Yesterday morning, I woke up early so I could make breakfast for the boys and take them to some friends house for the day. I went to the Homeschool Bookfair all day and some friend watched them. It was 6:30 AM and I made a peanut butter sandwich for Azariah and got some bread ready for Zeb. I then put the boys and the things they needed for the day in the Suzuki.

As we were driving, I gave them their breakfast and started thinking. "Do I have enough diapers?" Since the kids had beans and rice at a mexican restraunt the night before, I knew that he would probably have a few big diapers.

Azariah finshed his sandwich and Zeb was eating his bread. I looked back and saw Peanut Butter all over Zeb's hand and car seat. I am going 65 MPH down the highway. I then realize, "I didn't give Zeb peanut butter this morning, he is only one year of age...that's not Peanut Butter all over his hand...that's..."

I then quickly take the next exit off the hightway and pull into a gas station. As I clean up my sons blow out diaper I reminded myself "Make sure to put a lot of diapers in his diaper bag for today..."

Mommy, how do worms go poopy?

The wonderful questions of three year olds only get better as you are on an 18 hour drive. We travelled from Colorado to Texas in two days. On the first day of the trip, the children earned enough points to get something at the gas station when we filled up. My son, Azariah, chose gummy worms. As we were driving and it was his turn to sit up front with me, he looks over the gummy worm and in a contemplating voice asks "Mommy, how do worms go poopy?".

The drive was long, but the Lord was good to us. Once, we arrived in Texas, we unloaded the vehicle and went to dinner with my younger sister Kristy. She then went and took her last final while the children and I killed two hours playing ticket games at Mountasia. We won 265 tickets and got about $5.00 worth of cheap toys from the tickets. It took us a lot more than that to actually get the tickets to buy the $5.00 worth of toys. But we had fun. It is kind of hard when your son wants to play and trucking game and mom gets sick from watching the video screen, but I had to press the gas pedal and help steer so I was stuck, with a turning stomach.

We then took a drive to the airport so Kristy could catch her plane. It was a long day, but the Lord was gracious and allowed us to get here safely.

Mommy, I love Texas

Azariah "I love Texas."
Mommy "Why do you love Texas?"
Azariah "Because that is where my car hauler is."

We had some toys that we gave to GRACE when we left Texas and one of them has a purple Matchbox Car Hauler. He has not gotten over the fact that we gave it to charity, thus the above comment. I am trying to prepare him that even when we get to Texas we will not be seeing the car hauler.

The wonder under boy...

We had the delight of eating at Chick-fil-a. It was Gil, me, Tirzah, Azariah and Zeb. After eating the chicken and waffle fries, the children were delighted to have some strawberry shake. What a treat. Tirzah had finished and scampered off to play in the play area. Azariah, wanting to play also, but not willing to leave before every last drop of shake was gone, continues to eat his shake. Finally between bites, our little boy who at times thinks it is easier to go potty in his pants then it is to stop doing what he is doing says, "I had an accident."

Gil looked over and didn't see his pants wet. I walked around the table and found a nice puddle on the floor under his chair. Gil was hoping that when the lady had mopped the floor earlier she had missed that spot. She hadn't. You know the nylon wind pants that don't absorb water? Well, Azariah had a pair of those on. So instead of soaking into his pants, it ran out his pant leg onto the floor.

I picked him up and took him to the car. I started scrounging around, trying to find something to put on him. Since we still had to go shopping, this was a desperate search. There was one problem though. Some people enjoy using their vehicles as a type of storage place. I am one of those people, so usually in an emergency like this, I could find something to put on him even if it might be a skirt. The problem? We had just spend the morning cleaning out the van. And yes, that morning I had taken out a pair of Tirzah's pants that would have worked perfectly, but they were now in their proper place, the laundry basket. I did find a pair of Red underwear at the bottom of Zeb's diaper bag and put those on him.

So now "wonder under" was at least decent. We ran a couple of errands and then went to Wal-Mart. The big question, do I go in buy a pair of shorts come back out and then take him in or do I just figure, it's Wal-Mart and much stranger things have gone through the doors of Wal-Mart than a little boy with a shirt and underwear on. We chose option two. We made him sit in the cart or on Gil's shoulders. Our little "wonder under" boy made it through the Wal-Mart experience with no lasting scars. However, I am sure someone was saying "I can't believe those parents would bring their child to Wal-Mart with only underwear on."

Mountain Biking

A typical Gil look when his wife says, "I think we went the wrong way."

Gil while mountain biking

Gil and I were privileged to go mountain biking this morning. We went to Rabbit Valley and did Loops #3 and #4. Since we had never been on these trail before, we were not sure what to expect. #3 has some good continuous uphills, so we ended up walking our bikes up more than we want, but you do what you have to do. Then we had some nice technical down hill and narrow single track along a ledge. For those of you who don't know, single track is a trail that is 12-18 inches wide. It makes riding the trail seem like a roller coaster. We had fun and enjoyed the time together. No spills, but some good thrills.

Gil looking at the trail map after we arrived back at the truck.

Tirzah's Stuck

I volunteer at the Pregnancy Center on Wednesday afternoons as a counselor. My mom watches the children while I go. Well yesterday, I was getting ready to leave and Azariah comes and says, "Tirzah is stuck."
I asked "Where is she stuck?"
"In the crate."
"How did she get stuck?"
"I shut the door on her."

The excitment of living with a three year old and 5 year old.

Then today our 1 year old decided to feed the dog and himself. The only problem was that it was with the dog food. Now I do have a friend in Texas who said she and her siblings would grab a handful of dog food on their way out to play. But that is Texas and this is Colorado, so I did a couple of dog food rescue missions on Zeb today :-)

Still no baby goats...

Still No Baby Goats...

I feel like I am waiting for Christmas, but don't know what day it will be. Mocha still has not had her babies and I am anxious for her to have them. The children and I leave next Monday for Texas and I want them to be more than a day old when we leave. Every hour yesterday I went to check on Mocha, in hopes of her delivery. Every hour there was no change. I don't think I would have checked her so much yesterday, but she had one possible delivery sign which obviously wasn't a delivery sign since she didn't deliver.

When Sugar had her baby in February, the children and I missed it since we were at church. By the goodness of the Lord, Gil was here. I really don't want to miss Mocha's delivery, I know she has more than one kid and if there are any problems, I want to be able to help her.

Another day has started, it is rainy. I love the way Colorado smells after a rain. Have you ever heard how the berometer can cause mammals to go into labor? I am hoping today might be Mocha's day.