Walk With Me

I have always loved this poem and first posted it on the blog two years ago.

My dishes went unwashed today,

I didn't make the bed,

I took his hand and followed

Where his eager footsteps led.

 

Oh yes, we went adventuring,

My little son and I...
Exploring all the great outdoors

Beneath the summer sky

 

We waded in a crystal stream,

We wandered through a wood...

My kitchen wasn't swept today

But life was gay and good.

We found a cool, sun-dappled glade

And now my small son knows

How Mother Bunny hides her nest,

Where jack-in-the-pulpit grows.

We watched a robin feed her young,

We climbed a sunlit hill...

Saw cloud-sheep scamper through the sky,

We plucked a daffodil.

 

That my house was neglected,

That I didn't brush the stairs,

In twenty years, no one on earth

Will know, or even care.

But that I've helped my little boy

To noble manhood grow,

In twenty years, the whole wide world

May look and see and know.

-unknown-

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I walk with the boys several days a week. Some days we can call it exercise; other days we stop and go so much I doubt my heart rate increases at all. Those are the walks with 6 stops to insert a pacifier, 1 stop to pull a weed in a neighbor's yard, 2 stops to wipe spit-up, 3 stops to pick up a rock and/or stick, 23 semi-stops to hop over cracks ("Don't step on a crack..."), and 1 stop for a good cry after Kendry runs head first into a mailbox.

{That poor kiddo's head sure gets its fair share of beatings.}


To heck with exercise; its the stop and go walks I will remember.

As will they.



Today's walk involved some skipping practice along the sidewalk and 1 stop to peer down the rain drain.

Rain drains are dirty.

I do not advise smashing your face against them for a better view.

Ten on Tuesday

{1}

We hope you had a great Independence Day!

Kendry and I made these windsocks for our front tree courtesy of Pinterest.


We traveled to Justin's parents' house for the long weekend. These cuzzies had a great time together, especially at firework time.
 

{2}

The sunflowers are well on their way.

I was a little worried we planted them too late.

Then I fretted again after my little gardening helper created two flood-like experiences for the poor seeds when he took it upon himself to water them.

Apparently they are resilient sunflowers; now let's hope they are pretty. I used seeds from last year's flowers so I have no idea which colors I'm going to get.



{3}

Speaking of watering, explain to me why it is that my husband can coil a 50 foot garden hose into a perfect, tidy little circle and every time I try it ends up looking like a four six-leafed clover - and it only stays in that shape because I stand atop to hold it in place.

Its me versus garden hose.

The hose wins every time.

{4}

Dear Honda:
If you can explain to me how my new Odyssey managed to lock itself up entirely WITH my kiddos inside that would be much appreciated. Fortunately, the van and the A/C were running, but next time I may not be so fortunate. My four year old son even pushed the interior open/close button on his door and it wouldn't open! Finally I had him roll down his window for me, at which point I could reach in and unlock his door. Thank goodness I didn't have the window locks activated.

Please be advised that I was in my own driveway at the time of this incident and even tried my husband's FOB (I think FOB is an acronym, isn't it? For what I don't know.), to no avail. However, as my husband so kindly pointed out afterwards, I did not use the old fashioned "insert key into door" method, so I cannot confirm if that would have worked. (Does anyone really use that method anymore?)

I remain perplexed.

Yours truly,
Momma G

{5}
I'm trying out a new call sign for myself - Momma G.

Think it will stick?

 I'm curious if I can pull it off like Momma B does.

{6}

The neighbors behind us acquired two hens, a rooster and a turkey this week. I do enjoy a good rooster crow with the morning sun.

This rooster crows every five minutes.

{7}

"Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain!"

We're presently sanding the drywall in the addition.

Dust, dust everywhere!

{8}

All the crying babies in the house put your hands in the air and sing "Neeeiiiggghhh!"

{9}

If you laughed at that last picture you have involuntarily been entered into a drawing to attend the next Unhappy Hour hosted by the Gimlin Twins.

Unhappy Hour is NOT a laughing matter.

{10}

This Week's Blessing:

Momma B and GG booked their flights to come visit us the first week of August.

Woot woot!

Chicks Dig Scars, Part II

Today I inquired if our local urgent care has a punch card system. With one rough and tumble 4 year old, and two little brothers sure to follow in his footsteps, something tells me we could become regular patrons over the next several years.

Our first punch with Kendry was nearly two years ago when he collided with a bookshelf. Five stitches later:

{2011}

Today marks the second punch in our punch card.

Kendry had a minor incident with a plastic baseball bat this morning.

The bat won.

 

This time he got four stitches.

Here's praying this precious face doesn't acquire any more scars; its already got its fair share.