independent....

I recently babysat my niece and nephew. My nephew, 10 enjoyed playing with my boys and they were pretty much glued to the tv playing wii, or atop the seat of the bikes racing to the stop sign at the end of the street. My niece, Lilly, 7 months old was pretty much glued to my right hip. :) I always have thought that I wanted to have another baby, but after my all nighter, I can say with certainty that I am not seeing any babies in the Pearson household anytime soon.

Lilly is a happy baby, she wakes up smiling with rosy red cheeks and dried slobber in the corners of her mouth. She absolutely melts your heart when you lock onto those big brown eyes and see her smile and them brown eyes reflect the true happiness shining from inside her. She makes my heart smile and reminds me of the miracles that God gives us.

I love my children and was very blessed to have happy healthy babies. The way I look at it is, since they made me throw up for almost the entire time I was cooking them to perfection, the least they could do was be happy as babies. :) I can remember one of my most favorite things when they were babies, as probably many of you other moms do as well...newborns, eat, sleep, poop, and occasionally test out the lungs for grins and giggles. However, there are those moments when they are peacefully sleeping in their bassinet, or in your protective arms and grin from ear to ear for no apparent reason. We have all seen this and for some reason I would always think to myself that they were dreaming of where they were before they were so graciously placed into our lives by God. These babies are His children and we have been fortunate enough to have been trusted with them. It is our duty as parents to guide them and mold them into believers. Faith is hard for an adult to grasp sometimes, how on earth are we supposed to begin to describe this to our children?

I am far from perfect as a mother and have made my fair share of mistakes and will make many more before it is all said and done. One thing I do not want mistaken in the eyes of my children is where my heart lies and what I believe. We were driving to a birthday party yesterday and Bailey starts..."What can wash away my sins...nothing but the blood of Jesus", then Brendan, "What can make me whole again...nothing but the blood of Jesus", then in unison..."How precious is the blood...." As I sit in the front seat and listen to my boys spout off medleys about our savior, I cannot help but fight back the tears and feel more pride and happiness in my heart knowing that my children truly know Him and love him. How many parents out there get to listen to their 7 and 5 year olds sing songs about Jesus? I do, I do! I just pray for the children and their parents who sing spongebob and dora theme songs and their children never know of any other songs. (my children and I know spongebob and dora as well, no offense intended) I would hate to think what our world will be years from now, if we have no youth to continue his work, so as a parent I am making my solemn vow to teach my children why we walk this earth and what our job is while we are here. "I'll never know how much it costs, to see my sins up on that cross", think about ehy you are here and give thanks! :)

Bath time Confessions....

Bath time in our house is always an experience, it either brings water dripping from the ceiling, or bubble gum scented foam soap from top to bottom. Brendan is a new kindergartner this year. He comes home from school and is hungry, he has a snack and says i am gonna go watch cartoons, after the first two days, we realized he meant..."I am going to go hide and nap." So, we would try things like Uno, or Hi Ho Cherry-o's to occupy him until he adjusts to his new found schooling.

Dinner conversation is also always an interesting time in our home. We usually have Bailey sitting there, too interested in dissecting his dinner and Brendan is talking non stop around the milk mustache he sports so well every night. The outline for kindergarten this year is dinosaurs, Brendan has became very knowledgeable about these extinct creatures, so educated that he informs me at dinner, "mom, am i smart because I know dinosaurs are stink?" I swallow my bite of rice before choking with laughter and reply, "stink?" As soon as I say it aloud, it hits me...EXTINCT. I correct him and reassure him of just how smart he is and enjoy the smile that spreads from ear to ear with the milk mustache in tow.

Bath time last night...Bailey is a big boy now and does not take baths except for weekends when he can play in them. Brendan still wants a bath, so Bailey has showered and his tucked in tightly for the night. Brendan is in the bath tub and I am finishing up dishes and tell him to have his hair wet and be ready when I come in to wash him. I finish up and head into the bathroom. I walk in and see Brendan face down blowing bubbles with his mouth and all I can see is a small blinding white little butt staring up at me, I giggle and announce myself. He turns over and finally gets his hair wet and starts jabbering on and on. I am on my knees bent over the side of the tub washing his hair and I have to stop myself and stand up and stretch my back. Brendan looks at me and asks, "mom, does your back hurt?" I look down at him and he looks like he could burst out into tears at any second. I answer him and tell him that it hurts from work, but it will be fine, just pray for me. He says, "I have to tell you something." I wait and he starts..."today at school, at recess, me and my friends were playing a game that goes, you step on a crack, you break your mother's back. I am sorry, I won't play that game ever again." I look down at him wanting to laugh and reassure him it is only a game and him playing that game is not the issue with my back. Then, I look at him and see the remorse and hurt in his little eyes and my heart smiles. Looking at him, I realize I am so blessed to have my boys! They are beautiful loving souls and I am thankful for the warmth they give me and the love I receive from them.

So, in conclusion, as I sit here writing this blog and listen to my children argue over what to watch and whose umbrella is cooler, I try and always think of loving souls that exist in those two bouncing baby boys! They truly are the light of my life and will bless many others long after i am "stink". :)