I think I've started posts like that before. Have I? I mean, the kid is sweet. Like when he comes BARRELING across the room when I walk into Pam's in the evening, or how he dashes for me first thing in the morning. Surefire lover, that kid is. And he still snuggles at nearly 22 months, which is a feat compared to his siblings. Perhaps though, our dear Keaton is a smart one. He knows that in order to save his life, he has to be a lover. For, if it weren't for those sweet snuggles, kisses and neck hugs.....his trouble making would WAY outdo his love. (If it doesn't already....)
Grace. Thank the good Lord for grace!
In a short 24 hours with Keaton....two catastrophes happened. The first, was actually pretty innocent. We're blaming Dad. He's the chief "trash removal officer" in our house, and he had overslept Wednesday. So therefore, our trash can was FULL. And Keaton was just trying to throw something away. Until the trash can LANDED on him...and spewed trash and our collection of pop tabs all over my kitchen floor. He was fine, thankfully....but my kitchen, while I was trying to put away dishes....was not!
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Last night, Thursday, I had big plans for an UN-eventful, quiet evening at home, where I could maybe catch up on some housework, fold some clothes and actually enjoy my children. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.....RRRRRIIIIIGGGGGHHHHTTTT.....
If you want to hear God laugh, tell him YOUR plans....
The kids come home STARVING like Pam's not fed them a single thing all day long....and immediately raid my cabinets. Usually, they'll grab a bag of fruit snacks and be content until supper time. Last night, I was working with Colton to get his homework started and trying to remain calm, despite the fact he had a lower day on the behavior chart at school. I hadn't even taken Keaton's coat/shoes off yet. Apparently, ole mom can't handle more than one kid at a time.
After a few minutes of helping Colton, I heard a nervous Emmalyn, "Mom. Um....(giggle), come see what Keaton is doing. I didn't do it Mom. KEATON. STOP!" ..........and I nervously turned to see white flour entering my dining room from the kitchen.
Hard to try to prove yourself innocent when you're covered in it, isn't it, Keaton?
So, to the corner he went, Em got banished upstairs to play, and Colton told to stay at the desk...while I attempted to tearfully tackle the mess made. These children must want me to be a ballet star, because they keep me ON MY TOES!!!
Thankfully, there is more of this......than there are flour messes & dumped trash cans.
I'm chalking that up to a ROUGH 24 hours.....and am hopeful I can catch a break...
Grace. Thank the good Lord for grace!
In a short 24 hours with Keaton....two catastrophes happened. The first, was actually pretty innocent. We're blaming Dad. He's the chief "trash removal officer" in our house, and he had overslept Wednesday. So therefore, our trash can was FULL. And Keaton was just trying to throw something away. Until the trash can LANDED on him...and spewed trash and our collection of pop tabs all over my kitchen floor. He was fine, thankfully....but my kitchen, while I was trying to put away dishes....was not!
If you want to hear God laugh, tell him YOUR plans....
The kids come home STARVING like Pam's not fed them a single thing all day long....and immediately raid my cabinets. Usually, they'll grab a bag of fruit snacks and be content until supper time. Last night, I was working with Colton to get his homework started and trying to remain calm, despite the fact he had a lower day on the behavior chart at school. I hadn't even taken Keaton's coat/shoes off yet. Apparently, ole mom can't handle more than one kid at a time.
After a few minutes of helping Colton, I heard a nervous Emmalyn, "Mom. Um....(giggle), come see what Keaton is doing. I didn't do it Mom. KEATON. STOP!" ..........and I nervously turned to see white flour entering my dining room from the kitchen.
So, to the corner he went, Em got banished upstairs to play, and Colton told to stay at the desk...while I attempted to tearfully tackle the mess made. These children must want me to be a ballet star, because they keep me ON MY TOES!!!
Thankfully, there is more of this......than there are flour messes & dumped trash cans.
I'm chalking that up to a ROUGH 24 hours.....and am hopeful I can catch a break...
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