"Boys are found everywhere—on top of, underneath, inside of, climbing on, swinging from, running around or jumping to. Mothers love them, little girls hate them, older sisters and brothers tolerate them, adults ignore them and Heaven protects them. A boy is Truth with dirt on its face, Beauty with a cut on its finger, Wisdom with bubble gum in its hair
and the Hope of the future with a frog in its pocket."
Author: Alan Beck

Thursday, November 3, 2011

To this and that, I SAY...

Since I've been MIA forever, this should get us caught up again.  Try your best to follow along.

To Halloween, I SAY:  We planned, we decorated, we conquered.  You were in and out like a flash.  See you next year.

To my son who turns 6 in less than a week, I SAY:  I promise I'm doing my best at scraping together a fabulous last-minute birthday party.  You won't be disappointed.

To my house (especially MY room and the bathrooms), I SAY:  You win.  Try as I might, I can't keep up.

To the boy who sneaks into the bathroom every morning and munches on Halloween candy, then ditches his rubbish behind the potty, I SAY:  Time for a new hiding place.  I'm on to you.

To my cupboards, I SAY:  I apologize that you are so bare.  As I type this, I'm trying to plan dinner, but for the life of me, I can't think of anything to make with beef broth, black beans, and Reece's peanut butter cups.

To my 10 year old son, I SAY:  I will never forget the way you looked as you went out the door today.  I hope the kids on the playground didn't give you the business.  We'll get you new pants this weekend....promise.

To my garden, I SAY:  It saddens me to see you all covered in snow.  Sleep well, you've earned your rest.

To my new little niece, I SAY:  Only 17 more days until I can wallow in your new baby smell and cuddle you for hours.  

To M & D, I SAY: Thank you for taking me with you to be there for little M's arrival.  It was an amazing trip!

To the best husband IN THE WORLD, I SAY:  Thank you for holding down the fort while I was gone.  You have earned a complete day of doing nothing but watch football.  I'll even bring you a few beers, and clear any empties while I'm at it.

To my sister in-law, I SAY: Only 17 more days until you'll have 17 people living in your house...for 5 days.  Brace yourself.

To Christmas, I SAY:  You are only 51 days, 7 hours, and 41 minutes away.  I'm counting.

To School, I SAY:  Due to circumstances beyond my control, I won't be seeing you next semester.  Want to know a secret?  You won't be missed.  You don't fit into any of my holiday plans, anyway.

And last, but not least, to the person stalking my blog (you know who you are), I SAY:  Have you had your fill?  Good.  Time to move on.



  1. very nice!!!
    we were so blessed to have you here!!! all 3 of you!
    yes, please get that boy some pants!!!

    love you sis!!!

  2. 17 days and I can't wait!! I call dibs on the baby - you already got to meet her!

  3. Quit being so hilarious! You're killing me!!! LOL!

    Do these kids really think we won't find their stash of empty candy wrappers? Or notice the blue ring around his mouth from eating that jaw breaker as fast as he could even though he tried to hide it by burying his face in the couch cushions thinking that I couldn't see him and therefore smearing blue goo all over it? Nice.

    Please blog more. :)