Keep Austin Weird

Having just returned from my brothers wedding in Austin, I was reminded of how un-cool Charlotte is...or maybe how cool Austin is. Not that I dont love Charlotte. It is the perfect place to raise a family, it is safe, it is absolutely beautiful...but it is not "cool." Austin on the otherhand, is a great mix of amazing music, hippy, green, cowboy, organic, retro, modern, and a college town. It is also a town of (seemingly) "in shape" people. Lance Armstrong definitely has a bike following there. I cant even count the number of women I saw over the age of 40 with biker legs and cut arms.

We spent a large amount of time consuming beef (as we usually do in texas),Tex-Mex,and beer. Jeremy discovered a place called "Frank Groceries" where he got a bloody mary which took him about 45 min to describe to me. He, Nathan, my dad, and our old army friends, spent the better part of the morning there. The bloody mary came with bacon in it, in addition to a jalapeno, cheese and olive... Jeremy also had dark chocolate covered bacon to wash down his fajita with. Immediately afterwards, they somehow found room in their stomachs for ice cream.

The wedding was amazing. We loved seeing Colin and Misty and all their friends. We stayed until 1230 am (late for me) dancing and enjoying our family. On our way back to the hotel, I was exhausted. Jeremy and Nathan decided this would be the perfect time for pizza. So we drove though downtown Austin, sat in traffic (yes, traffic at almost 1am) and got the pizza....it made me realize how far I am from college when I saw a group of people coming out of a parking deck, to BEGIN their night.

The next morning, we tried to go to Frank's again, but they were not open. What were we thinking??? It was 9am. Whe should have stopped by at 2am. They were open then.

Boarding the plane, I was very excited to see the boys, to see Charlotte, and to know, no matter how old I get, Austin will always be weird.

what porter eats

i would like to say this dirt is from outside...but alas, he licked it off the kitchen floor.



I have been meaning to post for awhile about the many items I have located in my third childs mouth. I know all babies mouth things, but this seems to be Porters strong point. This morning, I have already found him sucking on batteries he somehow got out of the sound machine. Yesterday at the beach, he spent a fair amount of time sucking on a seashell full of sand like it was a sugary lollipop. I suppose with Keller I would have freaked out and googled all the items that have entered his digestive tract, but experience has lessened my concern. I can spot from across the room when P is sucking on something. He gets this intense look on his face and a purse to his lips. My routine is to go squeeze his cheeks together and the enticing item usually pops right out.. One day I saw him crawling past me at full speed with Jeremy's dirty underwear in his mouth. Later that day, I had changed his diaper then ran to strap C in the van, by the time I returned to retrieve Porter, he was sucking on the diaper...nice.

P's first time to taste salmon, cornbread, cookies and raisons have all been grazing under the chairs of his brothers
He loves the food but is not scared to try more organic items like dirt, seashells, rocks (a favorite), sand clumps and leaves. By far the most disturbing thing I have found in his oral cavity happened at the park one day. I noticed the lips beginning to purse and cheeks suck inward...I ran over did my cheek squeeze and out slides an old cigarette butt...nice one P.

TODAY

Today I...
. wore a cute outfit for an hour and 45min before chaning into running shorts and a tshirt
. got vomit on that tshirt from son #2, changed into first shirt i found in the dryer..dressy shirt that I kept on w running shorts
. spanked a son bc of refusal to wear sneakers v crocks that are two sizes too big
.had to hose off my baby son in the tub bc of all the poop-almost reached the back of his neck...regret that blackbean decision
. watched my son scooter to the park wearing cowboy boots and shorts (no shirt)
.watched my other son bike to the park wearing a wool pirate jacket and long black pants (85degrees)
.watched my baby roll down the stairs of our deck onto cement stepping stones, only to get up laughing
.caught this same baby literally as he was falling backwards from the step in our tub onto the floor
. went outside w K wearing my running shorts, purple running socks,"dressy"tshirt, put on the only shoes I had downstairs-a pair of flats. Of course, ran into a neighbor and visited for 20mins
.saw K almost get hit by a car
.took a bite of chocolate after C had some forgetting he threw up today
.looked the other way when my oldest peed at the park today
.bent down at least 1000 times from picking up everything from costumes to cowboys boots to crackers on the floor
.watched all three boys crawling on the ground chasing each other and laughing

TODAY. Today was a good day.

When cute kids get awkward

I have always loved the word "awkward" because it really is so awkward to spell. How fitting.
I have also always loved how "awkward" my kids look in goggles...actually most kids I guess but in particular the boys look ultra-awkward because it is the only swim gear they are sporting.

Speaking of awkward. Junior high boys. I must confess when I see boys in this stage, I sort of have a gross feeling in my stomach and cringe. I think "gross boy feet." I just cant believe these sweet feet that I can fit in my mouth, will one day induce vomiting with the mere sight of them. All the more reason to try to savor the now.

In the Now

"mommy, you are my best mommy..i want to marry you, then i will marry a monster." This is one of the last things Coleman said tonight as we were snuggling in his bed. Of course, my heart melted then became confused at the monster part...but sense is generally lacking in most three year olds dialogue.

A couple of weeks ago, I was playing a game which the question posed was "what is something that always makes you cry?" I did not even have to think twice about it. Hands down, it is those forwarded emails written by a mother looking back at the time when her children were young and the perspective she wished she had. I literally can feel my heart when I read these. I am a feeler. I am in the moment. I am aware...at least in theory that I should be aware. I try not to look to the next thing, but to enjoy what or who is in front of me. This may have to do with being an army brat. Moving every two years, I did not have time to waste making friends. You made them and made them fast. Community was built as quickly as the house became once again our home...pictures and curtains hung within three days of arriving. Live in the now, the future will change fast.

I do struggle with contentment in many if not most areas of my life. It is also a daily, hourly, actually minute by minute mental decision to just be with my kids. However, I can say that I really can't see how life can get any better than it is now. My friend Sarah and I were talking of this the other day. Yes, life is CRAZY and I am constantly having to repent of how I am sinning against my children (that's another post...or book:) and more often than not I feel that my goal is controlled chaos not eliminating chaos and I am the insane lady in the middle yelling at everything in my path...but man, it is just as sweet as it is crazy.

I know these boys wont be cuddling with me for long, or telling me I am their best mommy...or really just wanting to talk to me. I know there will be a day when they care about someone elses opinion above mine, and wont share their hearts with me, or be so excited to spend the day together, ask me to come play pirates with them, help them put on costumes (20x a day), read books to them, fight over who gets to sit on mommy's lap, ask me what I've been eating when we cuddle because our faces are so close together. There will be a day when they will know what they are doing tomorrow apart from my telling them, when they will be able to fall asleep without our goodnight routine, when they will color a picture, put together a puzzle, and do a wheelie on their bike without even thinking to tell me about it.
There will also be a day when they will be able to understand the longing we all have to be cared for, to feel safe, to feel deeply loved in the mundane everyday minutes of just being. I still remember the feeling of my dad carrying me to bed, and I still long for that sense of safety of someone always aware and engaged, that sense of being at home. However, I now understand this longing is not contained in just my heart, it is beyond me. It is the longing of all of us to be loved completely, to be absolutely delighted in and for a home that makes us long no more. Perspective allows me to see my desire for my boys to know how delighted they are not just to us, but to HIM as well.

Christmas Pictures

 

 

 

 

Some more of our vacation...and no, for those of you who know my view of animals...the humor was not wasted when my boys decided they loved and wanted that cat.

Christmas Pictures

Now that it is practically Easter, here are some Christmas pictures. We were in San Antonio with my family. Jessica gave the boys these great airplanes from the amazing store she works at in houston. They loved them. My cousin came with his two boys as well. They loved playing with their "cousins."

Nature Museum

Another dreary day. We decided to head out to the nature museum. We had not been there in many months, so I knew the boys would have fun. All morning the boys talked about how excited they were to go. I had to wake up Porter from his morning nap to give us enough time there. We drove in the pouring rain and arrive. It was not crowded at all which was perfect since my boys usually require alot of space. We had been there no less than five minutes when Porter needed a diaper change. We all four go to the bathroom and he has pooped all over his pants and onesie. With Keller, I of course, would have had several extra outfits to chose from, I was lucky to even have a wipe with Porter. I get him cleaned, we go out to the water area, and he throws up....it was not projectile throw up just a bit, in fact I convinced myself it was mere spit-up. There was no way I was going to leave and have to deal with the boys screams of going home. Plus, I was able to hold Porter most of the time so he stayed clear of mouthing objects. The boys discovered the butterfly room- an atrium which is warm, calm and full of butterflies. They LOVED it in there. I tried to explain the warmth was to replicate a tropical forest or jungle. As I was attempting to draw attention to the butterflies, they start screaming that they are jungle men and suddenly (not kidding, at the same time) start singing as loud as they can "welcome to the jungle, we got fun and games, live like an animal...nananananan....I WANNA HEAR YOU SCREAM!!!"

My sister taught them that Guns-n-roses song over Christmas and thought it was hilarious when they would sing it, which of course, only prompted them all the more.

I really could not stop laughing at this point...butterflies just can't compete with Axel Rose.

Picky, Picky

We had a wonderful Christmas vacation. After a week in Texas, we flew back on a friday and left that Saturday to Greenville, SC to see Jeremys brother Andy, his wife Kim and Grandpa and Lulu-who made the long DRIVE from Dallas. Saturday morning, Jeremy's other brother Matt, his wife Babe, and their kids were driving from Greenville back to Ohio where they live. Since we missed them during the visit, we decided to meet at a Chic-fil-a in Gastonio. There we hear the story of their boys Isaac (7 1/2) and Ian (4 1/2) playing with silly puddy and throwing it on a wall in Kim and Andy's house. Now, the thing about Kim and Andy's house is twofold.
1. It is NEW (clean) 2. there are no kids (though this will change this summer:)

So Uncle Andy walks in sees the greasy marks left on the walls from the boys throwing the puddy and...well is not too happy about it. The story told from Kim's viewpoint was even better....I believe there may have been a quote along the lines of "did you WANT to ruin walls????!!!!"

So we all got a good laugh at this. Luckily, I am a seasoned enough parent to NOT think "my kid would never....."

We arrive in Greenville, love their new new clean clean place and get settled in.

Naptime. I tell Keller goodnight, close his door, go downstairs. A couple of hours later, I go upstairs and enter the bathroom my family is sharing. I see a NEW CLEAN soft white bathmat....with a huge brown stain smack dab in the middle. Keller, apparantly, used the potty, wiped with not alot of passion, then sat down on the rug to put his underwear on...leaving a nice reminder of where his butt had been. With the story of Isaac and Ian running through my head, I descend the stairs with shame to tell of yet another kid stain in the house....oh and did I mention they just moved into this house? New paint, new walls, new EVERYTHING...and now will need another new bathmat.

Fastforward to bedtime. Jeremy and I are putting the boys down, Jeremy is singing to them then stops mid-song...

"WHAT IS THAT??? KELLER!!!"
We all look to see the offense.

"IS THAT A BOOGER!!!!"

keller "yes."

Keller in desperation during his nap, could think of no better place for his booger to live than on the new walls at Uncle Andy's house. Jeremy, in desperation to scrape it off, not only removes paint but part of the wall as well.

I was mortified. Keller apologized "I am sorry I put my bugga on de wall uncle andy"
Andy and Kim were counting down the minutes until we left.

The White Boys Christmas Pagent

This is what I overheard this morning:

K "Coleman, let's play the christmas story."
oohhh how sweet, usually they only act out the bible stories that involve some sort of fight
C "I want to be a soldier."
K "There are no soldiers in the Christmas story!"
C "BUT I WANT TO BE A SOLDIER!!!"
K "you CANT!"
C "ok, i'll be a shepherd-soldier-with-an-ax."
hmmm dont recall that character.
K "ok"

This should have been my first clue that this was not going to be the typical Bethleham, birth of our saviour story.

K "I"m King Herod. Come kill me!"
K "Dont REALLY ax me, just pretend ax me!"

They then proceed to alternate between the roles of Herod and the soldier-shepherd-killer-with-an-ax parts. My presence was requested upon each killing, where I would witness "Herod" slayed on the couch with his eyes closed.

I think this version may be somewhere in Luke, but I cant recall....

boys in the hood

When people find out I am the mom of all boys, I usually get a reaction like "Wow,it must be wild in your house," or "Bless your heart," or (the most annoying) "when are you going to try for your girl?" While I would have loved to have the experience of a daughter, I would not trade these boys for anything. I LOVE having three boys. It awes me to think that God knows exactly which children we need, when we need them, and how their role will add to our family dynamic. He also knew that I needed a best friend with all boys as well...thank you Sarah Pay. Since Sarah and I do daily life together, I really only know boys. I have heard about girls sitting and playing and not climbing and wrestling with each other, but those concepts are so not my reality. It is probably good to be so immersed in chaos that you don't realize how chaotic life is. I try to (as Jane says) find joy even in the mess.
So here is a glimpse into my all boy world:



*I am constantly locating various "weapons" for them in the form of swords, daggers, pole ax,spear or a gun.
*I get tied up with the ropes they love to carry around- they must capture me because I am the mean witch
*I also get to play the role of Wendy from Peter Pan, Snow White, or Dorothy...however they seem to prefer me as a witch...hmmmmmm
*there is no such thing as still
*a loud thump and then a crash is fine as long as it is not followed by crying...it is just them jumping off their beds to escape the bad guys. If they are crying at least that means they are breathing, if they are breathing, they are alive.
*it is common place for them both to descend the stairs on their bellies head first since they are army rangers
*anytime we go somewhere new, they are usually already climbing on something before I can tell them to stop
*there is no such thing still
*art projects last 2-3 minutes (unless i am 100% involved) and usually ends up more on them than the paper
*rainy days are just from the devil
*while reading books ALL characters must be defined as good guys or bad guys,mean guys or nice guys or mean-guys-nice-guys (mean in battle, nice in life)...it takes awhile to get through books
*I get questions like "mommy, are you a backhoe?" (from coleman) or "mommy, did you know I'm Blackbeard (the pirate) but I turned nice"
*they think I'm pretty
*there is no such thing as still
*i can appropriately name construction equipment, pirates,knights and an occasional weapon
*conversational speech is 50 decibels above an average voice
*making cookies always ends up with them running off with their new weapons (my spatulas)
*they already think it is funny to talk about farting...seriously!!!

I'll end with a quote from my sister upon hearing that Porter was a boy
"Lindsay, you will have rooms in your house that will smell like microwave popcorn, only it wont be popcorn, it will be boy feet."

The better to hear you with my dear....

Things heard in my household


"moooooooooooooooommmmmy I have POOOP on my haaaaaaaaaaands!"
me: Keller, what happened?
K: Mommy, you would NOT believe it...it was just SO SO big."

"Coleman, you arent a girl, don't flee to the village, fight the giant with me!"
(Keller to C acting out their latest favorite book)

They were watching a 1970's cartoon version of The Lion, Witch and the Wardrobe. (which is great). Here are some of my favorite White boy quotes:

(Coleman)
"Mommy, that's me, the beaver, but not the one holding her boobs" hmmmmm must have missed that scene????

(Keller)
"Mommy, I am SO brave that I would touch the White Witches LIPS!"
"Mommy, I am a mean-guy-nice-guy, I am nice most of the time, but i am mean in battle!"

Colemans response when I ask him to come downstairs
"Hold on, I am tying my leg up!"
He emerges wearing only tighty whities and a belt tied on his leg, which he told me
"Do you know why I am tied up? Because I stepped on the airplane"
Refering to last week when I caught him stepping on this airplane we have, I asked him to stop and no, did NOT tie him up as punishment....he continued to wear the belt on his leg most of the day. No grace for himself.

big brother/little brother

 

 

Dexter and Porter
Bradley and Keller

You can definitely tell which brother belongs to which. I cant believe it has been 4 years since the picture of Bradley and Keller. I remember telling Sarah how it will be crazy that they will be able to have a conversation with each other one day, now it is crazy to think of them having a conversation that does not involve yelling, pirates, costumes, swords or whining....

Rope Swing

 
 
 
 
These pics were taken at the beginning of the fall. We had just completed our "art" which started out as finger painting and ended up as body paint....the boys then tried to both swing at the same time on the rope swing, and had a ball...this was an isolated event. Other attempts at dual swinging have only led to fighting...it was so sweet to watch while it lasted.

Bang Bang Bang...on the door baby

There are not many things I am impulsive about...eating dark chocolate, going to Goodwill, and (unfortunately) giving haircuts. For those who know me well, you also know that attention to detail, is not my strength (ie:painting trim, etc) so my giving haircuts is more due to a financial default than any innate talent within. I cut my boys hair (which if you look closely will not surprise you in the least). Each time I do something different and really take a Jackson Pollock approach to their locks. When it is their turn, they plead (without fail) "MOMMY DON'T CUT MY HEAD OFF!!!!" ...so anyways, tonight I was sitting on the couch w all my four boys watching football (is that stereotypical all boy household or what?) when I decided that i NEEDED a new look at THAT moment...well, who else to fix this but yours truly. So when Coleman asked me to fetch his green gloves (his latest fashion statement) I used this an excuse to head upstairs for a new do...I cut and cut and cut and really should have stopped while i was ahead (no pun intended). When the words "scout finch" popped into my head (if you've seen the movie, you know what i mean), I knew I was the equivalent of the two year old girl who found scissors and voila- bangs. As I am making my descent, I have the thought that perhaps, it's not so bad, and I wont say anything, just see what happens.Immediately Jeremy begins laughing and can not stop. This is from a man who during our first year of courtship, did not notice that i lived in a mint green house. After catching his breath, his first words are "maybe Sarah can fix this." Sarah can fix ALOT of things, but I think even this is beyond her talents....so anyone who sees me in the next three weeks...in order to avoid a short-bang-lesbian look, I will be sporting a headband until my bangs grow to an appropriately length to display....and who dyed my hair black?

Mean Mommy

These are the reasons why my boys think I have been mean today:

*I would not let Coleman use a belt w a metal buckle as a whip
*I would not let Keller use a broken swiffer mop w a serrated metal edge as a spear
*I refused to let them eat Whoppers and Kit Kats for breakfast
*I insisted that they eat their sandwiches before having more goldfish and cinnamon crackers
*I only let them listen to the song "thumbellina thumbellina worlds smallest girl" two times not the continual repeat they requested
* I would not pause from making lunch for them, lunch for Porter(who was screaming), and cookies (all at the same time) to read Keller the complete works of William Shakespeare- a book which he found interesting because of the drawings of the knights
*I would not let them jump on my bed after I made it....AND after we had already had a jumping-on-the-bed session before I made it.
*I put a stop to the transfer of bedding from their room to the playroom. They were both halfway down the stairs with both the fitted sheets and flat sheets and pillows from their beds...heading toward the playroom. (of note: it was 5 min before naps at this point, so you can imagine how excited I was to have to remake both beds)

Can you believe how mean I am? I am certain this morning would have gone much smoother had I let them have their way....there's always tomorrow. Perhaps I'll just prop my feed up, eat bon bons, and respond with " yes, that is great"

Sanctuary

Five years ago, had you been a guest in my house, it would have been very odd to have something lying on the floor, blocking your path from one room to another. Since becoming a parent,it is commonplace. I now think nothing of the fact that I spend most of my day dodging cowboy boots, trucks, magnets, blankies, and other various items as I walk from room to room. Yes, I suppose I could squat, pick them up and kill two birds with one stone (tone buttocks and cleaner floor), however that is really not practical. There is no point in attempting any type of cleaning from the knee level down before naps. I decided to photo a typical path (from the playroom to the boys room) and here is what my feet ran into.

This is why my living room brings me such joy. It is clean (at least from far away) and toys dont live here. My heart does a little leap each time I go up my dirty stairs from my toy induced kitchen to the hurricane boys room and glance to the right...ahhhh clean. untouched. pretty.

A first

This morning I asked Jeremy to put Porter in some clothes. As Jeremy is dressing our 14 week old, this is what he tells me
"This is the first time I have dressed him since he's been born."
We both laugh at this truth as this poor child has spent 90%of his life in just a diaper. I guess I am too practical: he is hot natured, he spits up, and when I swaddle him for sleeping, he only needs a diaper on anyways. I thought once I left camp, I would be motivated to dress him more, but no....plus, being the third child, especially third boy...i am completely over anything blue with a car on it.

we have been playing musical beds in our house since Keller got his tonsils and adenoids taken out a week ago. Nights and naps always find one boy or another in my bed, mine in theirs, and perhaps an adult on the couch trying to get a sacred three hours of sleep in a row. On this particular afternoon, I decided to try Coleman napping in our room, Keller in the room he and Coleman share, and Porter in the crib.
Keller immediately fell asleep, Coleman (who is my best sleeper at present) was not too excited about napping in mommy and daddy's room, but I tried my best to make it seem really fun. About 45 minutes after I put him down, I go to check on him. I open the door, the bedside lamp was turned on and the time on the clock was changed and Coleman was sitting upright in bed, looking suprised that I had inturrupted his wake time. I asked him what he is doing awake, he tells me "I didnt see the number seven (the boys know they cant get out of bed in the morning until they see the number seven). I remind him that he has no idea what a number seven looks like to which he replies "yes, but I did not see the number seven!"
He then begins to fix the pillows to make room for me to sit up with him and tells me we need to have a talk.

"what about, coleman?"
"Mommy, tell me about your day at the park, how is Porter doing?"
"He's good...why arent you sleeping?"
"Because I have a tennis ball" -which actually does appear in his hands from the depths of the covers...."and a football"...again, produces this as well.
At this point I am laughing too hard to even attempt a nap with him, so Porter and I join him.

A storm is coming as I sit in our sunroom of our camp house, the "walled off." This is the saddest day of camp for me. The day when cleaning and leaving are the only tasks to do. Though our house is not in the center of campus, I can sense when the staff have gone...camp is just not camp without them. It is too quiet-not even my boys can make up for the lack of noise. Keller previously wanted to stay here forever, until he realized he'd be stuck with just us. After lunch today, when seeing all the staff leave, he told me he was ready to go to Charlotte.

This has been my favorite summer since we have been coming four years ago. Seeing how much joy Keller and Coleman get from being in this environment brings me such happiness.The sacrifices we make for doing this job are huge, but I gain such perspective here during the summer. Friends- please remind me of this during the rest of the year. God's hand has been evident this summer as I've watched staff understand the gospel and their fixed identity in Christ, seen kids excited about Chapel and what they are learning about God's love for them-in spite of what they do, and in my own life becoming more excited about the ministry that God has called Jeremy and me to. I love being a part of something that so many I am close to love and have been impacted by. What a great God we serve!