This is a poem I got from Turner with his adorable picture on it from his preschool this week. What a great reminder what I'm really here for!!!!
A Mother's Mission
A mother's job is special
And carries strong demands.
With the molding of
the little life
God places in her hands.
Though her life may not
be glamorous.
The world will see her worth.
For 'tis true "The hands
that rock the cradle
Are the hands that rule the earth."
To bring her children up
in Christ.
Indeed is very much,
For the year will show
her value
By the lives, their lives,
will touch.
Saturday, May 9, 2009
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
and a side of fries with that please.....
Ok so I was making tacos the other night and browning the beef in a skillet...Well, along comes Turner and says "mommy, can I help you cook?" so I say hesitantly..."well, what do you want to help me do?" so to appease him I gave him a piece of a tomato with a plastic knife and he went to town, shortly thereafter he came up next to me at the stove and pushed a chair next to me and says ...
"Mommy, is that chicken?"
slight chuckle " no, honey, that's not chicken"
"Well, is it ROAST BEAST?"
I died laughing, nearly fell on the floor and had to pick myself up and run back to the bedroom to tell Johnny! It was so funny!!!!so we had a lesson on Roast Beast and Ground Beef and all other sorts of meats!!!!So funny!!!!
"Mommy, is that chicken?"
slight chuckle " no, honey, that's not chicken"
"Well, is it ROAST BEAST?"
I died laughing, nearly fell on the floor and had to pick myself up and run back to the bedroom to tell Johnny! It was so funny!!!!so we had a lesson on Roast Beast and Ground Beef and all other sorts of meats!!!!So funny!!!!
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