Until forever

I woke up today feeling a little bit older.  Last night, my last pet of my childhood passed away. The last reminder of my youth.  He was a lucky old fella to have lived to be 15 years old. He was black as night and he had the head of a lab and the body of a basset hound and white paws spotted like oreo cookies.  I remember the day we got him like it was yesterday. Edwin and I had been dating for nearly a year and his birthday was coming up. He loved to hunt and wanted him a yeller huntin dog. I scanned the classified adds and found one. My mom and brother came with me to get this yeller huntin dog.  We found the yellow hunting dog and while we were there my momma fell in love with this mutt dog. The mutt dog and huntin dog both had the same daddy but different mommas. They were born just a couple days apart. My momma was having baby fever and sad because we were growing up. I was a senior in high school and my little brother was a freshman.  So we scooped this mutt dog up in our arms and brought them both home.  Once we arrived home I called Edwin to come over to my house. I sat him outside under the patio and went inside to get his huntin dog. But instead I brought out this spotted knot headed mutt dog. My sweetheart looked at the dog and he looked at me. You could tell he was trying to be grateful but deep down he was heartbroken that this little pup wasn't possibly going to be a hunting dog. Then I went inside and brought back out this tiny frail yellow lab. These pups were the best of friends for quite a while. We named them Brutus and Andy.

 The day we got Andy & Brutus

    They would chase after and play with our other dog, Chucky. Andy tried to nurse poor Chucky. :)

 Over time the yellow lab, Brutus, got too big to come for visits. He was a beast of a dog. He pulled Edwin down one day when they went for a walk. Andy was quite the opposite. He was as fat as a pot bellied pig. He waddled like a penguin and loved his new buddy Chucky. These 2 were the best of friends. They were like Milo and Otis and stuck together.  Sadly Chucky passed away a little over a year ago and sweet little Andy hasn't been the same. He passed away last night. My mom called my brother and I and we went over there. There was a brisk wind but not too cold. I feel that pets go to heaven and couldn't help but looking up at the black windy night sky and closing my eyes to see Andy, Chucky and Brutus running and playing in the greenest field that was as wide and long as the sea. Hug your pets a little tighter today because you just never know when their time will come. People who don't have this bond with a pet don't understand the void it leaves you. We don't want our pets to suffer but we will miss them greatly.  Until forever sweet friends.. Until forever
                                                   

                                          

To be a mom of boys

When I was a little girl I dreamed of one day being a mom to a boy and a girl. Never in a million years would I imagine that I would be a mom to 3 children, much less all boys! I've always hear that God will give you what you can handle and at times I wonder if He thinks I'm some kind of super woman. I feel frail and beat to a pulp most days. But I love my rowdy 3 and wouldn't trade them for 1 sweet smelling princess loving girl. I would add a precious princess anytime He feels I need one but for now its 4 males and a mom.

I have to find the humor in the fact that I live with all these boys. It's never dull and I get quite informed on a daily basis on weird things like bugs, shapes of turds and dirt.  Just for example. Yesterday Riley was in our backyard and found one of his socks that has been missing. He felt the need to bring it to me. He put it on his tiny 4 year old hand like a puppet and clapped his hands together to watch the dirt poof out. Dirt.. On my floors... Oh well. It's all cleanable. Some mommas would have flipped a switch on this but I've learned to be a little bit mellower when it comes to things like dirt, frog and rocks.  Well, maybe not frogs but you get the picture.

Having 3 boys has wound me up a little bit more in some ways but wound me down in others. I've learned that if the kids get dirt on them, it's OK! Listen momma's, it's OK if your kids get dirt on their hands, face, in their hair, on their clothes, shoes, etc... It's Ok. They will all wash and chances are they will have a blast getting that way. My boys love to play in the dirt pit in the back yard. This is their favorite place to play. They get their sand shovels and dig for gold just about daily. Edward even brought me a rock, I mean gold, in the house the other day. These are memories they are making and dirt isn't a bad thing.

The boys brought me a frog into the kitchen while I was cooking dinner!

Hello It's me!

Hello! It's me! I'm a mom and live with 4 males (as if the title isn't a ring dinger giveaway). I have thought about blogging for 8 years and resisted the urge knowing it would draw me in and take me away from my kids. But my kids are older now and I feel it's time to pour out my heart.  I have so much to say and share! I want this blog to be full of fun and crafts and laughs. As often I feel laughter is the best medicine for my soul. It's what's gotten me through these past 8 years of living with all males. I do enjoy it, don't get me wrong. I love being the "princess" of the house. And let me tell ya, they know it to! I make sure to tell them ;) often. Men and little men are all so very different from the female species. Goodness gracious! I could write a whole day on farts, burps and ninja fights that happen daily in my house. But I will save that for another day. Today I'm introducing you to me! I am ADD, as you may can tell already. I like to bounce around and do a hundred things at once and never complete anything fully. Ok.... I'll be right back, got to load some laundry...


Ok I'm back. I decided while I was starting a load of laundry to go to my sons rooms and check for dirty clothes. This lead to me looking for the missing baseball glove. Which lead to me cleaning their rooms. Which lead to me bringing a cup to the sink. Which lead to me looking at my recipes to decides what's for dinner! OH ME! Does anybody else ever do this? Do you suffer from MKTMB (My kids took my brain) syndrome? Yep, that's me! I just tell everybody it's ADD but really in all honestly, my kids have sucked every last brain cell and now I can't fully complete a task.
Anywhoo, back to me :O) I'm 34 and not a half year older yet. I'm not looking forward to the big 3-5.  It's inching up which means so is 40! But that's ok. 40 is the new 30 so maybe by then I will get my body back to bootylicous and these crows feet will walk away. (Note to those young'uns reading this... crows free is not something with your feet.. it's with your eyes.. Found this out the hard way. I blame it on MKTMB ;)

I am married to the sweetest most loving soul on this earth. Edwin is my rock and my heart and I love him to pieces! He is my snookie doodle and he completes me! He has taught me how to love and loves me unconditionally through all our trials. And the best part is, he gave me 3 beautiful boys. THREE WILD, UNTAIMABLE, BEAUTIFUL BOYS!

Carson is my oldest. He is 8 and in the 3rd grade. He is the reason why we waited so long to have our 2nd. He is 100 % all boy and as wild as they come and he broke me into motherhood full force!  My 2nd, Edward, is 5 years old and is my snuggle bug. He loves to give snuggle buggles and nogga noggas. (Where he squish his face right up close to yours and gives you eskimo kisses). He is definitely the most tender hearted of the 3 and reminds me so much of myself. My 3rd, Riley, is my bonus baby. We got pregnant with him when Edward was just 4 months old! He is 4 years old and the biggest helper of my 3. He loves to help with chores in the house without even being asked but completely acts like a crazy loon when I take him out in public LOL. He defiantly keeps life interesting.

Last summer we added another little special family member. I was having baby fever and bad so we got a miniature golden doodle. Her name is Moo-Mo0! I had no idea what our family was missing out on until we got her. She fills a void in our family that we didn't know was missing. She is the sweetest pet we've ever had. She likes to sit on my lap like a child and perches up on our furniture like a cat. She's a sweet little mess and we love her to piece.

Well, that's about all about me for now. I hope to keep this blog up and post frequently. As for now, I'll blog ya later!
Natasha