Mommy, are you mad at me?

Laine has taken to asking if I am mad at him.  He does it because his mom is struggling to keep the happy face in place.

I hope you have a vision of the perfect moment in your mind.  Not so you can be frustrated, but so you have something to strive for.  One of the reasons I read blogs like Soule Mama is because she helps me remember that sometimes you just have to talk yourself into living above your current level of stress.  I am pretty sure sometimes she has five unfolded loads of laundry waiting to be dealt with, but she still lets her kids put up their own Christmas trees.

I believe in the power of words.  I believe that you can speak positively or negatively into the lives around you, and I also believe you can do the same for your own life.  So, sometimes I show our best moments around here to show how I want to be.  How I want to treat my children. So that when it has been raining for two days straight and my kids have taken to bashing into the walls and pulverizing chalk on the porch, and mommy's face is fussy; I can take a deep breath and remember that I want to play with my kids.  I want to see the joy on their faces when they see their chalk foot prints on the floor.  I want to BE with them.  That is why I do what I do.

My agenda can be forsaken for another day.  The stupid clothes are at least CLEAN.

The truth is, I about mailed Laine somewhere today.  He was wild.

Still, he made me laugh so hard I almost (victory) peed my pants.

Laine (being held up in the air by Luke): Put me down you merr-rohn.
Andrea: *snort* Honey, we really can't say merr-rohn.
Luke: How 'bout I tickle you, merr-rohn!

For all of you who just became horrified, it is a quote from Toy Story 2.  Maybe we should put that one up for a while.

Let's just say, it was a tough day to be a princess.