So...I may have a lack of the P word. I pray about it daily...and then when it doesn't come fast enough, I want to just have it.

The P word has eluded me my whole life. For instance...let me introduce you to me at age 6. While waiting to go to the pool, my Mom said, I have to change and then cut your bangs and then we will go. Seeing as I wanted to get to the pool ASAP, I got the scissors out and did what I refer to as the count it cut. I started at my scalp and counted as I slid my fingers down my bangs and trimmed when I got to 3. I did that all the way across. This picture is about a month after I cut them. You can see the attention to detail.

I can still remember standing over the trash can, scissors in hand, counting and cutting away. It is only today that I realize, a mirror might have been a valuable piece of equipment. However, after the counting cut, my mother emerged from her room only to see her daughter with these bangs. Suffice it to say, I had to wear a hat to the pool that day...and for many days after that. A lack of the P word led me to many other accidents, injuries, and frustrations throughout my childhood.

As an adult, I wish I could say those prayers for the P word had led me to a more relaxed, peaceful existence...but that would be a lie. Let me give you an example. One month ago, we had an 80 degree day. It was on that day that I decided I wanted to put up my poo. (I have a 12' blow up pool, that I refer to as a poo because it's not really a nice inground or even above ground pool. It is a lovely wonderful 12' blow up oasis that I spend a lot of time in...that then folds up in a jif for the winter.) Anyway...so, I tell RDaddy I would like to put up the poo today. He said, sure, after the boys take a nap we will get out there and set it up. So, for 5 minutes after that conversation I waited for the boys to wake up...then decided I wanted it right that minute. I went and dragged the poo out of the garage, laid it out in a new spot, aired up the top ring, and started filling it up. Much to my chagrin, 5 hours later the pool was 3/4 full and taking on the shape of an oval instead of a circle. So, by this point, I figure I've spent $60 in water...and 5 hours of my time. RDaddy comes out of the house and just looks at me...then the pool...then back at me..then laughed.

All I had to do was wait an hour for RDaddy to help me. Instead...I wanted to do it right then. Not to mention, it has been one month since I filled it up and it has not been warm enough to swim, yet. So, we had to let ALL the water out, move the pool to a more even location, and fill it up again. So, I have spent another $60 in water, a month's worth of chlorine that I haven't even swam in, and two days of time.

PATIENCE...I NEED YOU NOW!

This week I am thankful that is BASEBALL SEASON!! As a kid, I loved softball…and I still do. I think it's something about that team experience that I have always really liked. I love sports and baseball certainly ranks high on my fav sports list! Now that I'm a Mom, it seems even more exciting to watch my sons play. Tonight is opening night for our Jr. Ball League and I couldn’t be more excited! This is my favorite pic from last year.

Chance is finally old enough to be on a team too! I can't wait to watch both of them this year!

One of our favorite activities over the summer is seeing our local minor league team in action! I can’t wait to take the boys to more Southern Illinois Miners games this year! Here’s a pic from one of our many trips last year.





Also, as part of our Miner’s excursions…the boys feel the need to take a pic with every single mascot…every single time. So, here are a few of those….






So, here’s to summer and baseball!

So, I've decided to start a Thankful Thursday spot on my blog. So, for my first Thankful Thursday, I select my Momma.

"A mother is the truest friend we have, when trials, heavy and sudden, fall upon us; when adversity takes the place of prosperity; when friends who rejoice with us in our sunshine, desert us when troubles thicken around us, still will she cling to us, and endeavor by her kind precepts and counsels to dissipate the clouds of darkness, and cause peace to return to our hearts." - Washington Irving




Kathy Lively is my rock.
She is kind and caring...she is witty and wise.
She is tough when I don't even know I need her to be...she is gentle when I have been tough enough on myself.
She taught me to value myself...she taught me to value everyone else.
She showed me how to be assertive....she still worries about me when I get a cold.
Her love is unchanging and steady...even when I make mistakes.
She taught me to learn from those mistakes...not to let the lesson pass me by.
She showed me how to lead...she taught me it's ok to follow sometimes.
She shows me to love God through my actions...not just through my prayers.
She taught me it's ok to let it go...she taught me to keep fighting for it.
She taught me to be my best...she taught me to love me for who I am.
She gives me advice when I need it...she just listens when I don't.
She is my number one cheerleader at everything I do...she is there when I win...and when I don't.
She taught me to work harder...she taught me to enjoy my life.
She taught me to cook...she encourages me to keep trying to cook.
She taught me it's okay not to be everything to everybody....she taught me to be the everything to the people that need me to be.
She tells me when I'm right and backs me up...she tells me when I'm wrong...and backs me up.
She taught me to laugh through the tough stuff...she taught me to cope.
She teaches me to be humble...she teaches me to dig deep for my best.
She pushes me to be my best me...she helps me up when I'm not.
She makes me feel like I am the most important thing in that second...she doesn't know she is important to so many people...in so many seconds.
She taught me how to be a lady...she taught me how to play sports.
She taught me that life isn't always easy...she taught me that the downs are as important as the ups.
She taught me how to drive...she still hits the brake in the passenger seat when I do.
She taught me to be proud to be a woman...she taught me to be a good wife.
She taught me how to put on makeup...she tells me I'm pretty without it.
She taught me to be accepting of others...she taught me to love.
She shows me every single day...what I want to be.
She taught me how to be a Mom...and I hope against hope...that I can someday be to mine...what she is to me.




Happy Mother's Day Mom. I love you so much, for everything you are..and everything you do. God gave me you...and for that, I will always be eternally grateful. I hope your Mother's Day is as wonderful as you are...

Let me introduce you to the "legendary" entourage. Being a Mom to boys is awesome. My life is filled with dirt, sports, and love. I can't really think about how it could be any more awesome. So...in order of birth...put your hands together for THE ENTOURAGE!!!!

Playing forward...he's smart...he's tall...he's beefy...he's an intuitive kindergartner....Mr. Gavin!!!!!

Gavin is a my type A child. He isn't a fan of change...and likes everything to always stay the way it is "supposed to be." I am going to brag for a second...sorry...it's the Momma in me...he is super smart...but he is also the most sensitive child I've ever met. Whether it is crying over a fish with a hook...or trying to answer the oil spill or helping the people in Haiti, he's on it. How such a little person can take on so much, is amazing to me...and sometimes scary. He could quite possibly be a future President. He loves sports and never loses the energy to stay moving from morning to night.

Next up, playing post....is Chance!! More commonly referred to as Chancie or Chancie Mo Mancie. He may be skinny...but there's a lot of personality in that little package! Please, put your hands together for Chancie mo Mancie the Candy Man!!

He is my smart, free spirited, hilarious little man. He refers to himself as the Candy Man. Before his eyes open in the morning, he asks..."can I have some canny?" Chancie is very affectionate and never lets a moment go by without telling you how much he loves you and how much you mean to his world. The humanity of his soul, blows my mind every day. If we could all take a lesson from him and tell people how we feel about them, the world would be a kinder place.

I am pretty sure that I am the luckiest lady in the entire world. These boys keep me on my toes, challenge my mind and soul to always be better, and literally make me love harder than I ever knew possible.

For a long time, these were the only main men in my life. I wouldn't change those times for anything. I am a better person and human being for getting to know and love them. My Mario and Luigi are the best things in life!

As I start a new week, it's nice to think about how they change my world every single day.