Once upon a time a young lady asked God for Prince Charming and He gave her one named Lowell. Happily married, they asked God for a nice house . . . and He gave them a single-wide trailer. They asked God for wealth . . . and He handed Mr. Prince Charming a hammer. Growing up a bit, they decided to ask God for more virtuous things. So they asked for patience . . . and God gave them five children!
I was asking for patience yet again the other day when I had cookies in the oven with the timer on the verge of beeping, the baby laying on the changing table with a dirty diaper that had leaked all the way down to his ankles . . . and the phone rang.
Lowell was probably wishing for a bucketful of patience when he came down the basement stairway carrying the baby and nearly fell all over the balls, bats, and toys strewn across the basement floor. Turning around, he saw that the children had unintentionally ripped open my 25lb bag of wheat berries and they were adding to the mess on the floor.
Only a couple days later, I’m sure he was scrounging around looking for that evasive bucket of patience when he was watching the children while I took Derek to school. While talking to customers on the phone, the baby started wailing at the top of his lungs. At the same time, Logan came downstairs bawling because nobody would help him make a tinkertoy car. Then in comes Megan showing off her little car when all of a sudden it gets crashed into and scatters in pieces . . . and so she begins to wail. What probably irritated him the most was that by the time I came home all was serene and calm with the baby sleeping and the children playing quietly and Daddy looking rather worn out. And shame on me, but all I could do was laugh!
We really are quite alright here . . . well at least physically. Mentally is another question altogether. Spring is here and the weather has turned beautiful! This past week we planted our early vegetables with a little plot of the garden for the children to plant whatever they want in it. We’ve got in some peas, onions, carrots, radishes, lettuce, beets, and sugar peas. We will be having a garden down in the valley at Charles’ house where we will put in the later vegetables.
Lowell is beginning to get more work recently. So we are hoping it is going to be the start of a good summer! School for Derek is out in four weeks. Terrel’s schooling here at home is pretty much officially done. Not for any fault on his part, but Mama just can’t stay focused when there are birds singing, trees blooming, flowers beckoning, and a garden calling her name. Maybe I’m ADD…..anyway, we have decided that for the rest of Terrel’s first-grade year he will get a prize for every 10 books he reads. He has been doing so well and has read 30 books now and in return has a new magnifying glass, a pad of tracing paper, and a “really cool” car to add to his stash.
Megan is enjoying being the second mama to our little Wyatt. She is a little gentler than her brothers and talks a little quieter so she is a good one to babysit him for me when all he wants is someone to talk to. Logan is still the little mischievous squirt that he has always been. Before I know it, Wyatt will be following him on his every adventure . . . and I will have to pick up speed once again. I’ve decided that with each subsequent baby, I have to go at a little higher rpm than I was at previously. Keeps us young . . . .
As for Wyatt, he is now 3 months old and being loved by all! He is heavy – 16 pounds (just ask my arms) and can now put himself to sleep in his crib by sucking his two middle fingers. He is our dimply dumplin’ and we are enjoying him so much.
Well that’s the latest in our lives. Love you all!