The blessings of having a 4 year old

Dolly had hiccups this morning and Noahkeem came into her room as I was dressing her and asked, "Ma does Dolly have hiccups?" And I said, "Yes." Later on today Noahkeem had the hiccups and he turned to me and said me, "Mommy, I think I caught Dolly's hiccups". I couldn't help but smile!

My Rival is back!

How could I forget to make my special announcement? My mother came down for Rocco& and Noahkeem's party last month and she brought me someone very special. A brand New servant. She's big and white and pretty much huge and oblong. Some one that would change my life forever. SHE BROUGHT ME A RIVAL CROCK POT! It felt like Christmas all over again. So far I have only made Chili in it. I'm bar-b-que Queen so, I have been grilling alot this summer. But my girl is large enough to feed my crew plus some stragglers. I'm determined not to get enslaved to just making soup, stews, and chili in it so, this weekend I'm going to scour recipe world and find out whats new and yummy for the crock pot that doesn't need to be eaten with a spoon. Well I'm off to plunge into the weekend. We have 1 t-ball game, 1 birthday party, church, and a live performance of Willy Wonka to enjoy. (Not to mention all the bumps and hiccups waiting to happen with a family of 6). ttfn. (ta ta for now).

What matters the most.

My world has been its usual busy self since my last blog. Parties are over until Cookie turns 9 in 19 more days. Which of course means we need to get invites out now! I have found myself swatting at the flylady more than flying with her. I'm behind on 1 special sewing project and a scrap booking project to boot. One of my goals for the summer is to have Dolly potty trained by the end of August and that is an interesting story in itself. One thing that has been consistent in my crazy life is that my little Noahkeem- who lately I have been calling "Noe" (pronounced No-eee), gives me so many hugs during the day. He either sees I need one or he just wants to give me one. No matter how busy I am, I never, ever, ever, pass up his huggies. Each time he hugs me, the busyness of that moment freezes around me and nothing else matters in the world except for the love I feel for this little boy. And as I close this day, and see the vision of Noe hugging me in the kitchen, all I can hear in my head is "you matter to God". Even though Noe didn't say it, that is what I hear, "you matter to God, and you matter to me". Tonight, I pray that you would have the strength to love the unlovable and find the courage to forgive the unforgivable and to realize that in all the chaos that surrounds us, you matter to God. You matter to God! Love hard, Hug often.