{Me thinks Monday...}

JOYS JOYS JOYS what a week honestly Karsen is such a good, good baby. I hope it lasts!! My problems this week are the non listening other three who are pushing every limit there is... granted I don't overly blame them there have been so many fast changes ...
Joys of parenthood right...

We still get the most important things done, and were working together to figure out our actions and consequences its working well.. {sarcasm}

Other then that we are just kind of laying low at home

I did take all FOUR kids to the pool for 4 hours on friday crazy to say the least but they had so much fun and thats what mattered most to me. Tired them right out and they all slept really good.

Really I'm just enjoying watching my kids grow and interact with each other

the moments where there not fighting ha ha

How loving and willing to help with Kars they are so good with him and love him to bits!!

Moments like watching Kolt help teach lauren to ride a two wheeler and pumping up a tire for her...

or Kolt reading to the kids

watching all three figure out how to play a little game without getting mad at each other and sitting there listening and watching while feeding Karsen and thinking how blessed I feel to have these three cute little kids...

Life as we know it right....

Live, Laugh, Love
and Learn...
through our mistakes, our trials and everyday life..
that's what its all about!

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Sleeping K2 in all his cuteness...we just love him!!
Silly three that I love and adore too..

and
Little Lauren sidewalk chalkin it...

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ME Thinks
A couple of kids think
I'm the meanest mom ever
Lets list the reason's why:
I ask that they clean up the toy room/bedrooms
once in awhile
hummm I don't let my kids play outside before 10am so we can get a few things done in the morning like breakfast and baths, prayers and pickup?
oh and I don't let them play on the street where cars drive I prefer they play in the back yard but thats just me I guess...
I want them to come in before 7pm
so we can have stories and dinner and prayers, scriptures you know wind down and clean up....
I sometimes feel like I'm the only mean mom on the street
who has a few guidelines and sometimes it looks like my kids are the
deprived secret garden boy looking longingly out the window at some of the neighbor kids playing till dark
I know its summer but ...still
boundaries ?? routine ?? privacy??
{I know move to the country get a fence some gates and locks oh and some grass I know I know...}
Let's see cause we do chores on Saturday mornings and then we get to play.. some work some play.. That is so mean!!
I'm a mean mom cause I don't let my 3 year old just leave the house anytime he wants and roam the neighborhood or the next door neighbors house anytime he feels like {Although he already does this he just thinks he can anytime he wants..}
I'm mean cause I don't let my kids go where ever they feel like going without telling me where they are...
Oh a classic cause I don't let them eat ice cream for breakfast that is so mean...
I'm sure I could think of a few more but I have to ask
Am I MEAN?
I secretly think they just might be a few other mean mom's out there too...
SO {some of this poem has to do with all grown up kids but it applies...}

To all you Mean Mom's.

Someday when my children are old enough to
understand the logic that motivates a parent, I will
tell them, as my Mean Mom told me: I loved you
enough to ask where you were going, with whom,
and what time you would be home.

I loved you enough to be silent and let you
discover that your new best friend was a creep.

I loved you enough to make you go pay for the
bubble gum you had taken and tell the clerk,
"I stole this yesterday and want to pay for it."

I loved you enough to stand over you for
two hours while you cleaned your room,
a job that should have taken 15 minutes.

I loved you enough to let you see anger,
disappointment, and tears in my eyes.
Children must learn that their parents aren't perfect.

I loved you enough to let you assume the responsibility for your actions even when the
penalties were so harsh they almost broke my heart.

But most of all, I loved you enough . . . to say
NO when I knew you would hate me for it.

Those were the most difficult battles of all. I'm
glad I won them, because in the end you won, too.
And someday when your children are old enough to
understand the logic that motivates parents, you
will tell them.

Was your Mom mean? I know mine was. We had the
meanest mother in the whole world! While other kids
ate candy for breakfast, we had to have cereal,
eggs, and toast. When others had a Pepsi and a
Twinkie for lunch, we had to eat sandwiches. And you
can guess our mother fixed us a dinner that was
different from what other kids had, too.

Mother insisted on knowing where we were at all times.
You'd think we were convicts in a prison. She
had to know who our friends were, and what we were
doing with them. She insisted that if we said we
would be gone for an hour, we would be gone for an
hour or less.

We were ashamed to admit it, but she had the nerve
to break the Child Labor Laws by making us work. We
had to wash the dishes, make the beds, learn to cook,
vacuum the floor, do laundry, empty the trash and
all sorts of cruel jobs. I think she would lie
awake at night thinking of more things for us to do.

She always insisted on us telling the truth, the
whole truth, and nothing but the truth. By the time
we were teenagers, she could read our minds and had
eyes in the back of her head. Then, life was really
tough!

Because of our mother we missed out on lots of
things other kids experienced. None of us have ever
been caught shoplifting, vandalizing other's
property or ever arrested for any crime. It was all
her fault.

Now that we have left home, we are all educated,
honest adults. We are doing our best to be mean
parents just like Mom was.

I think that is what's wrong with the world today.
It just doesn't have enough mean moms!

What do you think??
Have a great week!