Ali and Madeline

This is Ali, our neighbor whom Madeline loves. They have been friends since Madeline was 9 months old and Ali was 2. So sweet. And if you look closely at Madeline, you will see the necklace she is wearing. It was a present from Daddy when he returned from Brazil.

A Day at the Life Science Museum

Thank you GG for our membership to the Life Science Museum. We have had SO much fun going every couple weeks. Last time we went we got to see the bears up close with our friends the Windleys. It was awesome. Almost as entertaining as watching Madeline and Jackson walk ahead of us holding hands. . .

Bobo's Got a Pool

Yes, we bought our beloved pooch his very own pool. How could we resist? Watching him run like mad in circles, attempting to attack the water that splashes all around him is hilarious.

Batman's in da house

Maddie and Ry LOVE playing make believe together. Ry is usually the superhero (mostly batman) and Madeline is usually a princess or super girl or bat girl. It is hilarious to listen to. They are so funny and creative. Madeline is the director and Ry literally says whatever she tells him to say. . .because as the director, Madeline also writes the script.

Ry LOVES that he and Daddy have the same shirt. If it was his choice, Ry would wear this shirt everyday and Daddy would too. It cracks me up that Matt and Ry have so many matching t-shirts. When we first had children, Matt informed me that he would NEVER wear matching clothes. Never say never. . .

Lake Day

Yesterday we had a fabulous time at Jordan Lake with friends from church. My friend Roxann took these great pictures of the kids on the boat.

Trusting the Lord

Numerous people have asked me if I was nervous when Matt was in Brazil, especially after the leader of the trip was mugged and knocked out by a machete. Truly, I was not. I really trusted that the Lord was watching over the trip and that His will would be done. However, I horribly fail to trust in the Lord in the small annoyances of life. Our fire detectors are not working properly. Randomly, they go off (not just the chirp, the full siren). While it's annoying during the day, it's horrifying to wake to at night. I have found no peace today, as I have attempted to fix this problem. My mind is consumed by it and my day has revolved around it. In the grand scheme of things, this is so silly. Worst case scenario, we live through this for a couple more days and pay an electrician to fix the problem. Why don't I lay these things at the feet of Jesus and trust that He knows. Big or small, He knows. Did I miss opportunity today to glorify Him because I was preoccupied by the cylinders on my ceiling???

Laundry Basket sledding, drywall and heads

Of course when Matt travels, things seem to happen. Hours before he left, we awoke to Bobo retching. Then last night, our fire detectors went haywire, going off three times in the middle of the night, waking us all up. Thankfully, a 2:30 am to the Hampton Inn in Wilmington was answered, and Matt directed me to the fuse box, where I thought we had disabled the smoke detectors. Not. . .

Anyway, back to yesterday and Bobo. After cleaning the crate, I took Bobo straight upstairs for a bath, as he stunk (and that's putting it mildly). Because baths are not his favorite activity, I close the door to the bathroom so he cannot escape. Mid bath, I hear Ry cry, and it's a bad one. I beckon him into the bathroom, kiss his hurting head, cuddle him, and finish up with Bobo. Then, I make my way into the hallway. Immediately, I notice that the blue laundry basket has made its way to our stairwell landing. And then I see it. . .the hole. The nice round hole that is a perfect resemblance of the crown of Ryan's head. And there we have it, our first drywall indention.

I'm not angry or upset with the boy. I'm sure he thought it would be fun, and I probably would have thought the same thing at his age (well, not really). Oh. . .the joy of mothering boys. There is never a dull moment, and I love it. . .especially since Matt is the drywall repairer in our home. Thanks, honey!