"not my child" (Tuesday/Wes Edition)

instead of tellin' on myself this monday tuesday, i thought i'd throw one of my kids under the bus. (so to speak)

my little, precious, baby boy did not do the following...

•grab the steak knife at the restaurant, whereby causing his mother to react and grab it out of his hands. he did not clinch said knife tighter, causing his mother's hand to slide up the knife. and, consequently, his mother did not have to contemplate stitches.

•go four consecutive days potty training, with no accidents, only to meet his mother at the top of the stairs, with two fists full of poopy. he did not say, "mommy, my poopy!" he is way too into this potty stuff to do such an silly, silly thing.

•eat four hot dogs at the grill-out on friday. he's two! what two-year-old can down four hot dogs? better question: what parents would let him? geez.

and, lastly, it is not my child starring in this mini-storyboard...

hmmm...


cool.
uhhh...

where's this lil' dude goin'?

ok. puttin' a stop to this, before he makes a play for my fla-vor-ice.

yuck. what? what? you think i ate him, don'tcha? don'tcha?

well, maybe i did. and, maybe i didn't.

please don't let there be an awkward silence.

hi! how's it goin'? (insert crickets chirping here)

Okay, I'm just gonna make this easier for all involved, and not even acknowledge the fact that I have not blogged in a short lifetime. Everybody okay with that? I really think it's for the best. Ok? And since I am dictator gentle ruler of comer5 world, what i say...goes. Love, Love.

Now, it's not that I haven't had dozens of passing thoughts and observations, tumblin' 'round in this here head, that I wanted to preserve. It's just that it's summertime, and the livin' is easy. See, when you call the frozen tundra your home, and May rolls around, it makes you want to pitch-a-tint in the backyard and not come in 'til the first frost. (Or until you are nearly pelted to death by softball-sized hail.)

I have missed postin' for Father's Day, Will's b-day, Maddie's b-day, and every fun, cottin-pickin' thing we've done all summer long. Oh, well. I'll just have to do a massive end of the season pic post. Wait. What am I so worried about? It's not like I blog for anyone other than my family, and who really cares what they think? :)

So, I'm gonna keep this short. I just wanted to post somethin', quick and painless. You know. To get me back in the saddle. (so to speak). Here is a pic that I took durin' a meeting for church. We are currently involved in planting a church here in the Fishers area, and this was takin' during a meeting we were having. And, while i was reading Chapter 4 because of the church reference, when I was uploading pics earlier, I was really stuck on verse 1 &2.

Am I living a life worthy of the calling I have received? Hmmm. I don't even know where to start with this one.

So, I guess that brings me to verse 2. Am I really, "completely humble and gentle; patient, bearing with one another in love?" Uhhh, if by gentle you mean, carrying a wooden spoon around in my purse, then, "Yes, I am." Feel free to call the law on me for that one. I dare ya'. (just let me know beforehand, so I can have a little bag packed.:0)

Summer. it's really a love/hate relationship for me and summer. Love the freedom/ hate that there is no schedule. Love the weather/ hate the mosquitos. Love my kids bein' home/ hate that it can, at times, make me want to poke my eyes out with one of the mechanical pencils I've already purchased for back 2 school. what? you never know when the school might call, and need them back a.s.a.p. :) So, that's what this post is for. It is to make me re-group. Open my eyes, and realize that there will only be so many summers with my kids.

There will only be so many...
concerts in the park, jaunts to the pool, play groups with friends, weeks at Camp Indy, parties to slumber, family bike-rides, grill-outs on Saturday nights, screams on roller coasters, cruises on the boat, runs through the sprinkler, jumps on the trampoline, trips to the State Fair, buckets of homemade ice cream, nights at the baseball field, and so-on. There. will. only. be. so. many. And, that, my friends, is humbling.

So, here's to bearing with one another in love. Happy Summer!


p.s. Did you notice the occasional capital letter? Well, what do you know? You can teach an old dog new tricks.