Tonight I was sitting here on Landry's bed checking e-mail. Landry was sitting with me fixing her babies and chi-chattin'. Actually, she was talking my ears off. Honestly. She went into a long, dramatic story telling me not to lay near the edge of her bed with the "pupooter" (computer) because I might fall off and me and the computer would die. And, she said she would have to tell the boys that Mama died and then she would have to get their milk for them but how would she do that since she can't reach it? Then she tells me how her Daddy is on a long trip in "Frog" (Prague) and he had to ride on an airplane for a long time. I just agree and nod to most of what she is saying because I am reading e-mails and she honestly isn't hardly taking a breath between sentences. So then she goes over and opens her blinds and is looking out into the backyard. I hear,"Ho-wy cap! Ho-wy cap! Wook!" I was trying to process that she was saying "holy crap" as I look out the window. There was Mr. Fox standing by the yellow slide. Once he heard us he ran into the woods. (Mr. Fox is the name of the fox that we see in our yard all the time. I was so glad when Corey finally saw him last year because I had been seeing him for a few years and he really thought I was seeing a cat and exaggerating its size.) I asked Landry what she was saying when she saw Mr. Fox. She said, "I said Ho-wy cap Mama." I later said, "Landry, I love you." She said, "I am not playing that game with you. I am not playing that game telling you how much I love you. I just love you too." Enough said.
I am a mom to three. A wife to the one and only. A sister to two. I am a daughter. I am a friend. Most importantly, I am a Christian. I am a girl that doesn't believe in schedules, yet I am girl that loves lists and organization. I am a girl who strives to pray more, study the Bible more, be a good Mama and good wife. I am the person that everyone thinks is laid-back despite that fact that I am not. I am a girl that listens to sports radio. I am a girl that finds Terry Bradshaw hilarious. I am also a girl that has Will Smith on her ipod. Seriously. Maybe I shouldn't have admitted that. I love fall, jeans, cute shoes and Chick-Fil-A. I am a girl that wants to have happy and healthy children that know about Jesus and see Jesus in me each day. Mix that in with a good, Christian marriage and what else can you ask for?
This boy loves skunks, writing, blueberry muffins, taco pizza, a fierce game of hide-n-seek, and a great story. He has broken the world record for the number of times a person can ask "how do you spell..." in one day. He is a great big brother to Landry. He butts heads with his lil' brother Cannon and has been known to complain from time to time. He is brutally honest and calls things like he sees them (which is refreshing at times). He is handsome and tender-hearted. He has a short list of who he shares his affection with. I am thankful to be on the list. He is my sunshine.
Cannon
age 5
He loves lions, the color green, bananas, popsicles, sports, anything dangerous, and being funny. He is the kid that manages to look dirty by the time he takes his towel off from getting a bath. He is passionate. He can be hugging you and in a split second be having a complete meltdown over his shoes not going on as easily as he thinks they should. He is confident, strong, and handsome. He doesn't like anything that is "girl stuff." He can tell you about any ACC team and their mascot. He also holds a world record for asking "who is winning"the most times while a ballgame is on. He is cuddly and sweet. He is my chocolate cake.
Landry
age 4
She loves changing her clothes, wearing her "fast shoes", eating apples, and brushing her teeth. She loves pigs, pink and baby dolls. She really loves boy stuff just as much as her babies. She is sweet and loving. She also can be a little bull-headed. She likes to go places and see people. She is smart and fast. She is pretty and charming. She has a cute sense of humor to go along with her stubbornness. She is just what I needed. She is my twinkle.
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