Found!

I washed my kitchen rugs while I was mopping and the rugs were actually done before the mopping was so, I just laid them on the couch until I was ready to put them in their place. The next thing I know Rusty is reading a story to Lacey all covered up in the bed of rugs!!! So I had to snap a picture.
They don't always show their love to one another so it is so good to catch them once in a while! Guess the rugs were still warm. :)

Crash and Burn!

Yes, it happened! Rusty was riding his 4-wheeler to Grandma Debbie's and half way there Kirby parked his wheeler and made him ride the rest of the way with him. So he was acting like stunt man a little to much for Kirby to handle.
After a good visit with Grandma, Kirby and the boys each hopped on their 4-wheelers with instuctions from dad to go slow, and headed for home. I was driving a little ways behind them in the Aspen. As I came around the bend I was wishing I was dreaming. It was one of those sights that you hope you never see as a mom. You know Rusty laying on the road, Kirby hovering over him and the 4-wheeler in the borrow pit!
I jumped out so scared I couldn't even talk. Kirby quickly reassured me he was okay and proceeded to pull the wheeler off it's top. Luckily uncle Joe drove by just in time to help us get the 4-wheeler home, so I could drive Rusty the rest of the way.
Rusty was very upset and scared. He says he is never ridding his 4-wheeler again!
I'm not sure that's a bad thing.
I am just so glad he was wearing a helmet. I am glad Kirby is persistent about wearing one.
So all is well,thankfully. And he came out with a little road rash on his side. Rusty was very willing to show off his war wound so he could be blogged. :)
Kirby said this morning, "Rusty's first crash, but you know it won't be his last!"
I wasn't ready to hear that!!!!! The joys of having boys!!! :)

I am blessed!

"How do you think of your children? On any given day, would you say your children are a blessing or a burden? Here is a challenge to you … How are you?” … “How is the baby?” … “How are your kids?” … We all hear these questions every day. Do you know a mom who always answers something like this: “Well, I haven’t killed my 2-year-old yet, so I guess that’s good.” Or, “I’m just exhausted,” or, “Things are absolutely crazy – I am so stressed out! ”Maybe that frazzled, haggard, bewildered mommy is someone you know. Maybe it’s you! I know I’ve been there. Here is my question to you today… are we bearing our blessings as burdens? Those babies that we dreamt of and prayed for, that we had so much fun choosing names for, that we counted the days to meet… are they burdens to us now? Those homes that we were ecstatic to move into… are they burdens now? That husband that we couldn’t live without, that we picked out the wedding dress for, that we cried and ached and waited by the phone for… is he a burden now? That job you needed, you wanted and prayed for, that provides food and clothing for your family… is it a burden now?Sometimes it seems to me like a mantle we as moms must carry. We must be tired, we must be stressed out; we must be hurried and frazzled, we must be lucky just to make it through the day. Are we bearing our blessings as burdens? Are we tired? Absolutely. As moms, we know about the 2 a.m. feedings, the nightmares, the wet beds, the midnight curfews. Do things get a little stressful between PTA meetings, dance class, the T-ball game, and dinner on the table at 6? Sure they do. Are husbands always a joy when they get home from work? No way. Is scrubbing the potty, doing the laundry, and cleaning the high chair tray the greatest thrill we’ve ever known? Of course not. So how do we look past the burdens and see the blessings of our families and our homes? Do you know any women who would give anything to have a baby to nurse at 2 a.m.? Anyone who would love to have those clothes we are sick of washing, or that house we just can’t keep clean. Do you know any women whose husbands aren’t coming home? I challenge you to joy, to smile, to persevere. I challenge you to bear your burdens as blessings and watch as they multiply. And the next time someone asks you how you are, throw off that identity of stressed out, frazzled mommy, find your smile and answer, “I am blessed!”