Reflections on Jaden’s 8th Birthday Party

Today is Jaden’s 8th birthday. I became a mother for the first time 8 years and 12 hours ago, photo1   almost exactly. Where on earth did the time go and how on earth do I have FOUR more children already!?!?

We like to celebrate birthdays big in my family … my mother coined the term “birthday week.” So last night, we had a bunch of Jaden’s friends over to my parent’s house for an outdoor movie. The party didn’t start until 7 p.m. which is quite late for a bunch of 7-8 year-olds. I had thought we’d be able to start the movie around 8 and then kids would be picked up by 9:30. Not so much … turns out the sun sets at 8:30 ish and it’s not even really dark enough to show a movie outside until almost 9 p.m. Sure wish I would have known that before 7:30 p.m. on the night of the party. Needless to say, I had a lot of stalling time with 15 kids running wild. Annnnd one might say I didn’t do the best job planning either. That doesn’t change the fact, that I was highly unprepared to entertain my own children, let alone the 15 that were dropped off at the front door.

We played Red Light, Green Light. We played ghost in the graveyard, which apparently is called fox in the cornfield when played in daylight. We played pick up the broken pieces of balloons in the grass. We sang happy birthday and eat Minecraft rice crispy bar cake (because it’s photo2something that I can make Jaden-friendly because of his food allergies). I was running out of stalling activities and the sun was still very clearly still in the sky. I texted my sister, who was upstairs, and asked for HELP!!! ok it was a mayday signal. I was in over my head, and I had no idea how on earth to control the situation. Just because you are a mother, does NOT mean you have the gift of controlling mobs of little people called children. I was in over my head and sinking fast.

My sister and brother came outside and asked me what was next – presents, another game, start the movie? They were there to help. I was a deer in headlights and didn’t know what to do. At first they thought maybe I was just being flighty Mel – the one that can’t really focus enough to make a decision. Then, they saw my face and realized that I really didn’t know what to do … they jumped in to help. It was decided that it was time to open presents, then we would start the movie inside and move outside when it was dark enough. THANK YOU!

The rest of the night turned out great. My sister continued to give me pointers on what to do next. When they had all been picked up, I was feeling both like a failure and that I accomplished a miracle, But most of all, I had such a profound appreciation for teachers. They actually choose to do this on a daily basis and most of them actually like it. Saints I tell ya.

Being able to control small mobs of children is not easy – it’s a god-given gift, one that I do not have. There are many talents God did give me, just not this one. It’s also evidence that just because you have lots of children, does not mean you are a good with children. I love my kids to the moon and back, but for the most part, I have no clue what I am doing. I relay on books, parenting groups, prayer and advise from other moms on how to mother. It does not come easily for me, but it’s something I’ve always wanted to be. I find that I’ve got the loving and playing with my children down pat, but not the disciple or getting them to do what they are supposed to do thing down.

I continue learn a lot from my sister in that department. She has the god-given talent of being in control of young people. She is able to captivate their attention and get them to quiet down so they can listen. She shows strength and discpline. She is my role model when trying to be a better mother. Ironic because she isn’t a mother herself (yet). But lordy has she taught me lots and shown me how to be a better leader in my own homes. (Side note: my own mom teaches me a heck of a lot in this department as well!) 

Lessons I learned on Jaden’s 8th birthday:

  1. 8 years goes by really super fast
  2. Jaden is my favorite 8 year-old on this planet!
  3. I have little to no experience (or talent) in being in control of 15 people under 4 feet tall
  4. It doesn’t get dark enough outside for a movie until 9 p.m. and the time between 7 p.m. and 9 p.m. can seem like an eternity
  5. When having a “build your own trail mix” bar – kids really interpret that as a “fill my bowl with candy and skip the cereal” bar
  6. Having lots of children does not mean you are good at being in charge of lots of them
  7. Mobs of children can be intimidating
  8. My sister is an amazing teacher
  9. My 8 year old, Jaden, is an incredible little man
  10. I would miserably fail at being a teacher

I have now delegated the motherly task of planning my children’s birthday parties to my sister. She will be in charge going forward. It’s for everyone’s best interest … 

Love, Mel

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Not what I wanted to write about …

I sat down tonight to write about something happy and funny – anything happy and funny really. And the only words I hear are “I just want to be loved. I just want someone to love me.” I don’t want to write about this part of me – it sounds pathetic and wrongly focused. I am loved. My family loves me to the moon and back. My children love me. Jesus loves me most of all. He IS the man in my life ;)

But there is still something missing – that partner piece. That person who is as invested in life, children and home as I am. Someone to share with – to navigate life together. I remember a conversation I had with my dad … he travels all around the world. He’s been to so many exotic places. When I told him how cool it must be to have seen more of the world than most people ever have the opportunity to see, he answered quickly and without hesitation, “the places are amazing, but they aren’t anything if you don’t have anyone to share them with. All of you are at home, it’s hard to really appreciate a place when you don’t have your family to share it with.” I suppose that’s sort of how I’m feeling these days.

My parents, sister and brother are my “go-to” peeps these days. They are the ones that I call when I need to vent, or when I have something to celebrate. They are my problem solvers, parenting advisers, toilet plunging backup. They are my better half. But there is this small gap … this is my life, my house, my children. This is my nest that I’m rebuilding and ultimately, these are my choices. They can share their input and they can share in the experiences, but they each have their own lives too. I’m steering this boat all on my own. The responsibility lays solely on my shoulders. What am I going to make of myself?

But this stuff is heavy, messy and not really inspiring. I feel like I’m having a huge wimpy cry fest. It reveals a lot of my “unhealed” parts. I want to be ok. I want to kick these divorce blues in the butt! I want to come out on the other end stronger than ever, but here I am, writing all this sad crap.

I want to hurry up and get to the good parts. I feel like I’ve been waiting forever to get my dessert! It’s about time that my fairy tale dreams come true … but who am I to say when it’s time? I suppose the boss upstairs has more teaching in mind. There is more work for me to do here in the trenches.

I’ll be okay - God is faithful and good all the time. He’s on my side and fighting right along with me. I’m a warrior. I’m a survivor. Divorce is tough, but I am tougher.

Love, Mel

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No Power

Earlier this week my parents took Jaden on an overnight to Iowa. That meant, I had a night where it was just Logan, Weston and I. When I was a stay at home mom, it was just the three of us every day. Since I’ve gone back to work, I’m not sure when the last time I had the triplets all on my own. Monday night was a little treat for everyone :)

I had wonderful plans of cuddling up on the couch with the triplets, some popcorn and watching a movie, cuddling before bed. We weren’t even through dinner before the bad weather knocked the power out. Then the fun really began …

I couldn’t find a candle for the life of me. I had packed them all away since they were merely decorative – I didn’t really need them, right? So here I am, in the basement, with my iPhone flashlight looking at all these boxes … I must have gone through all of them four times until I found the ONE box I didn’t check – the one at the bottom of the stairs. As in, the very first box I would have come across and I just walked right by it. OYE. The good news is I found plenty of candles. Thank you Jesus for iPhone flashlights!

I quickly grabbed a few things out of the fridge just in case (i.e. my wine for when the kids were sleeping … I had great plans of reading a book by candlelight with my wine) … I then instructed the boys not to open the fridge. They didn’t quite get it … they kept forgetting and would try to get a yogurt or more water in his cup. Drove me a little nutty.

Then, the boys decided they were going to have a sword fight … in the dark … not the smartest idea, as you can imagine. It was only a matter of minutes before someone got clipped in the knuckles and was crying. That’s it, we were done with swords. I asked Weston to give me the one he was holding. He looked me right in the eye and flicked his sword up into the air. It came crashing down on the table – just barely missing all the candles. I had a flash of the house burning down. The sword landed in my wine glass instead … my full wine glass of the-only-cold-white-wine-I-was-going-to-have-that-night … it crashed to the floor, glass and liquid heaven flying in all directions. My usually defiant Weston knew right away and for the first time in my life, he went to the time-out chair on his own without having to be walked there. I instructed Logan to sit on the kitchen tile while I attempted to clean up wine and broken glass off the living room floor … IN THE DARK! Not really the start to my cuddly night I had imagined.

We read half a dozen books and then attempted to go to bed. We walked by iPhone flashlight and I tucked them both in their beds. You would have thought that the complete darkness would have been calming. Not for my boys! Pitch black = gymnastics! They were crazy! And by crazy, I mean it took me two HOURS to get them to settle down and go to sleep. Now, let me also say not the entire two hours was horrible. They were pretty darn cute too! At one point, they were cuddling in Logan’s bed together. Cute until Weston bit Logan. At another point, I played the Frozen soundtrack and Logan and Weston sang along with all the words. Eventually they both snuggled in and fell asleep.

By this point, the house was getting hot and I was tired and uncomfortable. My phone was almost was dead so I decided to go out to the car to plug it in for a while. I walked out the back door to find a HUGE animal in my garbage can. The animal scattered and I yelped loud. Not sure who scared the other more! While sitting in the car, watching the little green lightening bolt, I started to really freak myself out. The street was dark … really dark. It’s usually pretty lit up with the street lights, the church parking lot and the huge light up sign outside. But I couldn’t even see across the street. I felt like when I was a little girl and had to run up the basement stairs “just in case” because it felt like someone was chasing me. I braved it until my phone got to 60% and then I ran back inside, quickly locking the door behind me. I tried to not psych myself out … no such luck. I grabbed one candle, my wine, my journal and decided to write in my bed with the covers over my head.

It came time to blow out the candle. I made sure to put the lighter close to bed, just in case. At 3:30 a.m. I opened my eyes groggy, there was something lit up. All I could think was, “Crap! I thought I blew the candle out! I lit the whole house on fire!” After 2.5 seconds I realized the light was coming from the living room – the power was back on! I got out of bed to check on the house and turn off the lights. I crawled back to bed and treated myself to a few games of Candy Crush before going back to sleep.

Who knew the sound of cartoons would be like sweet music at 6 a.m.? Who knew I would have another surprise?!? I was getting into the shower when I found THIS on the curtain:

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I can’t even tell the story without wiggling all around. Gross-gross-gross! It was time to put on my big girl pants one more time. I grabbed the biggest wad of toilet paper I could. I climbed up on the edge of the tub and I let out a ninja scream as I killed that sucker! ew ew ew I shivered as I threw the ball into the toilet and flushed. I jumped into the shower and as I was washing my face, trying to find my happy place again, I looked up to find ANOTHER SPIDER up in the corner – this time too high for me to reach. Sick – I closed my eyes and took the world’s quickest shower.

By this point, I was so over being the adult. Not just the adult, but the only adult in the house. I was exhausted of playing both mom and dad. There was a very vulnerable moment when I just wanted someone to protect me. I was tired of being strong and I just wanted to be weak. I wanted to fall limp into someone’s arms and be taken care of. I allowed myself to feel this for just a while. Any longer, and the feelings would have started to take root. I can’t afford to be shaken at my foundation right now. My children need me to be strong. So strong I am – Supermom/dad, cook, comforter, disciplinary, protector, handyman, bringer home of the bacon – I’m it all. I’m strong not by desire or any power of my own, I’m strong because my kids need me to be and because I ask for God’s help.

Love, Mel

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Lemonade Stands

The house I grew up on was on the top of a hill at the end of a court. When we were kids, my sister and I loved having lemonade lemonade_standstands down at the corner. We would make a large batch of Kool-aide and lemonade, load up the red wagon with cups and a change box and post ourselves at the corner. True entrepreneurs … such fond childhood memories.

Last week, my mom stopped at a neighbor’s lemonade stand. Lemonade for $.75 or bottled water for $1. After ordering, the girls held up a bowl, “would you like a mint?” Top notch … THOSE girls are entrepreneurs! Mom came home to find a similar bottle of water and a mint on the counter – my dad had stopped at the same stand on way home. I just LOVE that my parents are the ones who stop at lemonade stands.

I remember the thrill I got when we actually got a car to stop. The feel of that quarter in my hand. The rush and anticipation of when the next car would stop. My parents are the kind of cars that stop. They make little dreams come true in those simple acts. My mom even tipped the girls a buck.

When I told my parents how cool it was that they both stopped at the stand, my dad kindly looked at my mom and said, “Your mother is the one that taught me it was important to stop.” Golden. My dad is a pretty cool man … a typical, hard working provider. Successful in his job. But he is also kind, loving and supportive of the women in his life, especially my mom. He is a good-lemonade-buying man.

Maybe next time you pass a lemonade stand, you’ll stop too. It’s important to notice children. To stop for the silly little things that make a child’s summer something to remember. The only thing more beautiful than having parents who stop at lemonade stands is having a father who credits your mother for teaching him the importance of doing so.

I hope I can be as cool as my parents are when I grow up…

Love, Mel

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What are you waiting for?

What are you waiting for? How many of you would answer something like “as soon as we get through the school year” or “as soon as I get that raise” or “when life slows down”? Why have we convinced ourselves that we need to get through something before we are allowed to live? There is no such thing as a perfect time for anything … ok there maybe there is the perfect time to take the cake out of the oven or to wash the hair dye out … but for the other stuff it just doesn’t exist.

Life doesn’t slow down. Things don’t generally getting easier. If it’s not one thing, it’s the other. That’s why you’ve got to make the best with what you’ve got. Take that leap – the longer you wait, the less time you’ll have on the other side. The more time you spend waiting, the less time you’ll have living what you are dreaming about. Make the best with what you’ve got and jump! It is possible to be all jacked up and make your dreams come true. It’s possible to have your life falling apart and to pursue a dream all at the same time.

Circumstances are … well just that – circumstances. They doesn’t define you nor do they tell you what you deserve. They have an impact on your situation, I’ll give you that … but life is too short to focus on circumstances. Don’t let the “what I’m waiting for” hold you back. Act now – all messy and unprepared – make the leap. Let those who are willing to stand beside you help. Give them permission to enter into your unprepared world made up for dirty dishes, unmade beds and unfolded laundry. That way, you might not be ready, but heck you aren’t alone!

There might not ever be the perfect time to make your dreams come true, but we certainly don’t have to do it alone. Love each other. Encourage each other to keep moving forward even when all you want to do is stop for a water break. Keep pedaling – keep moving forward. The greatest memories are made when we make things up as we go. Sort of like an impromptu road trip – where you don’t really know where you are going or how you are going to get there – all you know is that you are driving and you’ll figure it out along the way. You make random stops for junk food at gas stations and you read the road map one city at a time. It’s about the journey – not about how perfectly or quickly you got there.

Next time someone asks you what you’re waiting for – be the one that says “I’m not waiting – I’m going after my dreams, just the way I am!”

Love, Mel

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My Heroes

It’s May … memories of Owen begin to flood my thoughts, preparing myself for the end of the month. Three years ago, tomorrow, is the last time I saw Owen awake. Three years ago, I called 911 and the village of Sussex fire and police departments flooded my home and worked tirelessly to save my baby boy.

The past two yeas, I’ve brought the fire department a meal on the anniversary of the day as a way of saying thank you. The first year, it was on the actual day … 365 days after my 911 call. My family and I decided that this year would be the same. It’s cool that the boys remember being there last year and were totally psyched to go again this year.

The Village of Sussex fire department is home to a few of my heroes. Losing Owen was a huge loss – one that will never quite be filled. However, the hope that this team gave me is irreplaceable. I have found such healing and comfort in knowing that Owen saved someone’s life. That the little baby I grew, continues to grow and give life. This simple fact, helps me get up each morning. Without their expert care, Owen’s body would have been without oxygen for much longer and he might not have been an organ donor.

I was able to share a short video from Josie and her parents – introducing the team to the life that they saved on the night of May 21, 2011. Whether they will admit to it or not, these big, burly fire fighters all had tears in their eyes :) I mean who wouldn’t, Josie is stinkin’ adorable! It was important that they have a face to the life they saved.

At one point, I went into the garage to see what the boys were up to. They were trying to talk Logan into trying on a helmet. He was shy and really didn’t want to do it. I asked him if I put it on, would take a picture with me. This is the best picture we got:

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What this picture doesn’t show is how much my heart is melting and I’m slightly freaking out on the inside. As the fireman handed me his helmet, I saw Owen’s hand print in the top. There is this space in between the helmet and the part that sits on your head and Owen’s prayer card, from his funeral, was tucked inside. It was torn and tattered … and there – held secretly in a heroes’ armor. Saving lives is his job – he does this every week, day in and day out. It’s been three years – how many calls has he been on since then? And he is still carrying this little owenge hand print of my baby boy in his hat. Are there even words for something like that?

I think, as a mother, I was most sad that people would never have the chance to meet my Owen. I would always have a part of my heart that I could never show to others. Since he has been gone for far longer than he was on earth, I grieved (still grieving in many ways) the truth that he would be forgotten one day. I would be known as a mother of three and not four. It would one day be easier to call Logan and Weston twins, rather than explaining why they are triplets. Owen would be a memory … and no longer a part of my present. These men and women remember my baby. They think about my baby. They saved my baby from being forgotten. They took care of him so that he would be able to be a hero to someone else. These men and women give so much of their time, efforts and heart into their job. They saved my life too that day. I have found peace in my truth because of these blessings. There will never be enough meals to bring to these heroes. There will never be enough I could do to express even a fraction of my gratitude for their gift.

God sends you angels in time of tragedy. These are just a few of the angels that I encountered. I am honored to know these men and women.

On a lighter note, and for some added cuteness – here are a few more pictures of my boys playing in the fire trucks.

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Love, Mel

 

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Connections

I had the rare opportunity to work from Starbucks for a few hours this week. I found myself watching those who walked by the window and came in through the front door. I kept wondering who they were meeting, where were they going, where did they come from. Old, young, male, female, students, business men …

I watched as they ordered their coffee and wondered what they were thinking when they took their first sip.

Our entire life is made of connections. It’s entire meaning lays in those that cross our paths - some that make a lasting impression and change the course of your life forever and others that aren’t given a second thought. Energy is exchanged even when paying for your coffee or when you make eye contact with the person walking into the grocery store behind you.

Every person has their story. Sometimes I sit and try to figure out more about a person by watching them. Who are they sitting with? Maybe this post makes me sound creepy … maybe it is creepy. I just can’t help but want to know more about people and what is in their hearts. They intrigue me.

I wonder what people think of me when I walk into Starbucks. Do I look lost or out of place? Do I look like I am on a mission or totally shambled? Probably all of the above some days. I suppose it has a lot to do with how I’m feeling that day too …

Then I think about all these connections I’ve had in my life that I don’t remember or didn’t impact me. Did I miss something? Was I supposed to learn something from someone I was too busy to notice?

Or those that make a bigger impact on your life than you ever imagined they would. The crush you can’t get out of your head, even months after your last conversation. The acquaintance who came out of no where to help you in a time of need. Or the professor that said something so profound, you still remember it to this day. Yet, you have no idea what you learned the rest of the semester. When I was at St. Norbert’s my favorite class of my four years there, was Church in Crisis. It was one of my theology credits and it confronted the “problems” in the catholic church – celibacy, homosexuality, no red meat on Fridays during Lent, etc. I can remember how the man sweat so much, his entire shirt would be soaked by the end of class. I remember that he was from Kentucky and the stories he told about his mom were hilarious. But I also remember that he professed he was a strong catholic, yet he wasn’t afraid to talk about all the controversial parts of the practice. He faced them head on. His class deeply impacted me and I bet he doesn’t even remember my name. I was only 1 of 30 students … but I sat in the back and soaked up every word he said. A connection.

What about your connections? Remember everyone is coming from some where … they are going somewhere … and they are all fighting some kind of battle. Be kind to one another. The connections we make are the single more important thing we have in this lifetime.

Love, Mel

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Mamas of Boys

Happy be-lated mother’s day to my mama readers! I hope you felt blessed and loved.

Have you ever noticed that mothers of boys are so relaxed and calm? Nothing seems to phase them. It’s because our nerves are completely shot!! We are numb to our boys jumping out of trees, wrestling non-stop, scaling the walls and bringing nasty bugs into the house because they look cool. 

I love my boys so very much … but boy oh boy are they crazy!!

This morning I got the boys all set with breakfast. I carefully placed four mini doughnuts on each of their plates and hopped into the shower. I came out to this …

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12 doughnuts on their plates and powdered sugar everywhere! Can’t lie .. had to hide my snickers at this one. Weston is SCREAMING cheese at the top of his lungs. So proud of himself.

Then, there was the morning when I was just trying to make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for the kid’s lunches and the boys were all over the kitchen, driving me bananas. So I sent them all out to play in the backyard for a few minutes. I looked out the back kitchen window to see Weston standing ON TOP of the play house, reaching and ready to leap to the roof a my back porch. I mean come one … what kids do this kind of stuff? Boys that’s what. And in a true “mom of all boys” fashion, I hollered at him to get down … more ticked that he tried that kind of stunt than worried he would get hurt. I mean I was … but it wasn’t the first thing that came to mind. He’s climbed a lot higher on so many times … example 54,892 why my nerves are shot.

I couldn’t find Logan one morning, until I heard some rustling in my closet.

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Yep, naked and chowing down on a full chocolate Easter bunny. I had to hide my amusement and, as always, Logan was so proud of himself. (Ok who am I kidding … this one made me laugh out loud. Come on .. he’s naked and hiding to eat chocolate.)

And most recently, there is bed time. Bed time is probably my very least favorite part of being a mother. It’s horrible … a nut house. Running from room to room, rubbing backs, getting glasses of water, hearing an entire day’s account of activities and the “mama” right as my butt hits the couch. All of the thunder and lighting last night added a little extra excitement to the evening. As we approached the second hour of bedtime, little voices singing “it’s raining, it’s pouring …” came from the little’s bedroom. Little crappers ….

When, I stuck my head in, to remind them that it was bedtime, I found their tiny little butts, in their underwear (not sure where their pj pants went), kneeing on the top bunk, looking out the window, watching the storm. Cute tiny, little brother butts … way too late at night. I gave up and laughed. I took that moment and decided to cherish it and thank God for the beautiful brotherhood these boys are forming.

Boys are energetic, adventurous and active. My nerves are shot. I just have to accept that there are things I cannot control. There are moments when I have to give up and just laugh. Maybe even grab the camera and snap a picture. - that way I’ll have proof of the grieve they caused me as kids. They make me a better person by teaching me, every day to not sweat the small stuff.

Love, Mel

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Sibling Rivalry

My sister and I were typical teenage sisters … ok we fought like cats and dogs growing up. When I had my driver’s license, my parents told me I had to take her to school if I wanted to take the car. I found it highly unfair since I had to suffer riding the bus my freshman year, why didn’t she? But my parents insisted, so I found myself making my sister’s life a little harder to compensate for having to save her from the bus ride.

I loved country music in high school, and my sister did NOT. So I would blare the country music all the way to school, hoping to irritate the snot out of her! It wasn’t long before she learned all the words to my songs and would sing them just as loud. I drove her to school and she drove me nuts!

Another favorite of mine was the “seat belt” test. When we started driving, I would slam my foot on the bake to make sure Rachael had her seat belt on. If she did, you would hear a deep “UGH” from the passenger seat. If she didn’t, she would go flying forward and I would laugh and laugh and laugh! There was one time when I had the timing just right and she slid down to the floor and couldn’t get back into her seat. I was laughing so hard, I couldn’t even help her up. It was totally worth the disapproving look I got when Rachael retold the story to mom.

Soon, I had fun letting my foot off the break ever so slightly when she tried to get in the car. I got such a kick out of watching her fumble and try over an over again. She would get so irritated but there way nothing she could do about it! There was one time I had her jumping and hopping after the car all the way down the court we lived in! Epic, I tell you, EPIC!

Low and behold … my sister and I aren’t the only siblings to play this game. I might have been 16 and driving a minivan, but Logan is 3 and a half and driving a hot wheel … it’s just as hilarious!

Jaden had an even better run with Logan trailing behind … in fact, Logan tripped at one point and was still hanging on as Jaden kept driving, dragging him behind. I couldn’t quite get the camera out in time, but you can picture just how ridiculous it was. I had to remind Logan to just let go …

As adults, my sister is my greatest friend. Her love is endless. We laugh until we cry retelling these stories now. I hope the same for my boys. When they hate each other, and I know they will at some point during their growing up, I only hope they are able to laugh til they cry retelling the stories when they are older.

Siblings are so special … they are one of the unique relationships we have where we can both love and hate each other at the same time.

I love you Rae!

Love, Mel

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Those Perfect Moments

There are these days and these moments when life seems perfect. The worries of chores, money and work are non-existent and I’m just present, playing with my kids. They happen far less than I would hope for – but they are there … mixed in with the dirty dishes, potty accidents and skinned knees.

I had one of these perfect afternoons last week. The weather was warmer than usual and they boys were unusually kind to one another. We slammed down a quick dinner of hot dogs and fruit and headed outside. Weston, Logan and Jaden rode bikes in the parking lot of the church next door. I was actually calm and in tune to what my kids were doing long enough to take some pictures.

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Logan insisted on having his hood up AND his helmet on. Whatever floats your boat kid. He was loving jumping in the puddles. Also long as I didn’t get splashed, I was good with it!

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Jaden making his best “bad biker” face.

When we got home, we busted out the bubble guns the Easter Bunny brought.

If that wasn’t enough to make your heart melt … the next morning when I got out of the shower, I wasn’t sure where Logan went. I found him in my closet, butt naked, chowing down on his chocolate bunny. I tried to be mad, I really did – but honestly, just look at this face? I took a picture instead, then offered him a bowl of cheerios :)

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Tonight, Logan and Jaden fell asleep first … that means I could cuddle and enjoy Weston without the other two getting jealous. Weston decided to show off his love for signing …

Of course he sang it way better before the camera was rolling. This seriously makes my heart burst with love!

Lately, these moments are far and few in between. There has been so much going on and going back to work has made it really hard to stop and enjoy my kids rather then rushing from one thing to the next – making sure they get to bed at a decent time, throwing food down their throats so they have full bellies for school. Life is so different, but these perfect moments are the same. My children are still beautiful and amazing – and I love them so much my heart could burst.

To my working mamas – don’t forget to stop and enjoy your kids! Just because we work outside of the home, doesn’t mean that we have to give up these perfect moments too! So let the dirty dishes sit, let the laundry pile up, grab your camera and enjoy your babies!

Love, Mel

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