Riding buddy

Daddy wanted a riding buddy. I think he's got one.

Picnic in the Park.

Take our picture mom!

"Look at me in the tree! Take my picture!"

Sandwiches always taste better outside.

The efficient way for a lazy mom to swing her kids.

My girl loves to swing. "Higher, mommy, HIGHER!"

"Hi!"

The concentration it takes to pump a swing.

Soft hair

Abrianna perched on my shrinking lap, stroking my hair. "Momma, you have soft hair!" "Why thank you Abrianna", I replied. "Can you cut it?" she asked.  "Why?" I replied. "Cause I want make a nest out of it."

On women and sex...

Abrianna scored to get a Bi-mart booklet in the mail this week. Lucas was jealous. "Well, I'm gonna get one of mommy's magazines with women and sex!" he declared. "Ahhhh... What do you know about sex Lucas?" I carefully inquired. "Oh, what I heard on the radio ( thanks Mark Gungor) and what you said." " So what is sex, Lucas?" " I don't know." he replied. Whew! I thought I was in for a conversation I wasn't sure I was prepared for...

Sinking your teeth in goodness.

God to the Rescue ... Again

Mondays bespeak busyness in the Drake household- errands rushed through before violin lesson (which ran late) and a few more tacked on afterwards. Then home to feed my ravenous and cranky children.
 Lunch finished the sun beckoned us to venture out before the clouds finished coming in from the west.
 Tired little Abigayle began melting down on the way home.
Starting a pot of beans and setting a timer, Abigayle and I headed for a much needed nap.When the timer went off I carefully ( I thought) explained to Lucas how to turn the beans off.  He heard "turn off the timer". Ignoring the nagging uneasiness of needing to check to see if the task was completed I slipped into dream land for maybe 10 min. An acrid smell pulled me back from unconsciousness. Bleary eyed,  I roused myself and my baby.  Stumbling from my room I walked into a wall of smoke stretching from floor to ceiling, billowing from a very dry pan of beans charring on high.
Rushing to turn it off, put water in it, and slamming a lid on the mess, I turned on a fan and opened a few windows drug my exhausted body back to bed. Abigayle rudely awakened cried. The smoke alarm  screeched its announcement of a smoke filled house.
My head pounding, I turned on more fans and opened the door. Oh, I so wanted to go back to bed. But not with the ensuing chaos.
With the clearing of the smoke my headache dissipated and the fire alarms ceased its wails. Pulling myself together I scooped my crying child into my lap and cuddled her. Peace.
My sweet husband was kind enough to pick up a pizza for us. Lucas had the task of removing the charred beans to the compost pile. I have the fun tomorrow of picking out a new pan to replace my one and only pot that is beyond repair.
I'm grateful for God's protection but feeling a bit foolish to have gotten into that situation to begin with.

Owie!

I was sitting cross-legged at my computer exposing my bare unshaven ankle. Abigayle ( 20 months), walked over and began rubbing. Her face grew concerned as she declared repeatedly, "owie! owie!" Well, I guess its time to shave off those whiskers.