Like Mother, Like Daughter

She has the gift.

Dear Children,

Tonight, I peeked in on each of you as soon as I knew you were asleep.
I hope that you never doubt how much I love each of you. I love holding your hands. I love hearing you call for me. I love the way you smell-well, most of the time ;). I love the way you grab both sides of my face to give me a "kissy". I love how you greet me each day with a "good morning!" as if you haven't seen me in years. Each of you bring so much joy and purpose to my life. I love being your mother and I always will. I love each of you and I always will.

Grateful for you, my Little Big Blessings,
Mommy

"The KGB waits for no one!"

Isn't he delicious?
Corbin is now telling the KGB joke. (ha-ha)
It is the best thing ever.
Just like Quincy, he has no idea what it means, only that it makes us laugh hard enough to turn purple.

Corbin's version goes something like this:
C: knock knock!
Us: Who's there?
C: KGB rah rask rah rahstions! ha-ha!

He is a naughty little nugget. I love this boy so much that my heart swells when I hold him, and when he looks at me with those dreamboat eyes of his, I fall completely under his spell. He's a special one, that baby guy of mine. How did I ever get so lucky to have him? He is a great little buddy.

Repetition

Aaron looked at the recent photos I posted and informed me, "you are always wearing that same shirt when you blog."

I don't know about you, but what I heard was, "You should go shopping, Meg. Buy yourself a lot of new clothes."

Thanks, YouTube.

It's amazing what you can learn from the internet.
Like....how to clip a chicken's wings with a regular old pair of scissors.

It wasn't bad.

Did you know that when Aaron asked my dad for permission to marry me, my dad cautioned Aaron that I was "high maintenence?"

bwahaha.
You were wrong, Dad-o.

Lately, I feel like Arkansas Meg has completely taken over and snuffed out California Meg. Remember her? California Meg looks like a high contast Type B, when compared to Arkansas Meg. She's pretty relaxed, she remembers to wear makeup, she loves fruit stands, eats a lot of tacos and sometimes I miss her a lot.

I am sure that when winter arrives, California Meg will come out to whine obnoxiously. When this happens, kindly remind me to go take look at the balance on my home mortgage, visit my daughter's elemenary class (with only 20 students in it), or buy a reasonably priced tank of gas. Maaybe take her out for some pulled pork. That should shut her up. Thanks, in advance.

Arkansas Meg is a-ok.

I Was There.

I guess Friday night wasn't a total failure.
This week, Reese's backpack has come home filled with it's usual stack of papers and busy work. On the backs of many of them are little drawings like these:

The house, a campfire, a tent, the moon, and sleeping bags for everyone in our family.
(I can only assume that the blue represents ice, because it was so dang cold.)

Summary:

Kids don't remember if you were perfect.

They remember that you were there.

Three Days a Week

They hit the soccer fields.

Go get 'em girls!