Crap Sale

I'm participating in my first ever Craft Sale!

I'm pretty excited about it, so there's been lots of talk about it in our home.

The other day I was telling Andy that I needed to head up to my craft room and work on some projects.

Willson agreed.

He told me I needed to go up to my craft room...

"to work on your crap, for your crap sale."

All with a smile on his face and patting me on my arm.

Bedtime

I really don't want this blog to be all about Willson, but he is currently the only one doing anything note worthy, including me. Hopefully the other kids can come up with something good soon.

Bedtime at our house is insane. It used to be great.

Then we had Willson.

It is a challenge, to say the least, every night.

The other night Andy wasn't home and I was exhausted. All I wanted to do was go to bed, but I had to wait till Willson was asleep.

I walked upstairs and saw Willson's light still on. I came around the corner and found Willson laying on the floor, with his blanket and pillow, reading a book. I immediately told him to turn off his light and get his cute little butt in bed.

He scoffed at me, shook his head and said...

"Mom, it's my room. You're just gonna have to deal with it."

I'm Having Trouble Controlling...THE VOLUME OF MY VOICE!

Willson, like most children, has always had trouble with volume control.

Especially at church.

To combat this we constantly tell him to whisper please and make sure to provide enough quiet distractions to make talking obsolete. The current one that works is coloring.

Last Sunday we were well prepared.

He had just received a new coloring book from the Easter Bunny and he had a bag of nearly new crayons borrowed from his sisters.

The rule in our house is that no distractions come out until after the sacrament is completed. Willson could hardly contain his excitement to crack open that new book and get down to business.

I watched as Andy reached down for the bag, pulled out the fresh crayons, handed them to our giddy boy and then a look of pure horror crossed his face.

I sent him a questioning look and he mouthed the dreaded words

"I forgot the coloring book."

We had to act fast.

Willson was quickly becoming aware of the situation and we were headed for a meltdown. He had been waiting so patiently and his little world was about to be shattered.

I grabbed the first thing I could find.

A program. Yeah, he loved that.

I flipped it over, finding the largest open space I could, Andy quickly scooted a Hymn book under it and placed a crayon in his hand.

Crisis averted.

He couldn't complain, he just followed instinct and started scribbling.

I could tell this was not going to last the whole time though.

I had to be prepared.

He handed me the paper and whispered

"Can you draw me a toilet?"

Now this was a real whisper. I didn't think my son was capable of that.

I quickly grabbed his paper and started drawing,

lest he repeat his request in his normal whisper.

I drew, what I thought, was a masterful toilet.

I handed the paper back to my little man, wearing my arm out by patting myself on the back so hard.

He whispered, I must be the best parent ever!

And look, my exquisite toilet.

Willson took my offering, gave a firm head nod and said

"Good. Now can you draw a guy peeing in it?"

The Driver on the Bus Says...

Last summer I felt inspired to call on a job posting at the kids school. It was for a school bus driver. I had never before considered this, but thought well, if I get it I get it, if not, no great loss. Well, I got it. I embarked on this new journey full of embarrassment and questioning what I was thinking, but then remembering that this wasn't my decision it was Heavenly Father's plan for me.

There are times when that is the only thing that keeps me from quitting my job, not because I don't enjoy it, but because all I want to do is be home with my babies, being a wife and mother. Sometimes I ache for those times again, but I know that Heavenly Father has a plan for me and being a school bus driver is what is needed for me at this time.

Now that I've covered my misgivings, lets go into the positives...

Being a Bus Driver is more than feathered hair, fake nails and elastic waist jeans.

(Which I have none of, thank you very much)

I get to make an impact on the lives of children in my community. I always thought I didn't like other people's kids, in fact I've been very vocal about that, but I was so wrong.

I have truly come to love and care about those children on my bus.

I also seem to have a real soft spot for troublemakers.

I have had many fun and memorable experiences on my bus.

Singing Queen and Lady Gaga with one of my cute Kindergartners...

Laughing with my 3rd grade trouble maker, who does so much better when he's sitting by me...

Hearing a 4th grader, when asked by his teacher to get off the bus after a field trip, saying "Once again fate has ruined my life." in the most pitiful and defeated voice...

Laughing and joking with my High School Kids, listening as they tell me their boy problems...

One of the most tender moments happened today.

I met Kelsey the day she took my bus home.

She was loud and obnoxious high school student, with no respect or care for me. She argued with me over her bus stop and probably called me bad names later.

She continued to ride my bus. I continued to not let her intimidate me. I think that was her main weapon against adults in her life.

One day she decided she liked me. I don't know if it was the pink hair that got her, but suddenly she not only respected me, she liked me.

She was still the same loud and obnoxious person, but she treated me with not only respect, but kindness.

She said good morning to me every day. She thanked me every day when she got off the bus. She looked me in the eye. She smiled at me. She talked to me.

(This is completely abnormal for the majority of High School Students)

I knew she had a lot of trouble at school. Not surprisingly she had authority issues.

I hadn't seen Kelsey for about a month now, until today. I've been thinking about her, hoping she was choosing a better path for herself. She came to my bus today. I asked her how she was, where she's been. She told me she transferred to an alternative school in our district. She seemed happier. She hugged me and told me she just wanted to come say hi, since she happened to be at the school. I was shocked and touched.

I don't know what kind of an impact I have had in this child of God's life, but I pray that she can see His light in me and choose a better path.

To those of you out there who need a reminder, I know I certainly do, what you choose to do makes a difference, whether in the home or out of the home.

Where Babys Come From

As we were driving home from CA, on Saturday, we had some interesting discussions. My favorite was Willson's take on where babys come from.

Willson informed us that...

Jesus put him in a box

then dropped him down into our fireplace.

We opened our fireplace.

Found the box.

Then made him a Baby Bed.

"And that's how I was born!"

At least he acknowledged Jesus, we're doing something right, right?

Back in the Game

So, this post is really hard to start.

It's been so long since I blogged I think I've forgotten how.

Let's start with why I left the game...

Nearly two years ago our family went through the worst trial we've had thus far in our journey through this life.

Things had to give, sadly this blog was one of them.

We suffered.

We cried.

Sobbed.

We coped.

We learned.

We Grew.

We healed.

We are stronger than before.

We rejoice.

We revel in our Love.

We know that through Christ, all things are possible.

The last few months I have really felt inspired to restart this blog.

I finally found the courage to do that today.

So, to all those out there reading, if there's any of you left,

I hope what I say touches your life,

As I know your words have touched mine.