Friday, September 23, 2011

Look! The sky is falling!

Don't get me wrong...I don't want anyone to die...but I am really excited about this 1 ton, bus-sized satellite aimed straight for America.  I mean, really, how exciting can one Friday night get?  And, the best part, they can't pinpoint the location  until about five minutes before it hits so we all get to participate in the solar excitement of whom and where the fireball could land. This is better than anything I could rent from RedBox....Oh well, hope you all make it.  If I don't blog again, you'll know why....

Had an epiphany the other night that woke me up from a deep sleep and slammed me into a concrete wall.  Here I am, grateful, that Molly is still years away from driving.  After all, that is when the real worries start, don't they?  Until, I realized that for the past few months, I have been letting Molly drive without a seat belt on a large convertible with a tail.  Now granted, she is wearing a helmet, but what is a few inches of plastic between her and certain death?  Not a whole heck of a lot...Am I bad mother for letting my child be best friends with a 1,000 pound monster that drops almost as much poop a day as it's body weight?  The other night, she came home and told the delightful story of how Avante stepped down on her foot and pinned her for a few minutes until two other girls came and pushed the great beast off of her.  Dear God, I need a sedative.

Now, on to Thing 2...after going to the teacher a few weeks ago and asking her to increase her math workload, Madeline hit a road block.  She got back a math paper with four problems wrong.  She stood up, marched up to the desk, and according to her teacher, stated, "I am not the least bit impressed with my performance on this assignment.  If it is okay with you, I would like to redo it and improve my overall grade average."  What did I give birth too.....?  A politician?  Nothing like being up at the school and EVERY second grade teacher telling you the same hilarious story about your kid.  Yes, the Yates make life very exciting wherever they go...

Troy, poor, sweet thing...still on 5-10s right now.  Comes home in an exhausted mess to a manic, compulsive wife who is cranky from playing single mom all week.  I do try to make each weekend as peaceful as can be, but as life usually proves to us, this is an impossible feat.  Our goal for most weekends is trying not to leave a mark when we start throwing dishes at each other.  The kids love it when we fight...good family times.

God is so good!  We have all we need and so much more!  Praying for each of you as you go about your week!  Love to everyone!

Friday, September 16, 2011

September is NEVER going to end....

Yes, for those who have not picked up on my sarcasm and anger...I hate the last part of the summer with a passion.  Hell is nothing but one long September that you have to endure for all of eternity.  More of a reason for me to spend each day walking closer with Christ so I can be in a cool climate forever.  I dream of pumpkin spice cappuccinos from Starbucks, candy corn (the harvest mix, of course) and corduroy anything.  If I could wear corduroy underwear, I would.

So, with all that said, we are all trying to be patient as October peaks around the corner.  The girls are doing well.  Troy is working hard in Clarksville.  We miss him very much but he is coming home on Wed nights to visit with us.  I know that exhausts him but he says he wants to come and see us.

I hope each of you is doing well.  I will leave you with some chuckles....Every week, my youngest child gets snarkier and more sarcastic.  While I am deciding how many smacks she deserves on her backside, I hope you enjoy these Madelisms.....

To Mommy when I wasn't paying attention to her..."Hey lady, I am trying to ask you a question."

To Mom after dinner..."Can I go play in my room like a small child should?"

Conversation between mom and Madeline..."Why does Molly like to go to the stables?"  "She likes horses."  "Molly is a horse's butt."  

Madeline to her teacher, "You are not challenging me enough in math."

Mom to Madeline..."You are in my you mind."  "Nope, do you?"

Have a great week!

Saturday, September 3, 2011

Joy Of My World!

September 4th, 2003:

I went to see Dr. Greene for a check-up.  I was 8 days over my due date and ready to internally combust.  So, I unleashed a monsoon of teardrops and my sweet doctor said, "Let's get you over to the hospital and get this little gal here!"  Praise God!  Within four hours, my darling, sweet girl was placed in my arms.  What a tiny piece of God's great glory and love!  I knew she had been hand-picked for me and that I had been equally appointed for her.  No day passes where I don't praise God for the great gift He has given me.  I love my Madeline and I know the rest of you do, too!  But, enough with the sentimental mommy honey-drip...Here's to 8 years filled with...

Sleepless nights, snorting giggles, 12-foot waves of baby spit-up, thumb-sucking, DeeDee holding, cartwheel turning, endless work on telling time, begging you to brush your teeth, tangled hair, cranky mornings, millions and millions of kisses, banging your arm on every door-frame, picking up the cat up by her hind legs, fears of getting to bed past 8, Pippi Longstocking movie marathons, dirty underwear folded up neatly in your drawers,   always wanting to be in my lap, screaming when daddy walks in the door!

I love your crazy ways and am excited about what your 8th year holds!