Boys

God has something really special in store for me. How do I know this? It's simple, really. I am the mother of 3 boys. If you're thinking "big deal" right now, you must either not have a son or you must have one of those really rare species of boy that does what he is told, is calm and quiet, and doesn't wrestle with his siblings like little bear cubs ever chance he gets. Yesterday exemplified the typical day at my house. My middle son is part billy goat, of that I am convinced. As we are getting in the car and buckling his car seat he says to me, "mom...there was something green sticking out of my shoe and I ate it". "WHAT?", I say. "Uh, yeah...there was something green, probably a plant (pwant is really how he says it), sticking out of my shoe and I ate it. Will I die?". Of course I give him the whole speech about NOT putting things in our mouths, we don't know where they come from, etc. I tell him no, he's not going to die but some plants are poisonous. You know the drill. As he fell asleep in his car seat on the way home I thought to myself, "Yep...I'm in BIG trouble". He is going to be the one who will buck every rule. He is going to be the one to question everything. This boy is going to break my heart. I can already see it. But, he will be the one to pick up the pieces, too. He is the one that reminds my husband to buy me flowers on Valentine's Day. He is the one that tells daddy he needs to take mommy on a date. He is the one who lobbied for a cake for my birthday. He picks flowers and gives them to me because I'm a "bewiful girwl wif my hair down" (translation-Beautiful girl with my hair down). He holds my heart right in his grimy little hand. You know what, I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.

moving

So...my husband wants to move. Not just move down the street, mind you. We did that...just this past December. Nope, my man wants to pick up and move to the Washington, D.C. area. Yeah. Did I mention we live in Texas? Did I mention that I have never been out of the south for anything other than vacations? Did I mention that I am terrified to my toes at the thought of moving 20 hours away from anyone I might even remotly recognize, let alone love? Hubby is not nearly as nervous. HE was in the Air Force. HE has traveled all over Europe. HE has lived in Germany and Turkey. HE thinks it would be an adventure. HE is also the one who would be going to work each day doing interesting things whilst I stayed at home sad and lonely. Well, at least that's the mental image I keep conjuring up when he mentions moving. I don't want to squash his dreams so I've agreed to consider the idea. With one condition...HE is the one who tells his mother! That'll teach him. Besides, getting this southern girl out of the South would be an act of Congress. Pun intended.

Me

I've decided the time has come to try my hand at blogging. Maybe because I have a lot swimming around in my head right now. Maybe because I want to jump on a cool bandwagon. Maybe because I'm up half the night with a 4 month old baby and it gives me time to think. Who knows? So, I guess I should just start with the basics. I'm a 31 year young mom of 3 beautiful, rambunctious boys. My husband and I have been married almost 9 years and I couldn't be living more blessed. I have a teaching degree but have been teaching part time for the last 4 or 5 years in a wonderful local preschool. Talk about a hoot. Kids really do say the darndest things! I guess I'll wrap this infomercial about me up because I'm sure you'll get to know ALL about me if you decide to journey with me down my bloggy path. Baby steps, right?