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Mowing Musings

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  There's something therapeutic about mowing the lawn. I remember asking my dad why in the world he would spend so much time mowing. I couldn't imagine a more boring and tedious job. The constant back and forth over grass that would inevitably grow back and require a new cut in a few weeks. The attention to detail...making sure to miss plants and other yard decor, the SUN (I hate being hot)...so many negatives. My dad's response to my question was "It gives me time to think."   Time to think? I think all day long! Now that I'm 41, I get it.  I have four kids. I have a full-time job.  I have a husband. I have a lot of responsibilities.   I really don't have a lot of time to think.  I always feel so close to my dad when I mow. After losing him two years ago, I try to busy myself so that I don't think about losing him. I know that sounds terrible. If I think too much about how much I miss him, I would never get anything accomplished. I have a tendency to

Time Is a Thief and Other Musings

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Time is a thief. You always think you have it.  "Oh, let me do this because I can do that later. I have time". "I don't have the time right now." Try to fit in work, family, sleep, activities, personal time....it's all impossible. Right now I'm sitting at a computer wishing I had more time. Time to do the things that I wanted to do instead of the things I needed to do. Focusing on the important stuff. I look at my kids and can't imagine how they got to be 12, 10, 8, and 6.  Wasn't I here every day? Changing diapers, making bottles, applying bandaids, watching cartoons, hugging, kissing, potty training, laughing, loving...all the loving. I think about my own parents. I just turned 40 - nope, I'm not one of those women that say they're 29. (Remember, I'm having a different battle with time) I'm proud of each and every year I have earned. Each and every day. Time is a thief so I am thankful for being about to even see 40 - not everyo

Just a quick second....actually I'm procrastinating from doing laundry.

Worst blogger ever! ....not that I don't have 3 kids or anything.  That's right! If anyone is still keeping up with this blog, the Foreman 4 became the Foreman 5 recently.  Life is busy, busy, busy!!! I thought 2 was a handful...boy was I wrong.  I wouldn't trade a single minute for anything in the world, though.  Well, except for when I change poop diapers.  But that's another topic completely. So little princess Hilly made her appearance late last summer.  She is obsessed with her brother and sister and is definitely a handful.  I looked it up and one advice website said that they're called "high needs children".  They also grow into "high needs adults".  Things are always going to be fun around here.  Hilly is taking this whole "high needs" thing a little too seriously.  My husband is in the oilfield and times are getting really scary out there.  With the current oil market, guys are losing their jobs left and right. We have

Daniel-isms

Me: "Daniel, turn off the lamp!" Daniel: (Quietly to himself) "She's always mean to the people". *Who are these "people"????
The Summer of ......Illness??? Looking back, I can define some of the summers of my life by a title.  The Summer of Dating Stephen, The Summer of Being Pregnant with Daniel, The Summer of Being Pregnant with Natalie, etc.  If I had to title this summer, it would be The Summer of Meningitis...and other illnesses.  Who knew our medical bills would be so expensive when we were just starting to pay our deductible! In case you don't know, I developed spinal meningitis earlier this summer. I am thankful that it wasn't bacterial, but it's still been a rough ride.  We've also had ear infections, colds, and various viral infections.  I think our insurance company hates us at this point.  Pass the tissues, please :)

Picture Time!

Taking pics of the kids is always a fun adventure. Today's funny comes from the JCPenney portrait studio. Daniel told the photographer "I have my sister, my MawMaw, and my Gena". Not only am I last, I am now an equal.

Oilfield Life

I'm an oilfield wife. This basically means that my husband leaves our family for weeks at a time to provide for us so I can stay home with the kids. Is it hard? Yes. I always look so forward to the days that he comes home. Sometimes during the time he's away, I get so lonely that I don't think I'm going to make it. It makes me appreciate single mothers and their struggles much more. Being the only parent for two weeks is enough for me. I'm always proud of my husband and his sacrifices, though. I always try to send pics, funny stories, videos. I pray that the kids' milestones happen during the time he's home. I can't imagine not seeing my little ones for weeks at a time. Which leads me to the reason for this whole blog. I  am so thankful that I get to be here for all the sweet moments. Natalie loves mornings and once she has had her breakfast, she is the sweetest little girl. She crawls in my lap and gives me the sweetest two-tooth smile. She still has