The Days I'll Remember

A day in the life...

2012-05-24T17:11:00.000-04:00

As a child I dreamed of being right where I am this very moment. Living my life as a mother. Washing clothes, playing with babies, singing songs. I'm one of the few people that are able to say, I'm living my dream. I wanted nothing more in this life than to have babies. God gave me the desires of my heart and I could not be happier. My boys teach me something new each day. If you would have told me that they would teach me something, I would have disagreed seven years ago. I thought I 'knew' it all. Ha! Was I ever wrong. My dream didn't land me the easiest job in the world and I'm sure it's going to have several bumps and road blocks along the way. Regardless, God is in control. He knows exactly the paths these sweet boys will take. He has trusted them to me and I'm going to do my very best to be a good example for them.

Back in March we celebrated Tuck's third birthday. Three years ago, my life was full of anticipation as I awaited the birth of our second child. All moms can vouch when I say regardless of how prepared you think you are, you're never fully prepared. Our lives were changed the moment our little bear took his first breath. With a delivery that happened faster than I had imagined, a broken collar bone, a round, pudgy little face and a head covered in red hair, Tucker William was here. Overjoyed to have him in my arms, our newest adventure began.

Behind the closed doors of our home, he's full of life, spunk, laughter, and such a chatter box. Get outside of the realm of just the four of us and he turns into this extremely quiet and shy little boy. He's a momma's boy, for sure. He'll hide behind my leg, give pouty faces, and the child can throw some looks with those eyes. I will admit, he gets that from his momma! I'm learning that he's a bit intimidated by crowds, but loves to be the life of the party if he feels comfortable. Hmm... who does that sound like, his daddy, maybe?

That soft, white skin, bright blue eyes and those little freckles popping up, he's a cutie. A big smile, with all those little baby teeth, how can you help but not smile at him. His crooked smile, now that one gets me the most. He loves to give me hugs and kisses. Daily he tells me, "momma, you da super-dest best!" I mainly get this phrase after assisting him in the bathroom but hey, I'll take what I can get. I love when I put him down for a nap or at bedtime when he asks me to sing twinkle-twinkle. If I sing to loudly he'll tell me to turn it down, sometimes I have to turn it up.

After he gets his twinkle song, he works his blanket to the perfect corner and says, "some for you, momma". He has this little habit of working his blanket to each corner and he'll flick the tip of that corner just on the inside edge of his nose. Quirky, yes... precious, absolutely melts my heart. When he started "some for you, momma", I knew this was a little Tucker-Momma thing and I treasure it. Somedays I'm rushed to get him down for a nap or just completely worn out by 8:30 at night but each time he says, "wait momma, your corner..." have mercy, be still my heart. If I try to make it out the door without beating the bed bugs with a shoe, he kindly reminds me to "beat those bugs, momma!"

He loves to sing and I love to hear him sing. His giggle comes from the bottom of his tummy and I can't help but laugh along with him. His tiny hand reaching for mine reminds me that he needs me. The tender touch of his hand as he rubs my back when I carry him, reminds me I need him. Eskimo kisses, priceless. His pudgy little feet, the wild hair on his head, the facial expressions, each thing about this sweet baby (and yes, he is still my baby at three) were perfectly chosen by God.

Chosen by God, for me. Really, me? I look at him daily, Carter too, and I so desperately want to slow down the hands of time. It seems like Tucker should only be one, not three years old. Carter, almost seven, seems impossible. How did we get here so fast? Those thoughts of wishing I were a parent are here. It's up to me to either rush through the day and miss the little things or not. I now know what my Momma meant when they were tiny, tiny babies and she said, "just enjoy them, they'll grow faster than you know." It's happening. They're doing just that. It makes my heart sad but happy at the same time. I watch them both and I'm so grateful and the words thank you just aren't enough. How did God choose me for them?

One morning instead of doing my normal routine, I grabbed my camera and followed Tucker. My mind had been contemplating documenting our day for a few weeks. I rounded the corner and saw him sitting in the kitchen floor, I knew that was the day for me to do so. He's consumed with all things monster trucks. As he sat quietly on the floor, flipping pages and pushing Monster Mutt, I snapped away. As most toddlers do, he was off in a matter of minutes. On to something new. He jumped on the bed, he ran to the playroom, he pulled out toy after toy and I just kept snapping. Later, just before nap time, I heard something and to my surprise he was on the kitchen counter. He decided he'd just get a few pieces of candy from the candy jar.

Where am I going with all of this? It wasn't until after I loaded the pictures to my camera that I realized I miss way too many blessings by the hustle and bustle of life. Too much time sweeping, cleaning, or on the computer. All that stuff doesn't amount to a hill of beans. Nope, not at all. They need me now. They need my attention, my love, my all. They're will be time to organize closets, dressers, and all that other nonsense later. Right now, it's time for them.

He's three now. Before I know it, he'll be six. I can only imagine how much he will change in the next three years. I can't help but wonder if his shyness will fade away and he'll become Mr. Social Butterfly or will he always be hesitant around crowds. Will he always be a thinker, an observer? Will he still share his corners with me and I can only hope he'll ask me to sing twinkle-twinkle to him as he goes to bed. Will he still rub my back and call me the "super-dest best"? Only God knows what tomorrow holds. My prayer is that my bear is happy and that he knows how very, very much his momma loves him. As our bedtime song says, "how I wonder what you are..." I often ask myself that as I watch him fall to sleep. What will you become, Tucker-bear, what will you become?

I'm months behind with this birthday ramble but it was a happy birthday to you and to me Tuck. I am amazed by your joy. Each day you make me smile, laugh, and realize just how precious life is. I pray God's blessings over you with each passing day. May your life be filled with happiness, love, and peace.

I love you to the moon, don't let the bed bugs bite.

xoxo... Momma

Just like Daddy

2012-05-23T13:49:00.002-04:00

The boys are with me 90% of the time but when we have those few chances to jump in the truck along with Travis and do something for "boys only" the boys are ecstatic. They dress up in their cowboy pants, shirts, and boots and turn into quite the little cowboys. Carter leads the way and Tucker immediately becomes a shadow. If Carter says it, Tucker says it. If Carter climbs it, Tucker climbs it. They're quite cute if I should say so myself.

Travis moved a few yearlings to a new pasture and the boys were right up in the middle of everything. From moving feed troughs, to picking up sticks, you name it.

Two country boys, an empty head shoot.... this could get very interesting in a few more years when they can't squeeze through.

See I told you... whatever one does, the other does. Too cute.

They just love being outside and mimicking Travis' every move. I enjoy watching them and knowing that they want to be just like him. I'd be lying if I said I don't think about how close the three of them will be when they grow up. I see them working cows, fixing fences and the boys hauling Trav around rather than vice versa.

Do not lose heart

2012-05-23T13:23:00.003-04:00

I read a blog a few weeks ago and it was a mother explaining her daily routine and the struggles she faced as a mother. I could have written that post myself. There are days, as a stay at home mom, that I just feel beaten. You know, throw up the white flag because I surrender. Just let them have it, because I obviously have no control over this situation to begin with. Nope, that's not going to work. I've been given these children by God. He has trusted me with them and for that I must not give up. The mother quoted Galations 6:9

"and let us not grow weary while doing good, for in due season we shall reap if we do not lose heart."

The minute I read those words I began to cry. So many days, I lose heart. The feeling of defeat overcomes me and I often ask, what exactly is my purpose? My purpose is to be an example for my children. I don't have all the answers, I don't do everything right, my house is more often a mess than not, and my boys well, they're boys. They're rambunctious, loud, and oh so messy... but that's okay. I'm really trying to slow down and enjoy the fact that they are only this size for such a short, short time. I know nothing else besides being a mom. I asked myself earlier this week, what exactly would you do if you had to go back to a 9-5 job. Honestly, the only thing I could come up with was either back to the doctors office I came from (because I still had a friend there that could possibly get me on), or it would be good 'ole Target or Wal-Mart. I think a lot of times I forget that what I'm doing this very day is what I dreamed about and prayed for as a teenager. I remember telling friends, I'm not going to college, I just want to be a mom.

God gave me the desires of my heart and how dare I to ever take that for granted. All to often I allow my negativity to completely blind me from positive thinking. The sermon in church last Sunday was about the habit of negativity. Negativity can push us to act out of fear, not faith. I'll admit sometimes I'm fearful that I'm failing when it comes to being a mother. I have to seek God more in those times. By having faith and trusting that He will give me the patience, wisdom, and strength during those times. Our pastor shared with us that sometimes something negative is God's only way to get our attention. I've thought on that and read over my notes from last weeks service and I really think God is showing me that I get a lot of snappy answers, attitude, and grouchy-ness from the boys because they see it and get that from me. A dear friend of mine touched on this topic earlier today. How can we ask our kids/spouse to be something that we're not willing to do ourselves? Hmm... where's the wading boots, cause it's getting deep in here! I can't expect that my boys will have kindness, gentleness, and politeness if they're leader *umm, hello... that's me* isn't showing the same.

"Do all things without complaining and disputing.." Philippians 2:14

I guess I'm sharing this so that I can be held accountable for my own actions. I need to learn this myself before I can teach it. I'm not perfect, never claimed that I was but I feel led to share that I'm not living a fairy tale over here. It's real stuff. There's some attitudes flying (sometimes toys-boys, put that down), voices being raised, sourpuss, Oscar the grouch likeness going on around here. However, I pray that God will soften my heart and allow me to become more patient, understanding, and more real with my children, family, and friends.

Time for the show

2012-05-01T20:50:00.000-04:00

About two weeks ago at bedtime, Travis put on a puppet show for the boys. This has since become a nightly routine. They cackle and laugh like you wouldn't believe. They've had a donkey in the puppet show, a monkey, a dog, and last night it was a monkey. I grabbed my camera to snag these and I couldn't be happier.

It's not often I get to catch little moments like these, but they are the ones I'm most in love with. These boys love their daddy so very much. Carter talks about growing up and being a farmer just like him and well, while Tucker still dreams of becoming a "Monker Truck Driver" a.k.a Monster Truck, he follows in Travis' every foot step. These three are my heart and soul. Without them I'm not really much to talk about.

Daily rush

2012-03-29T12:14:00.001-04:00

This morning was no different than any other morning. Oversleep, jump up, rush to the kitchen, let the dog out, beg the boys to get up, pour the cereal and milk, beg them to eat, yadda, yadda, yadda. You know how it goes, we've all been there. This morning I had some checks and what not that I had to get to the bank. That added to my already stressful state of mind. As I sat in the dark, writing out deposit slips, the orangeish glow from the bathroom lit up the room where I was. There was Carter, brushing his teeth. By no means has he inherited my rushed, go-go-go personality. He moves at a turtles pace most of the time. I sat there thinking, son, please hurry up. For whatever reason, I refrained from giving him a pep talk and just let him do his thing. I'm so glad I did because about a minute or so into it, I heard him start singing, "Oh, how I love Jesus... Oh, how I love Jesus!" then I heard the sound of teeth being brushed, then a nice fat spit into the sink followed by, "Oh, how I love Jesus!" In the chaos of a school morning, God used my sweet boy to bless me. I truly do believe my heart smiled at that moment. What a sweet reminder that today is from God, each moment a blessing.

We hurried on to school. He was all smiles, as he typically is. As I watched him walk away I thought to myself, oh, what will he become, will he always have that joy, a song in his heart? I pray that he never loses the cheerfulness he has today. When I returned home I did my bible study for the morning and it was Ephesians 6:7-8, "with goodwill doing service, as to the Lord, and not to men, knowing that whatever good anyone does, he will receive the same from the Lord..." We have the opportunity each and every day to bless someone. Being of goodwill and with a good attitude we can change our outlook and that of others. I was grateful that my six year old reminded me before 7:30 a.m., that our lives are a blessing. Whether we're at school, work, or at home working with our small children all things should be done whole heartedly and for the glory of God.

Tea time for Tucker

2012-02-16T16:44:00.000-05:00

What kid doesn't get special treatment when they go to Nana's? My boys are no exception to that rule. My mom, Nana, and Travis' mom, Granny, always make the boys feel super extra special. One weekend they stayed with Nana and when I came to pick them up they were having "tea time". Their tea was white, better known as milk but they were having a blast. Watching Tucker dip his tiny little hand into that little white cup was the cutest thing. Carter's hand was borderline too big.

This little kiddo is always doing things that are so darn cute. He is the sneakiest of sneaky snakes though! He's like the saying, "here one minute, gone the next!" All kids move at lightning speed but Tucker could have them all beat. Once again, I found him on the front porch playing guitar for the cows. Precious, just absolutely precious.

God love him!

Livestock Auction

2012-02-16T16:27:00.000-05:00

Every Monday and Wednesday, Travis loads up and heads out to the livestock auctions nearby. Carter was off from school so we decided we'd go along for the trip. If you've never been to a livestock auction, let me explain it to you. Our auction consists of lunch, a front row seat, and an aroma that you will never forget.

Travis has fond memories of these auctions from when he was Carter's age. Carter is making those same memories. Like his Daddy, he thoroughly enjoys the fried chicken, corn, mashed potatoes and biscuits they serve each week for lunch.

Yep, I did it. I caught him... then he caught me catching him!

After lunch, they walk the "board walk" as I call it, to view the livestock that will be auctioned off that day. There's a lot going on behind the scenes of an auction that I had never taken into account before. Each cow/bull/yearling is placed in the appropriate area and they have quite the system when it comes to sending these cows through the arena.

After they looked things over it was off to our front row seats. Then, the buying begins. I'd be lying if I said I didn't contemplate scratching my nose or stretching my arms. Granted I didn't have a white card in my hand, I still fear they'll think I'm wanting to buy and let's just be honest.... I have no clue!

Carter sits anxiously on his seat waiting for Travis to nod his head, or lift his buyers card. Nothing. No lift of the card, no nod of the head. Poor kid is completely disappointed. He can't seem to understand that you don't have to buy each time you go to the sale. He thinks, like his momma does when she shops, you HAVE to come home with something, right?! Good thing he's a cow shopper and not mall shopper!!!

The day winds down and we head home. It's back to the farm with the cows and donkeys we go. There's no place like home, that's for sure!!! I thoroughly enjoyed my day with two of my fellas. Can't wait until little T is old enough to sit through it.

Summer Waves, Jekyll Island, Georiga

2012-02-16T15:21:00.000-05:00

We took a little vacation to Jekyll Island, Georgia this past summer. The boys had a blast. The water park, Summer Waves was a huge hit. Catching little crabs was also a big highlight. Having a few days of down time to just enjoy each others company and make memories with the boys was totally worth it. When you get away from home, even for three days, you realize how busy your life really is.

We enjoyed time in the pool, walking on the beach, but the water park was probably everyones favorite. I was sure Tucker would be a bit hesitant at first. Wrong! He was all about the water slide. Loved it, believe it or not! Again, and again, and again. It's all he wanted to do!

The big slides were Carter's favorite. Oh, and how could I forget the big splash bucket?! I think they would have stayed there all day under that thing.

Luckily, Granny Pullet helped keep Tucker on his feet. There was so much force behind that thing it would have knocked the poor guy out! All the adults took their turn down the twisty, turny, slide.

We made a late night trip to Dairy Queen for ice cream. I think everyone else that was on vacation had the exact same idea. Sugar high is what we left with. A truck load of little children hyped up like you wouldn't believe.

All in all, we had a great time. Looking forward to sunny, warm weather so we can do it all again!!!

He's a character

2012-02-15T15:05:00.000-05:00

These pictures say it all. He's a bit theatrical. I promise, all the drama comes from T-rav's genes, not mine. It's all from their Pappy! Ha!

As for Tucker, he's a bit more serious. Not quite as dramatic as his ~~momma~~ brother tends to be on occasion! I promise when I say the dramatic stuff comes straight from their Daddy!

Brothers, best pals forever

2012-02-15T14:56:00.000-05:00

The boys are getting to the stage where they actually enjoy playing together. Tucker is still more hot headed then Carter. Carter tries to be as patient as he can with Tucker. They're mischievous together. Carter usually eggs Tucker on, but then again Tucker doesn't need much egging.

From playing in the pasture, to water troughs, to the bathtub they're loads of fun! Without a shadow of a doubt, they are all b.o.y! They'll find the freshest pile of cow poo to step in, they love to play in the water troughs or throw the dog in, and bath time is just a big party for these two! Bath toys are useless. It's no fun unless you have fifteen or twenty matchbox cars in the tub, along with tractors, cows, trains... you name it. Whatever happened to rubber ducky?! He's a thing of the past here. Bath time usually entails me ~~cleaning~~ mopping the floors. How can two little people manage to get so much water on the floor? Hmm...

They're plotting against me in this picture, I promise!

As I've said a thousand times, it's their giggles that make me enjoy the moment. Those giggles that come from way down, deep inside. The ones that take Tucker's breath, the one that makes Carter cackle at the top of his lungs. I can't get enough of them. If I could etch that sound into my memory and play it over and over again as life progresses, I would. The boys remind me that it's the little things in life. It's water dripping down the wall, bubbles on their heads, toys all over the floor, and the normal chaos of our typical days.

A couple months back, you know when the black dirt was a daily happening, I finally got some fun bath pictures of these critters. Bath time is almost the most chaotic part of our day. You put any two kids in the bathtub fill it with toys and see what happens. I guarantee you there will be water everywhere with those giggles from deep down inside that I was talking about.

Hot Summer Days

2012-02-15T14:24:00.000-05:00

The dreadfully hot days of Summer almost seem unbearable at times. When your kids sweat after being outside for just a matter of minutes, you know it's hot! However, my two could care less about the heat they just want to be outside playing in the dirt and the water hose.

There's a favorite summer snack around these parts, the watermelon. My boys eat their weight in watermelon. I've learned that this sweet little snack is much better prepared outside. They make the messiest of messes. There is juice everywhere, seeds flying by your head as they have seed spitting contests, and their clothes well... if the juice gets on 'em, you can just about throw them in the play clothes stack. They're usually done for.

Then there's the "black dirt". Oh, the dreaded black dirt. If there is black dirt, my children are just drawn to it. I've come accustomed to it now. It's a part of who we are. White socks=dingy grey socks. I vividly remember as a little girl, my momma saying, "Jennifer! put your shoes on or take your socks off!" I am being paid back ten fold for ignoring this request as a child. I buy new, pearly white socks only for them to turn dingy within a week. I give up. Grey it is for the Higg boys.

It's not about the socks. It's not about keeping the boys clean, it's about them enjoying their time as kids. The day that I sat on the porch and shot the pictures of them playing in the "black dirt" is one I'll never forget. For the longest time they had no clue that I was taking pictures of them. That's usually the pictures I end up liking the most. Dirt covered faces, clothes, and skin. They play so hard they even get dirt in places we won't discuss.

Just look at their faces and smiles, you can't tell me they weren't having a great time. I think the best part was when Carter walked away for a minute and Tucker spotted his McDonald's cup. He took off and drank as if he were a camel in the desert. Poor Carter came back to an empty cup. This night I had to beg and plea with them to wrap it up and come inside for their baths. Boys will be boys, I suppose.

These days are quick. When they grow up and have kids of their own, I hope they remember days like this. Dirt, giggles, tractors, and each other.

Carter turns SIX!

2012-02-15T14:04:00.000-05:00

Six. Six fun, exciting, heart warming, blessed years. A giggle that is unmistakable, eyes that still sparkle as bright as they did when he was a baby. He has such a sweet spirit and always wants to please us. He loves playing in the dirt, singing at the top of his lungs, watching livestock auctions and Call of the Wild man-"WOO HOO, Live action!"

I sound like my mom when I say, it seems like just yesterday that we were watching him learn to walk. I look at pictures over the past few months and all the baby-ness of his little face is disappearing. The chubby cheeks, the tiny hands and feet, all but a sweet memory in my mind now.

Your first born always holds a sweet spot in your heart. They're the one that teaches you that you can love something on this earth more than life itself. If your not a mother yet, or a dad, you really don't understand what true love is about. He's made us proud from day one and continues to do so with each day that passes.

I love his sweet hugs that come out of the middle of nowhere. I truly believe that his giggle will be what always makes me smile. He has such an amazing outlook on each day. As most kids do, he sees it as fun. Find the adventure, make the moment, enjoy. Again, I learn from him.

For his birthday, we celebrated with family at the bowling alley. To say that he had fun is a complete and utter understatement. He thoroughly enjoyed himself. Of course, there was that giggle. He's a tad bit competitive but that's okay. He had a transformer birthday cake and ribs from Cross Creek. I do believe he received every transformer on the market.

When I tuck my babies in bed on the night of their birthday, I can't help but be extra grateful for the sweet year the Lord has given us with this child. It is my prayer that God will continue to bless Carter's life. I pray that in all ways He will seek God first. May his life be filled with the joy, happiness, contentment and love that it is right now. I pray that he grows up to love God with all of him. It is my duty as a momma to teach him the love of Christ. Although I may fail from day to day, I pray that he will one day look back and remember that I taught him to love Jesus and honor Him.

Carter-bug, I love you more than you will ever understand. I love your eagerness to learn. Your forgiving heart is so tender and sweet. You bring sunshine to our cloudy days and excitement to the boring ones. Your giggle is music to my ears. May your life be all you ever dream of. Make your dreams come true and don't settle for less than you deserve. If you dream it, chase it. Remember, always, that your momma is on your side and cheering you on each step of the way. Love Jesus, love others, and share your joy with everyone. Sweet blessings and all my love to you! xoxo-Momma.

Welcome to First Grade

2012-02-15T13:59:00.000-05:00

Exactly how did I go and get myself a first grader? Seriously, is he really old enough to be in first grade? It's true, it's very, very true. As the day drew closer for school to start, Carter begged to ride the bus to school. I couldn't bare the thought so he still rides with me. However, I do let him ride in the afternoons. Baby steps, right?

Day one of this new adventure started with smiles and his favorite, Lucky Charms. Not necessarily the best breakfast in the world but it's what he wanted. Is it normal for momma's to get a little choked up as these milestones pass? Life as a mother is so bittersweet. I love seeing him learn new things and growing but I really do wish there was some way I could bottle up the littleness of him.

After the routine first day of school pictures, we were off to school. He was grinning from ear to ear. He definitely is not shy. He was roaring to go! School started back a few days before his birthday. Typically it starts right after his birthday. He was super excited that for once he'd get to be the kid in class celebrating his birthday. That Friday he proudly wore his birthday boy shirt and we celebrated with cupcakes.

The school year is well underway now (I'm blogging in February 2012... so far behind). Carter is doing great and loving every minute. He reads like a champ!! They have an Accelerated Reading (A.R.) program at his school and I'm proud to say he's in the top five for his class!! Way to go, Carter-bug!! He's in the walk-run club and will be running in the Gate River Run this Spring. Super exciting.

He also ran his first race back in the winter. It was just over a mile and he finished strong with Travis at his side.

Mud boggin' & "MonKer trucks!"

2012-02-15T13:54:00.000-05:00

Mud, big trucks, loud engines, and boys go hand in hand. One weekend we decided to ride to one of the local mud bogs, Soggy Bottoms. The boys were both super excited. They could not wait for us to park so they could unbuckle and start watching. Tucker was in sheer amazement. He loves him a good 'ole "monker" truck. Anything with the slightest bit of a lift on it, is a monker truck.

Watching the two of them hoot and holler reminds me that they will one day be teenagers... heaven help me. I have a feeling they'll find their way to the big mud holes. If they hoot and holler the way they do now at six and two, how on earth will they act when they are sixteen and nineteen?! Oh boy.

They weren't very happy when we started to leave and are still asking to go back from time to time. We're taking them to the Monster Truck Jam in a few weeks to celebrate Tucker's birthday. He can not wait!!!

Eucharisteo... thankful.

2012-02-15T13:51:00.000-05:00

I must admit, I've been absolutely horrible lately when it comes to blogging. Life just seems to get so busy that finding the time to sit down here and jot about our life takes a back burner. Summer has come and gone. Fall came and went. School started back and we found ourselves with a big first grader. Carter is doing great and loving every minute of it. The holidays crept up on us quick! The year just flew by. I'm going to do my very best to catch up.

Our summer was slammed full... of nothing. We didn't do a lot but we seemed to stay busy. How exactly does that happen? The boys spent the days playing on the water-slide, or in side playing with whatever the toy of the day was. A lot of the days were spent indoors trying to keep cool. Our Summer was very hot. We did spend a couple days at the beach with family. The boys enjoyed the water-park, the walks on the beach and the many hours spent in the pool. I do believe they are real boys and not fish... sometimes. I must admit though I really tried to just slow down and enjoy them being little. They're changing with each passing day. It's like watching a movie and you want to rewind to watch your favorite part again, but I don't have that option.

Carter, is Carter. Full of life, spunk, excitement, and fun. He's always up for an adventure. He's a giggle waiting to happen. He's eyes that sparkle even when he's sad. He has a heart that is so tender. His arms squeeze me tight and without saying a word his eyes say, I love you. He's curious about growing up, and as much as I want him to be frozen in this moment, I know that God has great plans ahead for him. For this sweet child, I'm so very thankful.

Our big boy turned six on August 19. Wow. Six, really? I'd be lying if I said to you that as each year passes my heart is saddened some. I watch him going from a little boy, playing with matchbox cars to a big boy wanting to join new clubs at school and reading books... all by his self. Not a day goes by that I don't stand back and watch him and thank God for placing him in my life. As Summer grew to a close and school was on the horizon, the excitement to see his friends grew. Oh how that is a fond memory of my childhood, as well. Just like his momma always did, he walked into that first grade classroom with no hesitations. A smile on his face (that you couldn't wipe away), shoulders back and ready to get the show on the road. I'm so grateful for his independence, his self esteem and the sweet spirit he has about him. I pray that as the school year continues on, that he'll face each day with that smile! One day after school when I picked him up from the bus stop he looked at me and said, "Momma, I got a yellow... I'm so sorry." A yellow means he didn't obey and his name was turned. That night as I tucked him in bed he told me that he wasn't a good kid because he got a yellow. I begged to differ. He is a good kid. I encouraged him and told him that we all have good days and bad days. He just had an off day and that he needed to pray and ask God to help him to be a better listener and to help him obey his teacher. As I walked out of the room I could hear his whisper from the top bunk, "please God help me to get a green tomorrow." The simplest of prayers, but God still hears them. I closed that door and just smiled. My heart was blessed knowing that he's learning to seek God. The next day as he got in the truck he said, "MOMMA! I prayed last night and I got a green!"

Tucker's been keeping me on my toes. He wasn't pleased with Carter starting back to school. The mornings have been a bit different with just me and him. He's growing so fast, too. He's talking up a storm and full of life. He's curious about everything, and I do mean everything.

His little hands, always up to something. He is lost while Carter is at school. Not really sure what to do, what to play, or even what shows to watch. Usually around 1:00 he will start asking for Carter. When I say, "let's go get Bubba!" You'd think it was Christmas morning. His eyes light up and he runs out the door to the truck. He'd always rather be outside than inside, even if it's raining. I love watching him run through the yard and the sun makes it sparkle with the prettiest golden, red hue. I'm loving his hair right now. It's crazy, out of control. We have to soak it down each morning before taking Carter to school. We attempted to potty train in the past few weeks, he's just not ready. How do I know, you might ask... because he thinks the pantry is the greatest place to "make water". So... we'll wait a little longer to press the issue. He now counts to fifteen, sings his ABCS's and to hear him sing "twinkle, twinkle little star..." melts my heart each and every time. He asks for it each night when it's bedtime. He's becoming more independent each month. He wants so badly to do what Carter does. He is still Travis' little shadow. He loves riding the pastures with Trav in the new work truck. He stands up in the seat so tall and thinks he's so grown. For his shyness, sparkling blue eyes, and sweet kisses, I'm thankful.

How is it even after the most hectic of days I can put these two precious little ones to bed and still find myself in awe of them? They fill my heart full of happiness by the joys they bring to my life. So many times I find myself just rubbing their heads as they drift off to sleep and all I can think is, "thank you, Lord." That's not even nearly enough to say, for they truly are the sweetest and most precious joys of my life. They remind me daily that we only get once chance at this. One chance to smile, laugh, enjoy, take it all in. One chance to watch them giggle until their breathless. One chance to take in the sweet sounds of their voices chatting away in the backseat. Yet again, I find myself thankful.

I recently read a book called, "One Thousand Gifts" and it has been a complete reminder to me that this is it. In each moment that God allows me to breathe, there is beauty. There is joy, a blessing to be bestowed upon me. God has allowed the author of this book to remind me to be thankful. How often do I allow countless moments of my day to go by without giving thanks, Eucharisteo. Oh how I long to be thankful for every aspect of my life. The joyful, happy times, and even the gloomy, dark times. Please dear Lord, open my eyes that I may see you in each moment. May my children watch and learn from me that true joy, a fulfilled life comes from a relationship with Christ. May they learn by actions to be thankful for everything in this tiny piece of the world we live in.

Will you take time out today to seek the Eucharisteo in your life? It's all around us. Every moment of every day there is something to be thankful for. I highly suggest the book, One Thousand Gifts. If you're interested in reading it, click the link below and order yours today!

When he's not looking

2011-09-11T12:56:00.000-04:00

I love catching the boys doing things when they have no clue that I'm looking. This morning, I heard the front door slam shut and I knew that our little mischief man, Tucker, had escaped once again. As I headed out to get him, I noticed he had his guitar in his hands. I stopped dead in my tracks, turned back around and went for my camera. When I came back he was strumming the remaining two strings and singing his little heart out. If I would have tried, there is no way I could have removed the smile that was on my face. He was in his own world, completely content, and loving every minute of his guitar playing. As I watched him strum a tune for our dog, Cowboy, I couldn't help but think would he still have a love for music when he's older? He didn't once have a clue I was taking these shots through the window and the front door. So glad I was able to catch these... I must say, they're some of my favorites!

Shadow

2011-08-30T13:18:00.000-04:00

He looks just like him. He acts, smiles, and grins just like him. I'm talking about Tucker. He couldn't be anymore Travis if I tried to make him. This little boy is a sport now. He was bound and determined that he was going to help Travis with our garden.

I know I say it probably way to much, but how can children grow so quickly? It's like you wake up one day and the child they were yesterday is a thing of the past. They're into new things, they're saying new stuff, they just amaze me. It never ceases to amaze me at how well they are at mimicking our every move. Think about that, that's a deep thought. We must be great examples for our little shadows or we could lead them the wrong way.

It is my prayer that God will allow the words of my mouth to be kind, the steps of my feet slow and steady. May I always think before I act so that my shadows will learn to live in love, and peace. I'm just human and I make mistakes, but I can do my best each day to better them as they grow.

Field to the Hill 2011

2011-08-30T12:57:00.000-04:00

Travis and I are members of the Florida Farm Bureau. In May, we had the opportunity to represent our county in Washington, D.C. for the annual field to the hill meeting. We packed up and headed north with four other Farm Bureau members. When we arrived in D.C. we headed to the hotel to drop our stuff and then it was out to do some sight seeing.

The buildings were beautiful. I enjoyed our visit to D.C., but I'm certain that D.C. is not the place for this country girl. Give me dirt roads, small towns, and the peace and quiet we have here on Cow Bird Lane. The lifestyle in D.C. is fast passed, go-go-go, and I really don't think the people ever sleep. I've never been on the Metro, or a subway. Wow. You either pay attention, or you get left. That's it, end of story. As Thomas and I learned, you have to watch the map and make certain of where you need to get off or you'll ride the metro for a good 15 minutes that you didn't need to ride! Good thing we had T-rav with us!

We visited China town, the local Target which by the way is two stories, and it's nothing like what we have here at home. Oh, and if you buy something don't think they'll just bag it for you. Oh no, get ready to pay for that bag! Sure enough. China town, again... not my cup of tea. Travis and Thomas were ready to eat at the first little restaurant we came too. Me, not so much. I wanted something I knew what it was. We settled for a burger joint that was delish!

Overall, we had a fun time in D.C. We met with our congressman, walked through some tunnel that you were not supposed to go through unless you were escorted by someone of much higher authority, oops! We ate at some great little restaurants, but most important to me was visiting the site where our friend Casey Watters was laid to rest in Arlington.

Let me just say what a humbling experience this was. Travis and I opted to view Arlington for ourselves. We did not take a tour, we walked down the quiet streets to the place where Casey rests in peace. As we came closer, I could feel the emotions stirring inside of me. A thankfulness, sadness, and then the thought of how many young men and women have laid their lives down for our country. I've watched movies, documentaries, read books and saw countless pictures of this place, Arlington. Not one of them can hold a candle to the emotions you will feel as you stand and look for as far as the eye can see of the white headstones. Humbling is truly the only way I can describe it. I felt a tear trickle down my cheek as I stood to the side of Casey's grave.

I stood in silence. Thankful for Casey, his life, and the bravery he showed our country. Thankful that I had the chance to meet him, his family and I prayed that God would comfort his family as I'm sure they miss him each and every day. We started our walk back to the main building when we looked to our right and there on the hill was a horse drawn carriage. A family, dressed in black walked behind the carriage. Atop the carriage was a casket covered with our American flag. We stopped in respect of this soldier. As if viewing Arlington wasn't enough to speak to you but to watch a service underway really spoke to my heart. We would not have the freedom we have it weren't for the many soldiers that rest in peace in Arlington, and the ones that are on the front lines of battle this very moment. I must say that visiting Arlington was by farm my most favorite part of the trip. It touched me in more ways than one.

Kindergarten Field Day

2011-08-30T12:36:00.000-04:00

Kindergarten was filled with super fun days! Carter always enjoyed going, he never complained, and he always looked forward to P.E. day. When he found out there would be a field day he was on cloud nine! He ran in four of the races and did his very best. The determination on his face was too cute. The even started off with the Cha Cha Slide. Carter LOVES to dance, and the Cha Cha Slide is one of his favorites!

As I stood on the sideline before one of the races, I looked over to see him and two other classmates placing their hands on top of each other. I smiled from ear to ear, they were a team! They ran as fast as they could and although they didn't win, they were still winners. You couldn't wipe the smiles from their faces.

Tucker was doing his own stunts that day, pole climbing with Papa Donnie!

Puddle Jumpers

2011-08-30T12:26:00.000-04:00

The boys are truly growing quicker than I ever dreamed possible. It seems like we were just playing outside while Tucker looked on from his bouncy seat. Now he's bouncing right along with Carter. Everything Carter does, Tucker does. If Carter says it, Tucker says it. There really is a bond between these two little boys that blesses my heart each and every day.

A few rain showers passed through our area and what do boys do? Boys find the mud. Big boys, and little boys. When I looked out from the back porch I saw Carter making his way towards the biggest puddle he could find. It was just mere seconds and Tucker was hot on his trail. Moments later, Travis joined in the fun. Their giggles still ring in my ear. I really don't know who was having the most fun. The boys, Travis, or me as I watched on. It's moments like these that I hear God telling me to take it in, embrace it, and forget the possible stained clothes or the fact that the sun is setting and bedtime awaits. This is the moment.

Mud was flying, giggles coming from both of the boys, Travis speeding around on the four-wheeler (dangerous... well, you know), and me just standing there in the driest spot I could find. Secretly, I was hoping that they would not even think about getting me as dirty as they were!

They weren't happy when the mud party was over, but that's how the cookie crumbles. I believe that they would go to bed dirty if I would let them. Must be a boy thing.

I sure do love these muddy fellows!!

Tucker Tuesday...

2011-08-30T12:17:00.000-04:00

What do I say? I've been lost in the moments of summer. I kept telling myself, 'you need to blog, you need to blog', it never happened. But, here I am and what a better way to start than with this adorable little face. It's Tuesday, so in our world, it's Tucker Tuesday!

Fishing

2011-06-08T13:14:00.000-04:00

Carter has been begging to go fishing. I told Travis we had to take him since we had nothing else planned. I love seeing Carter get so excited about spending time with Travis, doing "boy things". Tucker, he's always along for the ride!

I must say all these boy activities, secretly have me wanting a little girl to share things with. Sure, I like to fish, ride four wheelers, play in the mud but I don't think the boys will ever be on board to go for a pedicure with me, or shopping. For now, I suppose I'll just continue to pray and see what God has in store for us and if it's not a little package of pink, I pray for wives for my boys that will love their ma-in-law!

For now, I'll be in the mud, on the back of the four wheeler, or hanging out by the pond if you need me.

Happy to be a Momma!

2011-06-08T12:56:00.000-04:00

Nothing beats being a mother. There are trying times but the happy, fun, memorable times out weigh those trying times by a country mile!

Tucker didn't want to have his picture made with me, so... it's just me & Cart this year!

Happy Mother's Day 2011!

Simple Saturday mornings

2011-06-08T12:53:00.000-04:00

Simple and Saturday, do those two words even belong in the same sentence? I love the Saturday mornings that we wake up and just hang out at the house. The morning I took this picture was just that. There were chores to be done, laundry piled high, and we were staying home. The boys and Trav went outside and when I looked out the screen door this is what I saw.

I love seeing the three of them together. It's often like I'm on the outside of their world looking in, and I love that. Granted this is just them fixing up a monster tricycle, thanks to Uncle Thomas, I still love the simplicity of the pictures. I love my three fellas with everything I have in me.

He's going to hate me for this

2011-06-08T12:47:00.000-04:00

I asked Carter to go out and feed Cowboy. He had already taken a bath and was in his jammers (better known as his under-roos and t-shirt), but he ran out the back door looked for some shoes and as I saw him walk off the back porch I knew I had to grab my camera immediately to get his picture. When I made it to the barn, he was coming out the door. He looked at me and tilted his head to the side and said, "where are you going to put these pictures?" Does he know me, or what?!

Just look at his face, he knows he's doomed!

He's so funny!

God love him, I just couldn't resist. He's such a good sport. I just hope he remembers the laughs we had when his future girlfriends/wife see this photo one day!!! I love you Carter, thanks for being such a fun kid!