*singing loudly and out of key* Happy Birfday to you! Happy Birfday to you! Happy Birfday, Dear Mommy! Happy Birfday to you! And many more!!! *end bad singing*

I love you, Mom! I hope you are having a wonderful birfday!!! And I can’t wait to see you!!!

I truly thank God, and especially on this day, that he gave me you as my mother!

Thank you abundantly for willingly providing to me such a love that overlooked so many faults and mistakes, that this child never doubted she was cherished, despite her treasury of shortcomings and weaknesses.

Thank you immensely for the abundance of patience you rendered to this child, who was so lacking in common sense that she was still considered a blonde long after those shining golden locks of a tot began to dim.

Thank you for teaching me that a husband, for the benefit of his children, must love their mother ardently, which by God’s grace, this child and her children have indeed had the good fortune to receive.

Each year my gratitude for your mothering increases. As my life continues to change as a woman, wife and mother, I recognize more and more sacrifices that you cheerfully made for this child, who is still overwhelmed at the extent of such sacrifices. Each time I recognize something new, I am astonished and embarrassed that it is just now that I have eyes to see such things.

May God greatly bless you, uphold you and grant you long life!!!

Children. Their sins are so easy to spot. I see him reaching for a Q-tip. I tell him “no.” He grabs the Q-tip and runs away from me, like the dickens, to the living room where his father is. I tell My Hubby, “He has a Q-tip and he’s running towards you.”

The child lives in a house with 3 people. He knows we’re all here. He knows we can all see him. He knows we communicate with one another. He knows, if nothing else, from experience, that he cannot escape his parents. He knows we stop him when he disobeys. He knows we correct his actions when he disobeys. Yet he disobeys, with vigor, as if we will not know, as if we will not see, as if we will not act, as if there will be no consequences . . .

And that is me . . . though perhaps more sophisticated . . . I sin before my Creator, Lord God Almighty, as if I do not know He is here; as if I do not think He can see me; as if I do not know that I cannot escape God; as if I do not know that God thwarts wickedness; as if I do not know that God will, because I belong to him and bear his mark, correct my actions when I disobey. Yet I disobey, with vigor, as if God will not know, as if God will not see, as if God will not act, and as if there will be no consequences . . .

I am so child-like. I just wish it were in the way of which God speaks favorably. Matthew 18:1-6.

Get me tickets to see John Mayer live . . . preferably in a small venue . . . or at least front row seats . . . but preferably a small venue.

Is that really too much to ask?!?

For you reformed readers out there, I do have an argument as to why he’s reformed - even if he doesn’t realize it - which will be provided upon request.

And in particular, kids are weird!

Librarian in a Basket.

We had a fun family day on the 4th!

We were able to do most of the traditional things: hot coals grilling our beefy hamburgers and hot dogs; chocolate faces and fingers from homemade chocolate chip cookies;

The Boy Playing

swimming pools made of plastic; children spraying/splashing their parents; parents warning their children not to spray or splash them; lots of sunscreen; a little beer; and plenty of Louisiana heat and humidity about which to complain.

Sissy Playing

The Boy was just so happy to be outside AND playing in water. For those of you who are unaware, until recently, the only times The Boy really cried was when we would take him out of the bathtub or would bring him inside from playing outside. (However, much to our dismay, he has broadened his horizons and will cry about other things now.)

Sissy doing what she termed “The Whale”

Sissy had a fun time jumping and running and sliding in the pool. And if you hadn’t guessed, she is the culprit who takes great delight in attempting (and oftentimes successfully accomplishing) the saturation of her parents mama!

Sissy also developed The Whale, as illustrated herein. It was pretty funny! I am not convinced the pictures do it justice.

Hydrating

Dad also rescued a little baby bird from certain ill-fate, when he spotted her right before he ran over her with the lawn mower! We tried to nurse “Tweety-Bird Sissy” back to health. We prepared a comfy, cushy basket for her (which you can see behind The Boy as he’s drinking his juice), gave her fresh water (she liked to climb in the little bowl of water like a bath), and offered her a shot glass of flaxseed (that’s all we had!). Unfortunately, Tweety-Bird Sissy did not make it. But we think she was at least more comfortable in her last hours.

Resting

And due to popular demand, we watched Star Whores again!

Then . . . Well . . . As is the tradition on all the best of holidays, we took a nap.

That Baby Boy (he hasn’t quite gotten rid of the nickname, yet)! I am convinced he’s got a James Dean thing goin’ on!

To begin, let me emphasize the fact that the boy is persistent. He is continually testing to see if something is still forbidden (despite the fact that I have told him “no” on numerous previous occasions).

Further, he’s got this rebel attitude to go along with his actual rebellion. Let me illumine your minds with an example: As soon as The Boy is caught holding something he should not have, he looks at me, bright-eyed, like the proverbial deer in the headlights, drops it, then walks towards me, as if nothing has happened, and smiles at me with this huge, winsome, and, if I am being honest, irresistible grin on his shiny, ruddy little face. And of course, his beautiful blue eyes are twinkling at me the whole time!

He is such a stinker!

And soooo cute . . . that it is very hard to correct him!

In fact, when I was walking into the den the other day, he had gotten a hold of the remote control (one of those forbidden items he just can’t seem to resist). He was standing directly in front of the TV and was just pushing buttons like a mad man. When he realized that he was changing the channels, he started laughing hysterically – like a villain who thought he had just conquered the world. I must confess that I could not immediately correct him! It was all I could do to walk out of the room undetected so I could laugh, without encouraging this incorrigible little boy!

However, after regaining her composure, SuperMom returned to the den and restored world order - much to the shock and dismay of our favorite superhero-in-training.