Please excuse our mess...life happens here!

I have recently started a new fall women's bible study called, Captivating! We are only on our first week (okay 2nd, but the 1st week didn't really count) but I already can tell that it will change my life, for the better of course! Anyway, as we were talking today, I learned one very important thing:

 It doesn't matter that there are toys all over my house! A friend from class told me to look at it differently than just being a messy house. She told me to think of it as a house full of love. A house that has toys everywhere is a house with happy, loved and blessed children. My house being tidy is not what is important in life. What is important is that you have happy children who know the measure of your love for them. Those same happy children will also come to know how blessed they are.

 I am the person who rushes to pick things up before my friends or family get there so that they "think" our house is clean. They know that I am not perfect nor is my house, so frankly, who am I trying to fool? They also DON'T CARE what my house looks like. And if they do, then they probably aren't my true friends anyway! No longer will I clean my house for my guests!! Okay, i'm totally kidding about that, but I am learning that others don't really care what I do and don't do at my home, all they care about is my friendship and fellowship!

My mother-in-law has a tile in her kitchen that says, "This house is clean enough to be healthy, and dirty enough to be happy!" I never understood how true that was until recently...

Until next time, 

B 

Baby Powder Footprints

Yesterday was quite a day with my little munchkins! 
As I was on the phone in the office, I notice my little tornado running laps through the house. Into the office, through the kitchen and dinning room and then the living room...again and again and again! So yes, I was wondering whats up. I decide to take a little look see for myself! This is where my days turns upside down. 

As I make my way to the living room, I see what looks like a baby powder factory. Camden has dumped at least half a bottle of baby powder all over the living room. On couches, walls and tables. My dark floral rug is WHITE. It is a huge mess and by far the most amazingly, horrifically funny thing my son has ever done. Of course, in the moment I was madder than a hornet and wanted to strangle sit him in time out for the rest of the day, but later I was almost in tears laughing about it with my mom. 

After and hour (literally) of vacuuming and scrubbing, it was all clean... so I thought! As I am bending down to pick up the last shoe covered in baby powder I notice little white baby powder footprints trailing through the foyer. At this point, I just started laughing. As mad as I was, I was relieved that it was only baby powder and not chocolate or milk or juice, throughout my house. 

The whole time, Cooper is taking in the craziness that is his life...my sweet little innocent Cooper! 

For the rest of the afternoon into the evening I was still spotting little speckles of baby powder...God love that boy!!


After I was finished with this little shenanigan, I realized that I should have taken a picture or five for his baby book! So sorry there isn't evidence of his latest fiasco. Next time, and I am sure there will be a next time, we will take pictures for the world to see!

Until next time,

B