Oh, They Are Screaming Bloody Murder...

It's 8:20pm and both kiddles, N and Lil' Peanut are in their own beds, snuggled warmly from head to toe. But a raucous noise comes from both rooms and resounding off the walls and my ear drums. EESH!

Okay, 'experts' are always good at telling parents just what to do with your child, but I often wonder what those 'experts' actually do in their own homes with their own children? Hmmm...

It would be great to be a fly on one of their walls and to see if they actually walk the walk and talk the talk or are just giving all of us parents lip service.

Or could it be that those very 'experts' are on a high dosage of Xanax or other med so they don't have really have the same kind of problems the rest of us do. Having children who scream and cry or bite or sas back or hit or some other childhood angst.

So, as I'm writing this entry the two adorable kiddles are screaming their lungs out, but as soon as you go into their rooms they are laughing and smiling, as if they hadn't been creating havoc to their Momma's poor ears and heart.

So what to do? Go get them and laugh it all off together? Or let them cry it out? Take Xanax or a tranquilizer and go to bed? Or try to settle one down for sleep and then get the other calmed down as well. Such a dilemma!

What is a parent to do?

I actually have no clue but I'm sure I'll try something in the next few minutes or hours.

Just Thoughts @ 12:31 AM

I can't sleep because of thoughts rolling around in my mind.

I'm thinking of my kiddles, N and Lil' Peanut.

I am in awe of their presence in my life.

I ask the question, 'How did I deserve these two?'

My heart responds with, 'Silly, it's not that you deserved them, but that you were given them as gifts.'

'Oh, of course, silly me!' I say out loud to myself.

My life thus far has been interesting to say the least. But nothing can compare to being a parent. How amazing a journey it is so far.

I was holding N in my arms, helping him to reach a state of sleep. There in those tender moments I sighed deeply and with a great sense of peace and fulfillment.

His head on my shoulder, his legs dangling close to my knees, his arms wrapped around my arms, and oh the weight of him seemed weightless.

Oh, the sweetness of my life is overflowing with gratefulness.

I was laying in bed, listening to the quiet of our home, knowing I have been given two amazing and beautiful creatures to care for and raise up, as best as I can. Thank, god, that I don't have to do that all on my own.

I prayed for them.

I prayed that they would know how very much their momma and daddy love them and perhaps one day know and love jesus, in their own individual ways.

I prayed that religion would not get to the best of them and that their compassion would always remain present in any situation they find themselves in.

I prayed for another day with them...

Hearing them laugh, seeing them play, playing with them, and hugging them another time.

Oh, how I love and adore my wonderful kiddles!

Thank you, jesus.