"But I'm trying...."

Tonight Cael got a nasty bump on his eyebrow and had quite the cry about it.  In my efforts to console him, I reminded him that I knew just how it felt.  "Remember the story I told you about when I got hurt there and had to get stitches." (my older brother Andrew threw a tin can at my head and it sliced open my brow.  He also pushed me off the bathroom counter causing my chin to split open...more stitches...but that's another story).

Apparently the mention of this story caused Isaac some serious concern.  He followed me with haste as I exited the room.

With a great look of hurt Isaac asked, "Mom.  Why was Uncle Andrew so mean to you?"

To which I replied, "Well...why are you mean to your brothers sometimes?"

As I go on to explain that siblings just get frustrated with each and hurt each other, etc, Isaac interrupts to answer my previous question.

"But, I'm not."  (frowning)  "I'm trying to do what is right.  I'm trying to be like Jesus."

His husky little voice was pleading for me to understand.

I was such a proud mama at that moment. 

Yes...he IS trying.  He's been praying for help every night to do just those things.

And so I reassured him...

"You are right.  You are trying hard, aren't you?"

and then taught him a small lesson about repentance and forgiveness...

"And I think Uncle Andrew was trying too.  Sometimes, even when we are trying, we still mess up.  Then we need to say we are sorry and try to do better."

He looked mighty relieved.  "Okay!" he says.

And off he went.

What a truly sweet (even if he is my most naughty) boy.

 

Time to get serious!?!

For the first time in my life, I have been carrying a bit of extra weight long term (okay, so there what that time after first getting married....).  I don't know whether the three miscarriages in the last year or my nightly indulgence of sweet sugary somethings is more to blame but it's become quite the problem.  The kids are even starting to notice.

The other day I was loading the kids up in the car.  As I strapped Kian in his seat I was taken aback by just how cute his big chubby cheeks were.  I said to him, "Oh Kian....why can't 'chubby' look so cute on everyone."  Gabe, walking up behind me says, "Chubby does look good on everyone."  To which I replied, while grabbing the rolls of fat that have found their home around my middle, "Well, it's not cute on me."  Gabe thinks about this for a second, shrugs his shoulders and says, "But it's not UGLY on you either."  Sweet unobservant boy.

I laughed....hard.  I could have kissed the boy (come to think of it I probably should have).

and... 


Yesterday, as I'm putting Isaac and Cael to bed, Isaac looks at me and says, "Why is your tummy getting bigger?" *OUCH* "Is there a baby in there?"  *Sigh*  "No," I replied, "There is not."  He just looked at me, as though he didn't believe me.  Poor confused kid.  The only time my kids have ever seen me "round" is when there IS a baby in there.


I think it may be time to get serious about eating more healthy and loosing this excess poundage. 

Not that it stops me from doing things (I finally signed up for the Omak Warrior Stampede which will be this Saturday) but it will make me feel more comfortable in my own skin (literally) and that's pretty important to me.

We'll see how it goes.  (I sound TERRIBLY motivated, don't I...he he he).

We call him Mr. "Mini Rob"...

Isaac REALLY is a "Mini Rob".  

Check out these two.

(photo cropped from my desktop birthday calendar for 2012)

From birth he looked so much like Roberto we just KNEW they were destined to be a lot alike.  And they are.

Today we celebrate his 5th birthday with a few of my most favorite photos (and one super CUTE video) of my Isaac (aka Little Lincoln).

Sweet Baby Boy #3

Isaac and Grandma H. sharing a tender moment (Love this pic!)

Isaac means "he who laughs"

"I wanna help unpack"

Always smiling

7 staples to the head and I'm STILL smiling

This boy LOVES him some bugs

Typical Isaac face

again...very typical

This naughty boy got into mommy's "feminine things"

and made a mess of flour and sugar

Makes one ADORABLE pirate

and a killer monkey face, too!

He's a completely loyal "boyfriend"

and loves to monkey around

Isaac is an energetic, rambunctious, very curious, even more independent, and extremely lovable boy.  He has kept me on my toes, and knees (in prayer) from the get go.  Our home wouldn't be complete without his dimpled smile and love for all things "little".  

I can't believe he is FIVE!

Love you Little Lincoln.  :)

I leave you with this incredibly adorable video taken on his first birthday (the quality stinks but still worth watching).  It brings a smile to my face EVERY TIME (and we've already watched it 20+ times between yesterday and today).

(actual birthday post to come later.  Be sure to come back and check out his super simple and super cool Batman birthday cake.  I'll even post a tutorial). 

Sweet things to hold on to...

A blast from the past...

Gabe (2 years old) worked on this dance routine for months!
He loved to dance. He STILL loves to dance.

Cael at 11 months
(the picture quality on our old camera was horrible)
But...his little head bob was hilarious.

Issac on his first birthday.
(same camera...same poor quality picture)
We still laugh and laugh at this video. He was so silly!

Kian at 3-4 months. HILARIOUS! DON'T SKIP THIS ONE!

Taken today:

I can't believe ALL of my boys have worn this outfit.

It's amazing!

Rare moments of the destructive and naughty

Tenderness

Treasuring a rare, quiet and tender moment of motherhood

Rare indeed.

Most of our "moments" are filled with purposefully destructive and naughty behavior (at least where a certain 3 year old is involved).

As evidenced:

Poor thing didn't even see it coming.



I refrained from yelling.

Kudos.

Calves any girl would die for...

We are ALWAYS getting comments about Isaac's legs...particularly his calves.

THEY ARE HUGE!

Especially for a three year old.

So today when he put on my heels...we just had to get a picture.

SASSY!

"Wook Mommy...I make my oawtmeaw"

It's not the first time I have come into the kitchen and found this:

(Makes it like his daddy....1 part oatmeal....3 parts brown sugar)

He's VERY independent....and thinks he's invincible.

Scary combination!

Hopefully he wont burn our house down!