Drifty

So  my posts have been a bit drifty these days…

I’ve been busy with other things…among other things…

You see there is a baby in the house. She LOVES kisses, and Mama’s arms! She adores her Paci, her Wubba Puppy, and her thumb. She is learning to play on her belly, to roll over, and how to scream in such a way that gets a Mama and a Papa to jump on her command.  She is very sweet. A little bit lazy. Over spoiled. Loved. And always in best form when Mama is wearing her. She has monster thighs, a rolly polly tummy, and deep dimples on her elbows. You can get lost in her bright blue eyes, and tempted by her fat bitable cheeks. She is our Lili. She keeps a mama running.

There is also a crazy boy hanging off my leg, who is one jump away from an emergency room visit. He loves to growl, to be a superhero, and spends a big part of his day locking up the bad guys. He is a bit sneaky, a little bit of a player, and loves a Mama’s lap! Coke and chocolate are his weak points, and his parent’s bribing tools. He likes to wear his clothes backwards. He comes alive at night, and is a snuggle boy in the wee morning. He is our Caleb. He keeps a mama running and looking for his pants!

Then there is a sweet little lady, always eager to please, and at that she succeeds. Her smile lights up the room. She is passionate, full of life and spunk. Her art supplies litter the floor, but her creations bring joy and color to her Mama’s heart. She is a princess to the core. She loves a good conversation, and a good argument. Oh, and her scream can be heard miles away! She is our Gabriella. She keeps a Mama running.

Have I mentioned the man in the house? He is the guy that gives laughter freely. His music wakes up the baby often, but nobody cares. He is happy which makes a mama happy. His arms are ready to embrace all four of us, and he does it often. He points us to God, and trusts Him above all other things. He drives us crazy with his teasing, and is by far our favorite in the house. He makes a mean peice of steak, and keeps the toilet bowl sparkling clean. He is the Papa. He is my Michael. He keeps the Mama sane. Oh and his new haircut leaves a Mama speechless…but that is a little bit rated.

So pardon me. If I am a bit drifty.