A tribute to my children

I don't know if anyone watches Dr. Phil or not, but yesterday was quite the show. For those of you who didn't watch it was about a lady who hated her children. Like really hated them. I guess she truly must hate them if she was willing to risk going on national television and state this only for her children to see in future years along with her neighbors and the state department. For the record I hope her children get taken away from her. She doesn't deserve to raise little people. Ever. So watching it just made me so grateful for the children that God has given me. I know I'm certainly not the best mom in the world, yes there are times when I would like to hand my children over to my parents for a week (who wouldn't), and times when I wonder where I would be if I didn't have kids at the time I did (just a daydream). But who freakin cares. Those are my thoughts and wonders and have absolutely nothing to do with my children. That is all me. My selfishness, my daydreaming, my deal. My kids come first and I have been given a responsibility by God to raise them the best way I know how. Raising them up to be servants of Jesus Christ. So here is a little tribute to my beloved children who I couldn't imagine my life without.

My firstborn is my GABE. I mean seriously, who wouldn't love that kid?

here is my little Gabriel. He is growing up so quickly and has learned more things in his first year of school than he has in his whole life. He accepted Jesus Christ in the past two months and was baptized. He can read books now and is working on writing stories. He is a very smart boy who wants to play the electric guitar and fix up cars when he gets older. Such high aspirations. He is so sweet and caring to his mom and dad. Everytime he draws a picture for his dad he writes an OU sign on it somewhere. So cute. He wants his mommy to tickle his neck before he goes to bed every night. I don't mind most nights. I just eat it up because he's probably not going to want me to do that for much longer. He takes very good care of his sister and makes sure he is helping us raise her right. Always teaching her letters and addition. He is so skinny and loves to show off the fact that he can put his feet behind his head. He loves to eat anything sugary--except Whoppers and black, white, and green jellybeans.

And then there's ELLA. These are Ella's best friends at school--Ella R. Elizabeth, and Sophie. They are so little compared to Ella. She is the little mother hen to them all.

Ella is a fun-loving four-year-old that is almost as tall as her brother. She wants everything to do with princesses, dollies, puppies, kitchens, and painting fingernails. She is my little helper and is always up for doing whatever anyone needs help with. She even loves to clean her room if someone sits in there with her. Crazy. Ella is very disorganized, like her mother, but she always knows where a few things are--Jordy, her blankie, and her Disney princess book. I can leave Ella to play by herself for an hour or more without her interruptingn what I am do. She will just sit and talk to her animals and dollies. She loves to play school, dressup, Sunday School, and store with her cash register. She loves to eat whatever I will give her and ALWAYS says please and thank you without being told. Ella loves to be dropped off anywhere I will take her--church, school, a friends house. And she also loves it when I come to get her from those same places. She is very loving and does not like to see anyone cry or in pain.

I love the children that God has given me. I try to be a great mom even though I fail a lot of the time. I like to have fun with my kids--I just wish I wasn't tired so much. And I wouldn't trade my role for anything--okay so maybe a week on a Mexican beach--but that's all. Just a week.