Late Night Ramblings

It's late.  I should be in bed.  As heavy as my eyes are, it wouldn't take me long to fall asleep.  I've been reading Sarah Bessey's blog again.  I just love the way she writes.  I can spend way too much time reading her blog.  By the time I pull myself away from the computer I find myself wanting to move to Canada and call my kiddos, "tinies".  I don't always agree with everything she says, but she inspires me and now I find myself wanting to pretend that I can write half as well as she does.  Only I sit here, and nothing comes.  I can't think of anything to write about.  Probably because I'm exhausted. 

I worked outside today and it was nice.  I finally decided to plant my mums.  I know, they will likely die.  I waited too long to put them in the ground, but I think part of me hoped we would sell the house quick enough that I could take them with me and plant them at our new home.  It doesn't appear that is going to happen though, so I'm going to do the best I can to not waste perfectly good mums!  Eva and Aubrey helped me.  Translated means, Eva dumped a bunch of dirt into the driveway and yard and Aubrey freaked out everytime she thought she saw a granddaddy long leg.  I don't know what I'd do without all of this wonderful assistance!  Actually it is sweet how much they want to help and if I think about it, it will be humorous looking back on Aubrey's fear of these spiders.  It's not funny that she's scared of them, but the way the freak out begins is the funny part. 

Imagine: Aubrey is having a wonderful time playing.  The evening sun is shining through the trees.  Big piles of newly fallen leaves all around. Her loving big sister joins the scene.  Ever the helper, she directs her where to go and how to play.  Aubrey follows along, and I think, "How sweet.  I love when they play so well together."  Eva continues to narrate their activities and then it happens.

"And Aubrey, there's the granddaddy longlegs,"  Eva informs. 

Only there aren't any granddaddy longlegs, but by this time Aubrey has gone into a panic.  She starts screaming and running towards me.  Luckily, it doesn't take much to calm her down and she will stay close until she feels the vicious creature has found other prey.  I really can't say much though.  After all, I am the woman who thought her hair was attacking her.

Carving pumpkins a couple weeks ago.

Today I'm grateful for these two beauties.  They're just so amazing.  At this point in our lives it feels like I'm constantly frustrated because it seems as if they just don't want to listen.  Sometimes I get angry.  Sometimes I'm just plain cranky and mean.  Sometimes I have to ask them to forgive me.  They always do.  Without question.  These little people have given me so much.  I'm so grateful for these "tinies".  Did that sound Canadian?

P.S.  Sorry for any typos/misspellings.  My brain is overly tired.  If I've made some errors, well, I'm too tired to care! :o)