Meet Matthew...
King of all three-year-old-tyrants! His name means "Gift of God," and we chose it very carefully for its meaning. We were blessed with Matthew after my husband underwent a vasectomy reversal (he had a vasectomy after our 5th child was born, and then we decided we weren't quite done), and many months of trying to conceive.
Matthew is, as they say, "all-boy!" Add to that strong-willed and extremely mischievous, and you have a never-ending list of "Matthew Moments" to choose from on any given day. We recently went to see the movie "Marley & Me," and we spent the next several days calling Matthew "Matthew-Marley." If you've seen the movie or read the book, you now know Matthew. He IS our Marley! Matthew gets into so much trouble that I now take him everywhere I go (to include the toilet, shower, laundry room, etc.) and no longer feel comfortable leaving him home with my teenage daughters or even my husband. Zack (my husband) lost my faith when he took Matthew with him to run errands and Matthew ended up decorating the inside of my oldest daughter's brand new car with desitin. The only time I can relax is when Matthew is in his highchair or sleeping, and I'm sad to say that I rejoice in those moments. Honestly, I start every day off with a prayer for Matthew- just that he will survive the day. At this point, I firmly believe that my job as his mother is just to keep him alive!
After hearing some of our "Matthew" stories, a friend jokingly said that Matthew is our "gift of patience" from God! In honor of our precious boy, I am keeping a blog just for our "Matthew moments," and I am dedicating it to all those out there who have come before me with their "Matthews!" Please enjoy and leave comments!!! I will update with the "latest moments" as often as I can!
Matthew is, as they say, "all-boy!" Add to that strong-willed and extremely mischievous, and you have a never-ending list of "Matthew Moments" to choose from on any given day. We recently went to see the movie "Marley & Me," and we spent the next several days calling Matthew "Matthew-Marley." If you've seen the movie or read the book, you now know Matthew. He IS our Marley! Matthew gets into so much trouble that I now take him everywhere I go (to include the toilet, shower, laundry room, etc.) and no longer feel comfortable leaving him home with my teenage daughters or even my husband. Zack (my husband) lost my faith when he took Matthew with him to run errands and Matthew ended up decorating the inside of my oldest daughter's brand new car with desitin. The only time I can relax is when Matthew is in his highchair or sleeping, and I'm sad to say that I rejoice in those moments. Honestly, I start every day off with a prayer for Matthew- just that he will survive the day. At this point, I firmly believe that my job as his mother is just to keep him alive!
After hearing some of our "Matthew" stories, a friend jokingly said that Matthew is our "gift of patience" from God! In honor of our precious boy, I am keeping a blog just for our "Matthew moments," and I am dedicating it to all those out there who have come before me with their "Matthews!" Please enjoy and leave comments!!! I will update with the "latest moments" as often as I can!
Monday, July 27, 2009
Terrorist Toddlers!
Ok, that may be a little politically incorrect, but as far as I'm concerned it's the truth!!! Yep, there are lunatic toddlers (Matthew and his little apprentice Jacob!) in my house, and they are out to get me. Their goal is to drive me right up the freakin' wall! And they know NO boundaries- NONE! This morning, for instance, I had lots of stuff going on. The speech therapist was coming over to the house to work with Jacob at 9:45, I had 4 boys to feed and clothe, I had beds to make, and Allie was headed out to school (she's taking a summer course for extra credit). It was 9:15, and as I walked into the kitchen to start the process of feeding those that can not yet get their own breakfast, blood began to squirt out of my eyeballs- ok, not really, but it sure felt like it! Here's what I saw.....
Now, it may not look that bad, and it didn't require much more than a broom and dust pan to clean up, but at the time, I was rushing to get ready for speech therapy, and I was trying to talk to my sister in Germany about my mom's current medical situation! The worst part was that Zack had JUST pulled everything out of the pantry yesterday and gave the floors in there a good cleaning! It took me at least 10 minutes (time that I DID NOT HAVE BTW) to remove all the items on the floor, sweep and then vacuum out the area, and then return everything to normal. And guess what the little terrorists were doing while I was cleaning up their mess....... they were tearing apart my living room!!!
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