It is a sweet sweet sound to hear the squeaky voice of a five year old praying before bed. Just as sweet is the chunky little face of a one year old smothering you in slobbery kisses. I love my job as a mom. Nurturing, however, is not typically a word that others use to describe me. I am not the mom who’s favorite pastime is cuddling up with Pooh’s big adventure and a story about the big red dog. Movies and blankets are for sick days in my home and sympathy is not something I usually have in reserve. I am the mom who has to schedule book time or it just wont happen. I have to really focus and make a great effort to talk in depth with my children about how so-in-so did this and that on the playground and how the Lego tower from yesterday was a castle where a mighty prince fought a fierce dragon, otherwise, my mind would be in a zillion other places. I am the mom who is never prepared and you’ll never see me toting place mats and utensils to the park. I am OK with a messy face and dirty jeans. My kids have to ask me to tuck them in most of the time. Don’t get me wrong, I’m affectionate. I love hugs and kisses, I’m just not instinctively nurturing or patient. I am also not all that even keeled, scheduled or routine. I am however pretty creative, energetic, optimistic, adventurous and purposeful. And I do spend loads of quality time with my kidos too… Getting muddy in the woods, last minute out-of-town day trips, make-em-up-as-you-go games and living room dance parties are more my style…

Video quality is poor, but check out Trent, he’s got some great moves! And yes, the living room was rearranged from the time of the first viseo to the second. If you know me, I really enjoy change too. It’s always an exciting day in the haven when we are rearanging a room. 🙂

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