Anonymous said...
What if Robby isn't actually an imaginary friend but a ghost that is in the house?
12:35 PM
He would have to be a ghost in the bus (AKA Suburban) because he originated in the bus and usually stays there. This is the first time he has been in the house (and I think Bryce said he went back out there). Who knows though - no one ever said there could not be a ghost in a car! I will be spooked every time I drive at night now! :)
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My Life in a Nutshell
- A Princess, five guys - then me!!
- In a little more than a nutshell: I am married with 5 boys and we just got our (surprise) little girl. I should probably clarify by letting you know that only 4 of the boys are young children, the other one just acts like a young child. I am very girly, which makes for an interesting life - living in a house dominated by males (in all their glory). I blog so that maybe someday the kids can look back at this and see what they put me through - and what they can expect from their kids, someday!! Also, so that our family in far away lands can keep up with what is going on in our crazy lives.
Why Mud Puddles and Dandelions?
When my husband first saw this title, he asked if it was because I was supposed to be THE dandelion surrounded by mud (all the boys). I guess it could mean that, but I read this one day and it really touched my heart and made me think:
When I look at a patch of dandelions, I see a bunch of weeds that are going to take over my yard. My kids see flowers for Mom and blowing white fluff you can wish on.
When I look at an old drunk and he smiles at me, I see a smelly, dirty person who probably wants money and I look away. My kids see someone smiling at them and they smile back.
When I hear music I love, I know I can't carry a tune and don't have much rhythm so I sit self-consciously and listen. My kids feel the beat and move to it. They sing out the words. If they don't know them, they make up their own.
When I feel wind on my face, I brace myself against it. I feel it messing up my hair and pulling me back when I walk. My kids close their eyes, spread their arms and fly with it, until they fall to the ground laughing.
When I pray, I say thee and thou and grant me this, give me that. My kids say, "Hi God! Thanks for my toys and my friends. Please keep the bad dreams away tonight. Sorry, I don't want to go to Heaven yet. I would miss my Mommy and Daddy."
When I see a mud puddle I step around it. I see muddy shoes and dirty carpets. My kids sit in it. They see dams to build, rivers to cross, and worms to play with.
I wonder if we are given kids to teach or to learn from? No wonder God loves the little children! Enjoy the little things in life, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things. - Author Unknown
When I look at a patch of dandelions, I see a bunch of weeds that are going to take over my yard. My kids see flowers for Mom and blowing white fluff you can wish on.
When I look at an old drunk and he smiles at me, I see a smelly, dirty person who probably wants money and I look away. My kids see someone smiling at them and they smile back.
When I hear music I love, I know I can't carry a tune and don't have much rhythm so I sit self-consciously and listen. My kids feel the beat and move to it. They sing out the words. If they don't know them, they make up their own.
When I feel wind on my face, I brace myself against it. I feel it messing up my hair and pulling me back when I walk. My kids close their eyes, spread their arms and fly with it, until they fall to the ground laughing.
When I pray, I say thee and thou and grant me this, give me that. My kids say, "Hi God! Thanks for my toys and my friends. Please keep the bad dreams away tonight. Sorry, I don't want to go to Heaven yet. I would miss my Mommy and Daddy."
When I see a mud puddle I step around it. I see muddy shoes and dirty carpets. My kids sit in it. They see dams to build, rivers to cross, and worms to play with.
I wonder if we are given kids to teach or to learn from? No wonder God loves the little children! Enjoy the little things in life, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things. - Author Unknown
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- Bryce Playing on Phone
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- When I Grow Up....
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- I Am So Sad!!
- MEAN PARENTS!!
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- OKAY!! OKAY!!
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- BEWARE OF THE MOCKINGBIRDS!
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- More Adventures With Robby
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- Robby's Picture & Theory
- SLEEP...FINALLY
- I Think I Might Like This Robby Thing...
- DR, Again?
- Bryce's 3 Year Check-up
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- FYI
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- Robby Strikes Again!
- WHY?
- Devising Moral Destruction
- On-Air Prayer by Paul Harvey
- OH NOOOOOO!
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- Tonights Bedtime Schedule
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I WISH YOU BIG MUD PUDDLES AND SUNNY YELLOW DANDELIONS!!
I WISH YOU BIG MUD PUDDLES AND SUNNY YELLOW DANDELIONS!!
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