Simply smart.. that's all

Each day I am joyfully reminded of the beauty, simplicity and innocence of life.. that without my boys I would simply forget. Today is like any Friday, breakfast, clean up, getting dressed, coffee for mom (necessity before any of the above actions can be administered) and Jayden off to school. The other boys running about and me trying to get them together to go to story time at the library by 10:00 am. As the tid bits of frantic run around I am changing a diaper while talking with Kyan again, about where the "particular" brown shoes are that he is determined to wear today. I remind him to look in the two main spots where shoes go in our house. For children, it is in the baskets under their beds or the shelf by the front door. He says "I looked there they are not there." So I think to myself ........ then I remember oh ya you wore them last night. I say "try the laundry room on the floor with your wet clothes( shoes not wet)." He jets for a few minutes and returns to me with said shoes.. and says "mom your so smart." Which means you knew where my shoes were.... he says to me that he is smart too. So I no longer need to take an IQ test as I am smart according to Kyan and for me that is enough:) Simple.

sleep.. not an option

So we have been battling the end all battle of the bed....... Declan the youngest of the Blewett troop.. has decided in his mind that sleep is an unnecessary ritual. Therefore, he protests it with all the sheer madness, strength and lung power he can muster. Is this a daily protest? YES! Night too? YEEEES!!! We have done our research and have established a routine of read books, bed and then sleep. If it takes a while no problem just stay in bedroom and bed. HA HA HA HA that request in his mind completely absurd.. he does do the routine... and then endlessly for two weeks now has opened door to escape with glee, no matter if your outside the door or not.. or how many times you have returned him to his bed or what time it is. For hours. We tag team and are there to swoop him up and return him back to bed, with a more stern comment each time of "night night night.. stay in bed!" Good night. Escape again! and again! and again for hours.. get the picture. Well, finally the other night after assisting the child with this routine despite the screaming and kicking with the intensity of a serious spin class....... he learns to stay in bed or at least in his room quietly.... AHHHHH... peace! So we think, as Mark and I are enjoying some time watching the Office.. thinking of the joy that our children are ALL alseep.... we look down to see a small body wearing an Iron Man mask. From our bed that is all we see is Iron Man! He just stands there face covered by the mask. It was frightening and hilarious both. Hi slittle body language states that this is normal for midnight and what's the big deal. And he was so silent... after Mark and I finish our hysteric laughter.. we put the munchkin to bed and he finally stays. His silence and that mask will forever be in my mind.. as I write this I laugh.

SNOW?!

I am in the Inland Northwest and I am ecstatic about the mounds and heaps of snow that have fallen upon the earth. My excitement comes from the memories I have as a child. That of sledding down the hill at my uncles, and tall berms of snow next to my house, that my gal Tracy and I would climb. We sit atop them searching for "diamonds". It has been many years since the snow has been so high you cannot see the front of some houses, and you pray to the Lord above every time you back out and hope you can jet out into traffic fast enough.

This year we have achieved it this much snow and the winter is still in it's prime. I am not crazy I think just relishing in the joys of childhood memories, the ones I moved back here for to hopefully share with my boys.

They too have shared in monumental snow fall and the creativity that just flows. They are not diamond miners their mother.and her friend But they are seen as Luke Skywalker on the Snow Planet, Hoth from Empire Strikes Back, and arctic explorers searching for something undiscovered. There is the sledding that they are enjoying and beauty of snow.. the silence it brings.

In my life it is worth every backbreaking minute of shoveling as these memories last.

Do I get annoyed and get frustrated by the consequences of such large amounts of snow? Yes! It blankets the roads collapses roofs, and invites idiots to drive the streets with amnesia as if it is their first attempt at driving in the snow? Again, I get annoyed! Then I remember how I felt in the snow as a child (clueless to the above stresses) and watch my boys in the snow with the same carefree nature..smiling from ear to ear and excited.... so I smile and all is right again.