Faux' Mommy Blogger!

Now THIS is camping! Excuse the dirty stove. Life is getting out of hand busy, but fun. It's just that things like cleaning are not getting done.

On Thursday, I picked up 'the boys' and my niece was still here, so we all went to the Strawberry Festival downtown. We've gone for years.

You see, from the time these boys were babes, until last week, I watched them. I know their dentists, their orthodontists, their teachers, I helped potty train the youngest and teach him to talk. Oh the stories I could tell.

We do family things together. Our family spends some holidays with their family. Their Mom makes the best egg rolls in town! One year for Easter when they couldn't make it my brother said, "she could have at least sent her egg rolls!" The younger one golfs with my Dad, the older one loves to fish in our pond. And they've known this niece since she was a baby. She used to come over and ask, "Where's yours boys at?" when she was first learning to talk.

She used to think that these boys, were MY boys. As a matter of fact, a lot of people used to think they were my boys.

When my Shug and I would take them somewhere, we'd have complete strangers ask us if we adopted children from China!

And one time when I had some Granny Bees over for stitchery, one of them said, "Where are your boys?" I've been so used to hearing that, I just replied that they were in school. Then another one said, "I thought you had three girls, how many kids do you have?" I said, "None. I watch the boys and the girls are my nieces." You see blogettes, sometimes we don't get what we want in life, so we have to make it happen in other ways. It's not what we had in mind, but we can either adjust, or be miserable. It took me years to realize it. People that knew me knew I wanted a lot of children. My husband has two sons....somewhere in this world...that he never sees. I'd rather have none, than have to deal with that kind of pain. And this wasn't the story I sat down to type, but it's the one I'm telling. I'm very fortunate.

But blogettes....they are growing up. They didn't care to see Ronald! I wish you could have seen the look of disdain when I mentioned it! Who knew? They're still little kids to me!
And the only reason they were going to stand in line for the helium balloon was to make their voices squeak. So I said no. And then I heard them say something about taking them home and doing it...so I said NO.

And these two....huuu uhhh...ain't gonna trust them alone for one minute!

They can cook up all kinds of trouble. Can you just see the mischief in their faces?

Yeah...strawberry festivals, planning trouble, and camping-or not-can wear a person out. And being at home we have Dixie to protect us. I feel safer already!

Cindy Bee