What's that Smell?!?!

I bent down yesterday to pick something up off the floor. No biggie, until I stood up. On my way up I got a whiff of some SERIOUS "body odor". I took a moment, to "sniff", my armpit. We had just gotten back from a party and I HAD to be sure that it wasn't me. I can just see me, walking around all night, visiting, serving food, chatting...all while stinkin like a boys locker room!

The "sniff" determined, I was in fact safe. Who was the culprint? My son. My oldest son. The boy is 7. He won't be 8 until July....was it possible the smell was coming from him!?!? I asked him to let me smell his armpit. He found this hysterical and gladly shoved his "pit" into my nose.

The odor was in fact eminating from his little pit. WHAT?!?! I thought I caught a glimpse of this same smell from him just a few days earlier, but chalked it up to playing outside, boy "funk" and being overdue for a shower. There was no denying it this time. The child stank!

I sent him to see his dad. I told him to tell his dad to smell his armpit...he ran giggling to his dad. I heard my husband tell him "NO WAY" and S explain that mommy said you HAVE TOO!! It was quickly decided the boy had some serious "funk" and that we needed to take care of it!

Matt took a moment to show S how to use deodorant. I told him I'd get him some special kid kind. I walked away, chocked up and teary eyed. S wanted to know why on earth I was sad he had to wear deodorant. Matt explained it was because it meant he was growing up. S thought this was ridiculous! He thought this was one of the coolest moments in his life!!

He then announced I needed to measure him (we have done this on the inside of our linen closet door since S was a year and a half). He was certain since he was wearing "big man" deodorant that he'd most likely grown! I told him we'd do that tomorrow and that he needed to get to bed.

This morning, before he got dressed, he walked into the bathroom, excitedly opened the deodorant and applied a small amount...again, my eyes teared up. I'm not ready for this!!

My Three Reasons

These three boys are the reason why I get to celebrate Mother's Day! My sweet little boys!

I am so thankful for these children. I begged the Lord for a baby after I had a miscarriage with my first pregnancy...on Christmas Day. We struggled for a year to conceive again, with no success. After a simple test, the doctors informed me that "they had no idea how I ever got pregnant the first time" and that with these results the possibility of us conceiving without some SERIOUS help was 99% IMPOSSIBLE!

Three days after we were told these "results", I was able to call that doctor and inform him that, we serve the God of the 1% and that I was indeed pregnant!!

The last 7 and a quarter years, I have spent with a child outside of my womb, have not been without difficulty. There are MANY trying times with my boys...daily...hourly some days. I struggle, like many mothers to overcome the "mommy guilt", that comes along with parenting.

I often tell Matt that I'm worried we are "messing them up", in the worst way! I can only hope that the Lord will continue to honor our heart and we can continue to strive to raise three Godly men!

Questions

This is my nephew. One of them. He's 5.5 years old.

Today, while my sister stayed at the house with the youngest of the group and the older ones were at school, I took this sweet boy with me to run errands. He NEVER stopped talking and was full of questions. Some of them were too funny to not blog about. The best question was, by far,: :Auntie, are you pregnant, or are you just fat? This question was asked with no malice and was quite genuine.
The list is the questions that also were asked:

What do babies float in when they are in the bellies?
How do they fit inside there?
Do you have a mom and a dad when your in the belly? I mean in the belly with you?
How old are you when your a new baby?
Can people starve to death like cats?
How long does it take them to starve to death?
Can you buy this for my teacher?
Can you buy this for my teacher?
Can you buy me this candy?
How much does this cost?
Why are you buying that?
Are we almost done?
So, if I don't eat, I'll die?

Just a few small questions for an outing with Auntie!

Interview with a 7 Year Old

S brought me home a backpack full of Mother's Day gifts today. A lovely flower, a sweet card and an adorable "flower" card that you can pull the flowers out of the vase and they have little "coupons" on them.

He didn't hand me an interview sheet though. A questionaire of sorts. Not because he was embaressed, but because he forgot. It made me laugh! Spelling errors are included on purpose! I'm not sure how the child get's 103% on all his spelling tests each week...

My mom is special because: She is nice

I like it when: My mom tucks me in.

My mom can do many things; I think she's best at: Doing lawndry....perhaps this is a combination of yard work and laundry?!?!

My mom has a great smile! I like to make her smile by: Saying nice things.

My mom is as beautiful as a : Bute Fly (butterfly)

My mom is smart, she even knows: Math - I'm horrid at Math. In the eyes of a 7 year old, I am clearly a Math genius!

I LOVE this boy!