I don't want to drive up to the pearly gates in a shiny sports car, wearing beautifully tailored clothes, my hair expertly coiffed, and with long perfectly manicured fingernails. I want to drive up in a station wagon that has mud on the wheels from taking the kids to scout camp. I want there to be a smudge of peanut butter on my shirt from making sandwiches for a sick neighbors children. I want to be there with a little dirt under my fingernails from helping to weed someone's garden. I want to be there with children's sticky kisses on my cheeks and the tears of a friend on my shoulder. I want the Lord to know I was really here and that I really lived.
~Marjorie Pay Hinckley~

Monday, January 26, 2009

What I Deal With

This is a sample of what I deal with every day. This picture was taken last week after Bruce made pancakes and forgot to rinse out the bowl. Brennen got into it and was covered from head to toe with pancake mix. Once he dumped an entire bottle of syrup all over the floor and then in the same day he dumped a jar of jam all over the floor. My kitchen is always strewn with bowls, pans, and silverware and I can never find the spatula I need. He has also learned how to open the dishwasher and unload the dishes all over the house. Friday while I was in the shower, he smeared half a tub of butter all over himself, the floor, and about three bowls. He has also dumped entire boxes of cereal or entire bags of chips all over the floor. Goodness, no wonder I'm so tired at the end of the day. I know kids are naturally curios, but I have never seen anything like hurricane Brennen!


  1. That sounds like my Tyler. It took him until he turned 5 to start mellowing out. He still gets into trouble but it is getting better.

  2. He is hilarious! of course i think so cuz im not the one cleaning it up all the time! He looks so big in this picture. he went from baby to little boy over night i swear! so cute!