Cold Weather Blast

The wind is blowing and the temperature is dropping. We might even get down this weekend to the 20s. We were thinking of going out of town this weekend, but we decided that maybe we should postpone our trip. So I won't be taking pictures of things like this.

It is okay, I really wouldn't want to be out of town when the weather will be totally lovely here. There is the slightest chance of snow.

I watched these guys yesterday. I also watched their two brothers. This was when they were little and the first time they got to dress up like pirates. They are still fans of being pirates. In fact, I read them pirate stories yesterday and they were quite happy. I had this conversation when it was nap time. They wanted me to stay and talk. The youngest was happily crawling around them so I sat down and we talked.

T." When I grow up, I am going to be a man, and my voice will change."
Me. " Yes, that is true, you will have a deeper voice than you do now."
T. " My Dad's voice isn't very deep, so he must not be grown up.You are his Mom."
Me. " Oh his voice changed a whole lot, in fact he used to sound a lot like you do now."
T. " He did?"
Me " Yep, in fact he was little just like you."
T. " When I grow up I am going to be a Daddy, with a wife like my Mom and I want lots of babies." *Smiling at baby brother crawling across his feet.*
Me " That's good I know you will be a good Daddy."
T. " I need to get a job though."
Me " I said I think you have a bit of time to work that out,( trying not to smile)."
T. My Daddy's voice and Grandpa's Ron's voice sound the same, will my voice be like that? "
Me. Yes, I bet your voice will be like that. "

T. is very musical. My husband as well as our son's all have these ears that can hear perfect pitch. I of course am sadly challenged in this area. I think our grandson's might have this gift as well from this conversion yesterday. I also found out that if I sing songs to the baby while rocking him he fell right to sleep, I don't think it's  from it being peaceful, but to escape the noise. I was very glad no one walked in while I was singing. The baby isn't old enough like the others to pat my mouth and say, " Don't sing Mom," Like mine did. 

I am out of shape. Mom's work harder than anyone I know. By the time I got in bed last night, I was so sore and tired. I can chop weeds all day clean my house and mop floors and never be as tired as taking care of babies. My girls are incredible because they do it all and even cook from scratch. I fixed macaroni and cheese from a box. One of the boys said, " Oh, Grandma you fix this kind, we don't get this kind at home."

Oh, how the mighty have fallen. :) I have become such a slacker.
 I know that there would be no way to blog, have chickens or sew. It is good to see and be reminded of just how hard Mommies work. I have no idea how on earth I ever did what I did with six.

Life is very good though and I am very happy and content and very, very thankful that I get to have my grand children close by.

Thanks for stopping by, I hope to get caught up today and visit you all.

~Kim~