my model children:)

So for years people have been telling me to put the boys in modeling. Well, Jay for years, Miles for months. Heres the truth: I believe that all moms think that their children are the cutest kids. If I am being honest, I think everyone that I know (with the exception of one and the child is a girl so it doesnt count:) does not have as cute kids as I do. BUT, my problem is I know that its just me who believes that. I mean really, you look at everyones facebook and they say how their kid is the cutest, funniest, best dressed, most adorable, if a mom had a choice her kid would get every "who's who" award there is!

All this to say that last night I decided to try to put Miles in a competition for Parents Magazine, to win money and possibly a family vacation. In all honesty, just cause we need the money, and would LOVE the vacation! The whole time I was uploading the pictures I felt sick to my stomach, knowing I was going to have to ask all the other mom friends of mine to vote my kid as the cutest, when the whole time they are probably thinking "I should sign my kid up for this, he is cuter that Miles." And then what if we don't win and some other, to me, not as cute kid wins, then I will be frustrated. Not to mention it took me about an hour just picking out the pictures I thought might be the cutest. I am so critical of pictures (probably cause I am the one taking them!). So as I get to the end and submit the pictures it doesnt work? I get super frustrated, and try all over again. Again doesnt work. So maybe its God sparing me from my own crazy mom emotions. Or maybe its Him sparing my friends having to compare their kids to the most beautiful children in the world:)!! (even that statement irritates me, but it was fun to say:)

These are the moments you realize....

How good you have it.

I have been in a state of complaining lately. I am sick of living with my parents. Frustrated we dont have money to spend. Sick of pinching pennies to end up with nothing. Missing my friends in SC. Missing the comfort of my old church home and how my kids were comfortable there. So I have been a kind of negative Nancy. But God puts it all into perspective.

A girl I went to high school with has recently found out her 2 year old has brain cancer. He started undergoing radiation today. He is Jays age. As I write this, I cry for her. I cry for the pain that she is going through having to see her precious son endure such pain and sickness. I pray that the Lord can give her the extra strength when she doesnt have any. I pray for Kelly's husband that will have to have even more strength to hold Kelly when she is falling apart. I don't understand why God allows things like this to happen especially to someone so young. This is something I think most will never understand about God. It pushes some to press into Him more, whereas it pushes others to turn there back on Him. I pray for Kelly and her family to press into God. I pray for Peyton ( there little boy) for God to give him supernatural strength and that in his own little age and his own little knowledge that he might come to find Jesus and His peace.

Please pray with me.

her caring bridge website is...... http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/peytonmccormick

if you would like to keep updated on how to pray

maybe he needs a xanax?

So I never want to blog, I feel like other people are so interesting sounding, I also feel like I have about two people that actually read, but its fun to say that "I BLOG"...so here I go again!

I do love my two sons soo much. Its funny how similiar they are and yet so different. Miles is not afraid of anything, he loves to try to touch bugs and get his hands dirty. They are both laid back personalities, but Miles is a little sassy. He gets an attitude with me when I take things away, and when his brother is telling him what to do. He scrunches up his little nose and yells at me, or Jay (never really daddy?). He hasnt quite gotten the "no" concept yet. He loves to touch everything he shouldn't. He even reaches out to touch and looks to see if I am not looking (sneeky:) I am pretty sure I love Miles because he is a lot like me.

Jay is just like his daddy. Personalities are almost identical. He is very obedient, sure he is a 2 year old so he tests me, but it always apologetic and he listens to "no" better than most. Since he was a baby I never baby proofed, all it took with Jay was a simple no and he would stop. He hates being dirty, is terrified of bugs, and very shy. (not me at all!!)

This leads me to last night. We went to the Atlanta Thrashers hockey game and there is a mascot bird called Thrash. Jay of course saw him on the ice skating around and was so taken by Thrash. He made me walk around and look for him, much to Jay's saddness we could not find him. Until he found us... He came up and sat next to Davon. Which for most kids would be so exciting! My son is terrified of the chic fila cow, so he started screaming crying telling the bird to "go, leave me alone." Poor bird. Of course the rest of the night every two minutes he would ask where's the bird. It got super annoying and I was ready to be done with the game and out of the arena! In November we are taking Jay to Disney, maybe I should give him a xanax or something? Do they have a childrens form?

I am blessed...

Blessed to have two of the most adorable kids in the world.

Blessed because they love each other so much and love to give each other kisses and hugs.

Blessed because my husband likes to watch girlie movies with me.

Blessed that Davon has mondays off, a day no longer dreaded, but longed for.

Blessed that the Lord has given us such an amazing opportunity at our church to minister to youth and to be ministered to.

(why is it that all churches do not set up life on life discipleship for all their staff?)

Blessed to have women around me already that love me and want to pour into me.

Blessed that my Miles wins MVP of the nursery every week. (he is the most well behaved, hence given MVP-I feel bad for the other moms when I pick him up and all the nursery workers are telling me how wonderful Miles is)

Blessed (?) that I have another son who screams every time I drop him off at nursery because he doesnt want me to leave him (I know this will not always be like this, there will come a day when he wants me to leave him alone, may even beg me to do so)

Blessed to have a Lord who wants to see me, Tara Stack, happy, and continuously amazes me everyday.