Kristy Dorminy

The other morning I was telling Molly we couldn’t see a friend of hers because the friend’s mom was at work.  She laughed and said to me, “Mommy’s don’t work!”  I told her how some Mommy’s do work (meaning outside of the home).  She said, “Mommy’s do not work.  They just stay home.”  I chose not to go into a liturgy about all the work a mom does, all the hours we put in, the mounds of laundry we conquer, the number of meals we serve, and how we never “clock-out.” 

Then, this morning Josh was getting ready to leave.  We are all sad when he leaves each morning because we miss him so much.  I told Molly, “Daddy has to go to work.”  She said, “But you don’t have to go to work.”  I told her, “No, Mama’s work is here.”  She laughed at me again and said, “This isn’t your work.  This is your home.”  Oh dear….I held back again and just told her I was so glad I didn’t have to work, and that I was so glad to just stay at home and play with her.

In actuality, Josh was going to play golf today.  He played yesterday, too.  He hasn’t played in at least 8 months; there just happened to be two tournaments that his boss signed them up for back to back.  Ruby was funny about it and said, “Daddy, why are you playing golf each day?”  

Yeah, Josh just plays golf all day, each day and I just sit around the house playing with kids.  We don’t work.  This is the life.

 

 

We were looking through beach pictures from last summer. Molly saw the pictures from when they took the pontoon boat out and saw a lot of jelly fish. She said, ” ‘Member when I got bit by a shark…or something.” I said, “Oh yeah. Wasn’t it a jelly fish though?” She said, “Yeah, something like that.”

Shark.

Jelly fish.

Same thing.

Each kid is down for a nap already (10:30am) because, really, the alternative (for them) would NOT have been good.
Note to self: 7:45pm bedtime. Every night. No compromising. I am serious.

Oh, that Ruby and Katherine!  They are just so sweet together.  I remember seeing Katherine in the nursery department as she and her daddy waited in the hallway for the teacher to get there.  I noticed her because she was the only other little girl that didn’t have any hair.  It was a comforting fact as I dropped my bald-headed baby (and eventually toddler) off each week.  Then, later, I met Katherine’s mama, Mrs. Mary.  She is one of the most kind-hearted gals I know!  I am so thankful the Lord brought our girls together; I am just as thankful to have Mary as one of my closest friends.  She is such a blessing to me.  Their  whole family is, actually!  Mack has Ben, Ruby has Katherine, and Molly and I share Mrs. Mary; when the men are together they talk real good, too.  🙂  We love the Koesters.

Aren’t these girls precious?  Only one more week of handwriting class.  I can’t believe it is over!  Ruby’s writing has greatly improved (thanks, Mrs. Heather!).

And, LOOK, they both have hair now.  Katherine’s is in a ponytail…she is working on Barbie-length hair!   

PawPaw and Sweetie (my parents) came to visit us last Thursday  on their way to Alabama and then stopped back by on their way home from Alabama.  The kids always love seeing them.  This time the love between Mack and PawPaw grew even stronger.  

This is where it gets border-line sick.  PawPaw caught a big bass while in Alabama, and my mom had the picture blown up and framed (that part isn’t the sick part)….so while PawPaw was upstairs getting ready, Mack kept pointing to the picture and saying, “See PawPaw, see PawPaw.”  My mom took the picture and sat it on the floor for Mack.  Mack just sat and looked at the picture of PawPaw.

Then, he showed PawPaw his “hot dog” (aka Mickey Mouse in most homes across the world).

And then, Mack read a book to PawPaw’s picture.

It was hilarious.  He loves Big PawPaw.   Alot!  

Of course, there was no love lost between the girls and PawPaw……

 

And no love lost between Sweetie and Mack.  She knows the way to his heart.  Frosty, anyone?

And the girls had their fair share of Sweetie-time, too!  Sweetie must have told Molly a hundred stories.

And no visit with Sweetie would be complete without some gifts….so off to Wal-Mart we went…….Thank you, Sweetie, for all the fun stuff!

 

While I know this probably just spoils the children, it has been nice to have them entertain themselves with their new toys while I blog about them.  And now I hope to get in a couple more loads of laundry and to make a few beds until they get bored again!  

It is always fun to hang out with Sweetie and PawPaw!  We will miss them until the next time.

So, late last night we fell into bed completely exhausted from our Sunday.  Exhausted.  After maybe 40 minutes of sleep, the tornado siren in our neighborhood went off.  I woke up, went to the window to take a look outside.  I don’t know if I was trying to see if the tornado was in our backyard or over in our neighbor’s yard (?!)  but nonetheless, the weather didn’t seem so threatening.  The siren went off, didn’t come back on, and I woke Josh up.  I told him what was going on, and he said, “Oh, it’ll be alright” and IMMEDIATELY he was snoring again.  Immediately.  I, like an idiot, figured he was probably right and got back into bed.  You might think that was very stupid of me, and I do agree.  But I also know that waking up three sleeping children just really goes against all that is in me.  

This morning Josh started getting calls as early as 7:13am asking if we were ok!  Less than 1/2 a mile down from us there was so much damage from a tornado.  Trees down on houses and cars, power out, some homes completely devastated….we slept through this, people.  We are idiots.

I just drove through some of the neighborhood that was hit, and I am just amazed at how ridiculous it is that I stayed in bed during such threatening weather.  I couldn’t help but say aloud over and over, “Thank you, God.”  Seriously.  We were protected during this.  I am thankful.  I don’t know why we slept through that!  But this I do know- I will most definitely ALWAYS wake up my kids and deep-sleeping husband and make them all go to the closet next time I hear the sirens!  I also know that we are idiots.  There is really no other way to put it.

 

Quick funny story to change your thoughts of our “idiotness”——–  I was putting the kids in the car and remembered that I needed to get Lilly’s address for Ruby’s birthday party.  I told the girls that I was going to go get the address, and they were to stay in the car.  When I got back, Molly was crying, “I WANT TO SEE THE DRESS.”  I was confused, “What dress are you talking about?”  “The dress that Lilly is going to wear to Ruby’s birthday party.  I WANT TO SEE THE DRESS.”  She didn’t know what an address was.  I explained it meant the location of your house, where you live….she still didn’t quite get it and still wanted to see the dress.  Funny.

I failed to include these photos when they were taken, so when I ran across them today, I decided to show them to you now.  Ruby and Molly have been taking each Monday at 3:15 up at the church.  They both enjoy it.  Mack and I wait in the parent viewing room and can watch them practice on a tv.  They are in different classes and each got their outfits a month or so back.  

Ruby was excited about the bright pink tu-tu she got.  She couldn’t believe that her tu-tu was so huge.  She kind of wanted it to NOT be so poofy because she didn’t know what to do with her arms.

I am not 100% sure, but it seemed that Molly seemed a bit slighted because her tu-tu is not nearly as poofy as Ruby’s.  During this picture time she did not smile or pose or dance around.  This was about all we got from her.  

Molly never did get real happy about trying on her tu-tu.  

And, well, this is how Mack felt about all the tu-tu poofyness……..

I hope he can handle a couple of hours of girls dancing around on May 9th during the recital!  We are already looking forward to it  (and it has nothing to do with the fact that once the recital is over I won’t have to dress two girls in tights, leotards, leg warmers, shoes, then load up all three kids, drive to church, unload three kids, walk up three flights of stairs, change two girls into ballet shoes, distract and entertain Mack for 45 minutes, change the girls back into their regular shoes, go back down three flights of stairs with three kids, load them up, head home and hurry and cook dinner….nothing).

 

 

I loved how these pictures of Molly turned out…she is a sweet little booger.

And I hear her right now, 7:28am, walking down the stairs in her flip-flops.  She loves her flip-flops.

And I love her.

 

And she can smile, too.

And she can jump!

She’s our Ruby-doo, and we love her….pouting and all.  It’s amazing how quickly she can go from happy to sad to pouting to mad to giggling with joy.  She’s going to make a great MOM one day.  

Seriously, it was either EAT HIM UP or take lots of pictures of this adorable little guy.  

Love. this. child.  Love him.