Not for the Faint of Heart

Here it is people. You see, I am a Stay-at-Home Mom, Domestic Engineer, Mistress of My Domain, Child Developement Director, whatever you want to call it, but something new has been added to my job title (if there ever really was one). With two small changes I have officially become a HAZMAT Specialist.

Change #1 was the addition of this little Smush.


Change #2 was G leading the way to being potty trained.


These two things upped my contact with HAZMAT liquids exponentially. In all seriousness, this is not a job for the weak of stomach or faint of heart. Just ask Matt. On any given day, I make contact with up to 7 types of bodily fluids from 2 different little boys. I won't list them out because talking about stuff like this makes my stomach turn, but cleaning it off my floors, that I can do. It's business. You just GET. IT. DONE.

G is doing a great job with potty training and I won't go into details because this is a blog and I am sure he wouldn't want me posting about his business sometime down the road. I will say that I have learned a lot, including that my life is at a point where progress in potty training makes me want to do back flips and call every one I know. Sad, right?

Good thing that at the end of the day sweet baby coos and an adorable toddler hiney in big boy undies erase all images of HAZMAT encounters.

It Takes a Village

This week, as my first Mother's Day as a mother approached, I found myself thinking a lot about motherhood. For as long as I can remember I have wanted to be a mother. Since having G, I can be moved to tears hearing him laugh, watching him play or just thinking about the gift he is and how honored I feel that God put him in my care. I believe that motherhood is a beautiful calling and an incredible responsibility. The great thing about the responsibility part is that I am not raising him alone.

Of course I have an amazing husband, but Mother's Day has me thinking about all of the women that G has in his life. He is surrounded by grandmothers, aunts, cousins, teachers and a multitude of friends who love him. These women that will help us to shepherd our sweet boy, each of them with unique stories to share and lessons to teach. They will help us to teach him right from wrong, how to tie his shoes, how to treat a lady, how to make biscuits, how to read, about respect, family, friendship, his need for a Savior and countless other life lessons that will make him the man he is growing be.

Tonight, I am especially thankful for our village. I am thankful for the village of women who helped to raise me and if I am being truly honest still are. I am thankful that I have been called to be G's mother and the incredible gift it is. I am thankful for the village of mothers that G has today and the mothers that he has not yet met. Today is for you, Happy Mother's Day!